Филип Керр - A Five Year Plan

‘I’d like to cut you in, you know,’ he said, for added effect. ‘I’ve no one left in Miami I can really trust.’

It was the Florida Department of Law Enforcement — the detective branch of the State Police — that had put Kate on the trail of the boat Rocky Envigado was probably planning to use for his next transatlantic shipment of cocaine. From its offices in Pompano Beach, the FDLE had been keeping two characters, Juan Grijalva and Whittaker McLennan, under surveillance on suspicion of involvement in an insurance fraud. They tracked one of these men to a meeting with an Irishman, Gerard Robinson, who was staying at the Breakers Hotel in Fort Lauderdale. Checking through a list of Robinson’s telephone calls, the FDLE found an Isle of Man number. Since the Isle of Man is a British tax haven, the FDLE thought they were onto something and so they contacted the National Criminal Intelligence Service in London for assistance. NCIS told them that the number belonged to Keran Properties, a company in which New Scotland Yard had a long-standing interest. Keran was managed by a local firm of accountants, Pater, Hall, Green, who were themselves under surveillance following a tip-off that a notorious cannabis smuggler, now doing time in a Spanish jail, was a director of Keran. NCIS also informed the FDLE that Jeremy Pater, one of the partners in PHG, owned a house in the British Virgin Islands, as well as a share in a flourishing yacht management company, Azimuth Marine Associates. The managing director of Azimuth was Alonzo Avila. A photograph of Pater, Avila, and a third unidentified man was e-mailed to the FDLE, who contacted the FBI computer records department in Miami in an attempt to put a name to the face.

Pater, Avila, and Azimuth Marine were not known to the computer records department. But the third man was. He was Chico Diaz, Rocky Envigado’s most trusted sicario leader. As soon as Kate was up to speed with the FDLE’s inquiry, she went to speak to Kent Bowen.

‘Jesus Christ, Kate, you wanna run all that by me again?’ yawned the AS AC.

‘It is a little complicated, sir,’ admitted Kate.

‘Complicated? It sounds like an episode of Soap. Jesus Christ, Kate.’

‘Well sir, Azimuth Marine is one of the leading companies in the management and marketing of luxury yachts. Management, charter marketing, crew placement, you name it, they have representation in virtually every international yachting port of call from Fort Lauderdale to Hong Kong.’

Bowen adopted a pained expression. ‘Kate? Just the bottom line, if you don’t mind. I’ve got arteries hardening here.’

Kate felt herself coloring with irritation. Never before had she worked for an ASAC with a manner as casual as Kent Bowen. ‘Just the bottom line’ was not the way the Bureau worked. At the FBI Academy in Quantico, the emphasis had been on building up a complete investigative picture. An investigation was not a sheet of accounts to be summarized in a simple statement of profit or loss. And now this patronizing asshole...

‘We think we’ve found the boat, sir.’

‘You have? Well why didn’t you say so in the first place, Kate?’

‘Because I assumed you’d want to know exactly what makes me believe that we’ve found it, sir. The intellectual and reasoning processes—’

‘This is the FBI, Kate. Not MIT. Reasonable’s the standard we work to here. Reasonable doubt, reasonable suspicion, reasonable this n’that. Exactly and precisely are for some schmuck in a white coat with a slide rule sticking out of his ass. In the time it takes to climb from reasonable all the way up to exactly we could lose a collar.’

‘Yes sir.’

‘So you reckon that this Azimuth Marine outfit have supplied Rocky Envigado with a motor yacht, is that it?’

‘Yes sir.’

‘Well how do you work that out?’

Biting her lip, Kate said, ‘There’s an offshore company called San Ferman that’s registered in Grand Cayman that we’ve long suspected is being controlled by Rocky. About three months ago, Azimuth sold a boat to this company. We were able to trace the boat, the Britannia, to a dry dock right here in Miami, sir. It’s on the river at Thirteenth Street. The boat is currently under surveillance. We have a stakeout at a room in the Harbor View Hospital from which we have an excellent view of the—’

‘The harbor, right.’

‘And the dry dock. But as yet we’ve been unable to ascertain if the drugs are already on board.’

Bowen nodded thoughtfully and asked, ‘Kind of work they havin’ done to the boat anyway?’

‘Well, sir, since she’s been in dock she’s had new fuel tanks, an extended cockpit, re-routed plumbing, new air-conditioning, Naiad stabilizers, and quite a lot of hull work.’ She smiled thinly and added, ‘It would be reasonable to suppose that the modified fuel tanks might be where they plan to hide the cocaine.’

‘The tanks, huh?’

‘Well, yes. Except for one thing. You see, sir, I’ve done some calculations based on the size of the boat and the engines. The Britannia is 110 feet long and is equipped with twin Detroit engines each developing just over 2,000 horsepower. That would give the boat an effective cruising range of just about 2,500 miles. Which wouldn’t quite get her as far as the coast of North Africa, or even the Canary Islands, which are about 3,500 miles from the coast of Florida.’

‘But with the modified fuel tanks—’

‘You could stretch her cruising range to about that distance. Maybe even 4,000 miles. But that would leave you with another dilemma. Where to put the coke. Assuming that the purpose of extending her fuel tanks is to—’

‘Yes,’ snapped Bowen. ‘I take your point. She can’t make the distance and carry the dope in her tanks.’ Bowen picked up a paperweight from his desk top and began to toss it in his hands like a baseball. ‘You know, I’ve been giving this matter some considerable thought, Kate, and I’ve come up with an idea of my own.’

‘You have?’ Kate sounded a little more surprised than she could have wished.

‘Yeah. Wanna hear it?’

Kate shrugged. She hadn’t explained the rest of her theory to do with the Britannia’s fuel tanks. But at the same time she was aware of how little Kent Bowen knew about boats and reflected that she really couldn’t afford to antagonize him. She said, ‘Sure. Go ahead.’

‘Well, I was thinking.’

Good start.

‘We know they can compress cocaine, color it, mix it with cellulose, even combine it with glass fiber to create a hard material that can be molded into any shape you like.’

‘Ye-e-es.’

‘Well, d’you remember a few years ago? The dog kennels?’

Kate nodded patiently. Bowen was referring to a narcotics seizure made by federal agents back in 1992. A Colombian drug cartel had manufactured fifty dog kennels made from cocaine. Ground down and treated with chemicals, the dog kennels had had a street value of almost half a million dollars.

‘Suppose Rocky Envigado brain-celled a way to do the same with a boat hull. Polyurethane? Glass fiber?’ Bowen shrugged as he waited for Kate to step in with an exclamation at her ASAC boss’s genius. Instead she looked puzzled, as if she hadn’t quite grasped the ingenuity of what he was suggesting. ‘Well, you said yourself they were working on the hull in this dry dock of yours down on Thirteenth.’

Kate said, ‘You know something? I would never have thought of that. Not ever. That is an incredible idea.’

Impervious to Kate’s sarcasm, Bowen said, ‘It is kind of sneaky, isn’t it? I mean think about that.’ He uttered a little chuckle of appreciation. ‘Goddamn it Kate, when you think about it some more, it really begins to make sense.’