Authors: Andrew Vachss
Blackjack (9 page)
“
THERMAL’S GREAT
for tracking,” the blond man said, three hours later. “But it’s not like we can show the footage to a lip-reader.”
“Try
watching
,” Tiger said. “You see that old Chinese man sitting opposite him now? You think this ‘Cross’ guy speaks Chinese?”
“In the field, to speak a language you are not expected to know is to discard a potent weapon,” Tracker added, supporting the one person on the team he regarded as an equal. “Their talk will all be in English.”
All eyes moved to the screen. The Chinese man was wearing some sort of heavily embroidered robe.
“Red,” Tracker said. “The color for gold.”
“Ssssh,” the blond man commanded.
Tiger and Tracker exchanged looks, but said nothing.
If their lip-reader was sufficiently skilled, the team would soon receive the following printout:
“The Japanese have short memories,” the Chinese man said
.
“I don’t.”
“Yes. This well known, Mr. Cross.”
“Spare me the tea ceremony, Chang. There’s someone missing from this meeting.”
“And that would be—?”
“Mr. Green.”
“Ah. But that gentleman doesn’t know the cost of transportation to this place. Not yet.”
“Just spell it out. Then I’ll tell you what it costs.”
“The Japanese are our best market, by far. They will outbid anyone, and they will buy—”
“Yeah. Sure. Fine. Right. Okay.”
“I do not understand.”
“Then try this: I’m not getting paid to listen to parables. Get down to it. Now. Or I’m gone.”
Chang instantly comprehended that the circular negotiation tactics he had been taught since childhood would be futile with the empty-eyed man sitting across from him
.
“On the Kamchatka Peninsula live the largest bears in the world. Their paws are worth a fortune—the Japanese will pay whatever is asked. The chain was simple enough to establish. The Russians have a man here in Chicago. His name is—”
“Viktor.”
“You
do
know him. This is most excellent. Viktor is a very greedy individual. We have great hopes that his successor will be more reasonable.”
“I like your robe, Chang. Very colorful. Powerful color. This insect that disturbs you? I could probably crush it under that robe of yours with only, perhaps, a twenty-pound weight.”
“That is—”
“Troy weight. Half on the table, right now. I take it and go. You won’t see me again until I come to collect the second payment.”
“That is a great deal of trust you ask, Mr. Cross.”
“You
called. I came
. You
asked a price. I gave you one.”
“Still, there is always room for reasonable men to discuss such things, is there not?”
“I’m not a reasonable man, Chang. Only two choices on the menu today. And ‘maybe’ isn’t one of them.”
THE WINDOW
of the large storefront was crudely painted over in a sun-faded shade of red. The only indication of its contents was a black-lettered sign:
Cross entered without knocking. The back wall was quite close to the window, indicating the storefront had been divided so that the majority of its space was behind that wall.
There was a single round table to the right, all but one of the eight chairs occupied. Cross took the empty chair.
Across from him, a square-faced, block-jawed man sat. He was missing most of one ear, his nose had been broken so many times that it was snouted into a blob with nostrils, and what appeared to be a steel ball bearing served as his right eye.
Although a freshly washed empty glass sat to the man’s right, he made no attempt to fill it. “Russian vodka is only
real
vodka. All else are weak pretenders: ours is the finest in the world. And—ah, you would say it like ‘Imperia’—our Imperia vodka is the best
of
that best. You enter our house unmolested, which means we recognize you as a legitimate criminal. And yet you still refuse to share a drink with your brothers, Cross?”
Cross nodded his head, so slightly that the movement would have been undetectable unless watched for.
“Hah! I am not insulted. Do you know why?”
Cross lit a cigarette.
“You do not drink. So it is not my hospitality you refuse; it is merely that you have a delicate stomach.”
Cross did not react. The man across from him translated what he himself had just said into Russian. The other men at the table chuckled—they had dealt with Cross before, and the idea of him having a “delicate stomach” was certainly worth a good laugh.
“Chang wants to buy some bear claws,” Cross said.
“And he sends you?”
“He
pays
me.”
“Chang is one of the cautious ones. That is why he is such an old man.”
Cross shrugged. “What do I tell him, Viktor?”
“Tell him … Cross, that tattoo on your hand, it was made in prison, yes?”
Cross nodded.
“What does it mean?”
Cross stared through Viktor, but he did not speak.
“Gah! In my country, you
earn
your marks. You see this?” Viktor rose to his feet and pulled up his sweater, revealing an elaborate devil-horned skull, with a snake slithering out of each empty eyeball. The skull was backed by an X-pattern, and surrounded by a strand of barbed wire. Underneath was printed
KAYHAC
. “Do you know what this means, Cross?”
“No.”
“It means ‘authority.’ How you say this in America? ‘Boss,’ maybe? But more important than just boss, boss in prison. Understand?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Now you know more than most others do about me. So, that one on your hand …”
“It’s a bull’s-eye. A target.”
“This anyone can see. Like the paper circles the police recruits shoot at.”
Cross flexed his right hand slightly, then flattened his palm over his heart, as a child would recite the pledge of allegiance. “You see any hits on
this
one?”
Again, the big Russian translated. And, again, his crew joined him in laughter.
“
Now
we can talk as equals, yes? Okay, then. For Chang, because I admire that old man so much, only twenty-five thousand. That buys him
one
of what he wants—we have a virtually unlimited supply. And we are the
only
source.”
Cross pushed back his chair.
“You have nothing more to say?” Viktor asked.
“I only got paid to listen,” Cross answered. And walked to the door.
AS DARKNESS
fell, Viktor was standing in front of his headquarters. Despite the weather, he was wearing a thick coat made of bear fur and a hat of the same material.
“Bolshe!”
he barked into a satellite phone. He listened to the response, then said,
“Ne vazhno!”
into the mouthpiece, and thumbed off the phone.
He signaled to a group of men standing close by. A line of five identical midnight-blue Audi A8 sedans pulled to the empty curb. As Viktor prepared to enter the back seat of the middle car, the satellite phone in his hand seemed to change color, as if a shroud of shadow had been draped over it. A low sound, outside the human hearing threshold, came, short and sharp:
“
!”
JUST BEFORE
daylight, a Chicago cop stared through the windshield of his cruiser. “Holy Jumping Jesus Christ! I’ve
been on the force since before you were born, kid. And I’ve never seen anything like … that.”
Both the retirement-age sergeant and the rookie sitting next to him were staring at bodies draped over a row of identical dark-blue sedans. Each body had been skinned, graphically displaying that all were missing large bones, from femurs to skulls.
Neither cop noticed the city-camo shark as it slipped past the scene. Running without headlights, it looked more like a shifting shadow than a car.
Inside that shark, Buddha said, “Someone got to him first, boss.” His gloved hands delicately fingered the thickly padded steering wheel as his eyes checked the instrument display projected on the lower windshield.
“Viktor always was an optimist.”
“Huh?”
“He was a HALO jumper,” Cross said. “Absolutely positive his chute would open whenever he decided to pull the cord. This time, the ground got there first.”
“Chang sees a picture of this, he’ll think you worked some magic, getting it done so fast.”
“Yeah. So will the Russians.”
“
They
paid, too?”
“More than Chang. The Russian Bear is a sacred icon to them. In their eyes, Viktor was looting a national treasure.”
“But it had to be some of their own people doing the actual poaching.”
“Sure. But that’s their problem, at their end. We only got paid to solve the one at ours.”
“Comes out perfect, boss. It’s like Viktor’s number came up, and we
hit
that number at the same time.”
“Yeah,” Cross said. “Perfect.”
“What’s wrong?”
