Simple Kill (Harry Bauer Book 14) by Blake Banner

Author:Blake Banner [Banner, Blake]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Right House
Published: 2022-11-13T16:00:00+00:00

Twelve

On the way up the hill I called the brigadier.

“Harry.”

“I plugged the leak.”

“I thought you might. Did you sell them the memoirs?”

“Yup?”

He laughed quietly. “May I ask how much?”

“Fifteen.”

“Million?”

“Yup.”

“Well, when you get back from Cabinda-Itumba dinner is on you. Keep me posted as and when you can. I’ll have a couple of Blades in Cabinda capital in case things get tricky. They’ll have access to hardware. Let me know if you need them.”

“Thanks, I appreciate it. Before I go I want to drop by and say hi to Lu.”

“That would be polite.”

“Maybe you could let Housekeeping know they might be needed at my location.”

“I’ll let them know to track you and be ready.”

“And on the way to the airport I might take you a guest. I’ll swap her for Jan’s laptop and cell. Are they ready?”

“Oh, that will be fine. Bring her to Pleasantville. I’m sure we’ll have lots to talk about.”

“I’ll see you in a couple of hours.”

It was a half hour walk back to my old VW. Once there I slung my ill-gotten gains in the trunk and drove back toward Manhattan with the windows down, enjoying the breeze on my face.

As I drove, I ran through the program I had in my head, the one I’d set myself.

Jan van Hoek, guilty of multiple crimes against humanity: terminated. Major Hugh Jones of the CIA, who had headed the delegation that requested the exterminations of Tanda Matiaba, Caio and Chimbete: terminated. CIA Officer Brad Hunter, accomplice: terminated. Ex-senator Carol Fischer, CEO of TexChem, who systematically used the Cabindans as lab rats: pending. Lu Brown, American head of Afro-American, who, according to Jan van Hoek, engineered and enabled most of the atrocities: pending. And the Most Glorious President Cosmo Manuel, beyond description: pending.

I didn’t go to Harlem. I continued on to Broadway and drove south as far as Lower Manhattan. There I parked on Crosby Street and walked the two hundred yards to Afro-American. The door was closed but a small plaque by the door told me Afro-American Petrochemicals was on the second floor. I buzzed. Adelina’s voice answered in a sing-song.

“Afro-American…”

“Hi, Adelina, it’s Harry Bauer. I need to talk to Lu Brown, maybe you too. It’s about a book and a laptop…”

The door buzzed and I pushed through. A small elevator took me to the second floor and when I stepped out onto the landing Adelina was there, framed in an open doorway with the glare of a window in the room behind her. She said, “Have you got it?”

I smiled. “All in good time, there are details we need to discuss.”

She stood back and let me in, and closed the door behind me. We were in a stark, white room with a large sash window overlooking Broadway. She had a desk and a computer in the corner, and by the window there was a nest of chairs and a magazine table. Beside her desk there was a door. I pointed at it. She looked nervous. She hesitated.

“Have you anything for me?”

I stepped up close and spoke quietly to her, holding her shoulders.

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