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As much as Logan didn’t want to, the thing he needed to do was get a few hours of sleep. Daeng promised to call the instant anything happened, then dropped him off in front of his hotel.
Though it was the phone that woke Logan four hours later, it wasn’t Daeng on the other end. It was Ruth.
“Where exactly are you?”
“Huh?” Logan said, still half-asleep. “What are you talking about?”
“You left the country, didn’t you?”
“Is that a problem?” Before she could reply, he said, “Wait. Just give me a second.” He pulled himself out of bed, and carried the phone into the bathroom where he splashed some water on his face. Once he felt his brain starting to work again, he put the phone back to his ear. “What’s going on, Ruth?”
“I had an…unexpected conversation this afternoon.” It was still Friday evening in New York.
“Unexpected?”
“Forty-five minutes ago, Jon Jordan came into my office.” Jordan was the C.O.O of Forbus Systems International. He was the prick who’d been behind turning Logan into a scapegoat, though Logan could never prove that. “He wants to know why I was interested in Bracher Schwartz and Associates.”
Logan tried to place the name, but it was unfamiliar. “Who are they?”
“Bracher Schwartz is a New York law firm. The same firm that was involved with setting up the shell companies that included Kajiwara Research. Remember them? Your friends who chartered that jet?”
She had his attention now. “This law firm, they’re real? Not a shell?”
“Very real, and, apparently, very well connected. One of the senior partners plays golf with Mr. Jordan.”
“Well, that’s…interesting. Do you think the shell companies lead back to Forbus?”
“If they did, I certainly wouldn’t be calling you,” she said. “But I did touch a nerve, that’s for sure. Mr. Jordan was also curious why I was looking at our Burma files.”
“You have a problem, Ruth. Someone’s spying on you.”
She huffed out a derisive breath. “They spy on all of us here. That’s the nature of our business, remember?”
“Tell me more about this Bracher Schwartz place.”
“Harper, I’m calling you to tell you I can’t help you any more.”
He paused. “Look, I know I’ve put you in a bad spot, but I didn’t mean to do that. Ruth…a young woman’s life is in danger.”
“What are you talking about?”
He hesitated again, then said, “She’s…been abducted.”
“Abducted?”
“Yes.”
“What about the authorities?”
“If they get involve, this girl won’t see twenty-one.”
“Are you just feeding me a line?”
“No. I’m not. You know I’d never do that.”
“Dammit.” She took a few seconds, then said, “Okay, here’s the deal. This law firm handles a lot of international business. They have offices not just in New York, but in D.C., London, Geneva, and Singapore. They’re deal makers.”
“Do they do any business with the Burmese government?”
“Given your earlier request, I actually thought about that. But as far as I can tell, nothing. Burma’s kind of a touchy area. It’s actually illegal for U.S. firms to do business there. Well, technically, the Executive Order states that companies are not allowed to do business with the top people in the government or their families, but if you want to do business there, that’s who you have to deal with.”
Logan knew that didn’t mean there weren’t ways to work around it. “Did you happen to check if they actually had a Robert Andrews on staff?”
“I did, and they don’t. But…”
“But what?”
A pause, then “Hold on, I’m going to text you a photo.” He could hear her moving her phone around for several seconds. “There, sent. You should get it in a moment.”
“What’s the picture of?” he asked.
“I just want you to look at it first. It might be nothing.”
Before he could ask anything more, his phone buzzed. He accessed the text, then touched the photo so it would fill his display. It was a group shot—two older men in front, a couple of younger guys to the side, and three others in the background. They were on some steps leading down from a building.
He switched the phone to speaker so he could talk and view the picture at the same time. “Okay. So, what am I looking at?”
“The picture’s from the New York Times. It’s the outside of the Federal Courthouse in New York City. The two older gentlemen are Samuel Schwartz and Charles Bracher. The two others with them aren’t important. I want you to look at the three in the back, specifically the guy on the right. You should be able to enlarge it enough.”
He centered the person in question, and increased the size of the photo, then stared at it for a moment. “That’s him.”
“Robert Andrews?”
“Yes. I’m sure of it.”
“I was afraid of that.”
“Who is he?”
Silence, then, “His real name is Scott Bell.”
“He works for Bracher Schwartz?”
“Technically, he runs his own security firm. Of course, it is located in the same building as Bracher Schwartz’s home office.” She was quiet for a moment. “I went out on a limb, Logan. I talked to one of our people in New York. He says Bell handles all the firm’s dirty work.”
“Ruth, you didn’t have to take that chance.”
“It doesn’t matter. It’s already done.”
“Do you trust this person enough that he won’t tell anyone you talked to him?”
“He’s a decent guy. He won’t say anything.”
“So which client is Bell doing work for now?”
“That, I don’t know. But my friend did tell me who some of their clients are, though.”
“Who?”
She let out a not quite tension free laugh. “You have any openings at your garage? I might need a job after this.”
“We’d be happy to have you.”
She paused, then said, “One of their big clients is a Silicon Valley tech firm called Okomoto Systems. They specialize in mobile devices and applications. Then, of course, there’s Laredyne Industries. You’ve heard of them.”
He had. They were a defense contractor like Forbus. “What about their connection to Burma?”
“I didn’t really look into them, but I doubt it. Again, it would be illegal.”
“True, but how many times has Forbus gotten into gray areas overseas?” Logan asked.
“I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He smirked. “What about other clients?”
“LRB Oil, H. Wick, a medical supply company out of Indianapolis, a regional fast food chain. That’s about all I got at this point.”
H. Wick? He’d heard that name recently. But why would a medical supply company be involved in—
Angie.
The company she had stolen the money from. Hadn’t she said it was H. Wick Medical Supply? The company may very well not have been part of what was going on, but at the very least their attorneys—Bracher Schwartz—would have been aware of Angie’s embezzlement. She would easily have become an asset they could exploit.
“Thank you, Ruth. You’ve done more than I could have ever hoped.”
“You know, you never actually told me where you are?”
“You sure you want to know?”
She paused. “Please tell me you’re not in Burma.”
“I’m not in Burma.”
There was another pause. “You’re in Thailand aren’t you? That plane.”
“Yes.”
“Be careful, okay? And…and I hope you find the girl.”
“Me, too,” he said, but by then she’d already hung up.
After he showered and got dressed, he looked at Bell’s picture again.
A law firm fixer with a penchant for kidnapping, and, if Logan was right, murder. What kind of game was he playing? And was this actually for the law firm, or was he acting for someone else entirely? The generals in Myanmar, perhaps? As ludicrous as that idea had been at one point, Logan felt it was a very real possibility now.
He called Daeng. “Sorry to wake you,” he said as soon as Daeng picked up.
“You didn’t. I just got off the phone with one of my men by the river.”
“And?”
“Go downstairs. Someone will pick you up in a few minutes.”
Knowing he needed to stay flexible, Logan brought his backpack with him as he headed out of the hotel. At the curb, he found the same motorcycle driver who’d taken him to Christina’s the night before.
This time the ride only lasted fifteen minutes before the driver pulled to the curb a couple of blocks shy of the river, in an area where there seemed to be few other farang around.
Daeng was standing in the doorway of a pharmacy a few feet away, talking on his phone. There was a bandage on his injured ear, but otherwise he looked the same as he had the night before, save for the T-shirt. Einstein was out, and Bender, the robot from Futurama, was in.
As Logan walked over, Daeng nodded a hello, then held up a finger indicating he wouldn’t be long.
When he hung up, Logan asked “What’s going on?”
“We figured out what building they were in.”
“Were?”
“That’s the bad news,” Daeng said. “Either they were already gone by the time my men were in place, or they snuck out this morning and we missed them.”
Disappointed was not nearly a strong enough word for what Logan suddenly felt. “Is that possible?”
“Anything is possible,” Daeng said. “But I chose my men carefully. It would have been very unusual for them to have missed anything. But there is good news. They’re not all gone.”
“What?”
“The girl and most of the others, they’re not there anymore. But two farang men were still inside when we found the building.”
“Did you detain them?”
Daeng shook his head. “Not yet. They’re still there. Apparently, they’re cleaning up.”
Of course, Logan thought. Making sure there were no traces that they’d been there. Just like back in L.A.
“Do you want me to have my men move in?” Daeng asked.
Logan said nothing for a moment, thinking. If Daeng’s people grabbed them now, who knew how long it might take to get them to divulge where Elyse was.
“No,” he said. “We’ll let them finish what they’re doing, then follow them. In the meantime, get me as close as you can. I want to see exactly who was left behind.”
30
Logan and Daeng spent five and a half hours in an empty apartment across an intersection from the building Elyse had been held in.
More than once, Logan asked if it was possible that the men who were supposedly still there might have snuck out some other way. Each time, Daeng had dutifully checked, but the report would always come back that the men were still inside.
“I’m not sure I’ve actually told you thanks, yet,” Logan said after Daeng checked for him one more time. “Without you and your men, I don’t know what I would have done.”
Daeng shrugged. “You would have found her. You would have just done it a different way. You’re more resourceful than you look.”
“Thanks, I think.”
“You’re welcome.”
“I’m serious, though,” Logan said after a few seconds. “You’ve done a lot more than you needed to.”
“I’ve done exactly what I needed to.”
Logan looked at him. Daeng’s eyes were focused through the window on the other building, but after a moment, he glanced over. “What?”
“That’s just kind of an odd statement.”
“Is it? Aren’t you doing the same?”
The question surprised Logan. He was doing what he felt he had to do, but was it exactly what he had to do? Only if he were able to bring Elyse home alive. Otherwise, what he was currently doing would turn out not to be enough. Again.
Daeng seemed to sense Logan’s discomfort. He smiled, then said, “How’s the weather in L.A.?”
Logan looked out the window. “Nice when I left. Seventies.”
“I miss that. Most of the time it doesn’t even get down to seventy during the night here.”
“How long were you in Los Angeles?”
Daeng was silent for a moment. “Almost ten years.”
“You must have been young when you got there.”
“Eight and a half.”
Logan felt like he probably asked more than he should have, so he said nothing. But, apparently he was wrong.
After a brief pause, Daeng said, “My mom had died three months before, and my dad…well, let’s just say he wasn’t cut out for raising a kid on his own. So he sent me off to live with his sister in the States.”
On the street below, Logan watched a pickup truck drive by, mattresses stacked high in the back.
“I was fortunate, though,” Daeng went on. “My aunt had loved my mom, so she made it a point that I learned all I could about my Burmese background. My father would have never done that. My mother’s people, my people…they haven’t had it easy. The things the generals over there have done…” He gestured in what Logan assumed was the direction of Burma. “No one should do those things.” He paused, then glanced over. “Would you believe I used to be a monk?”
“I thought I heard somewhere that all Thai men spend a few months being a monk.”
Daeng waved a dismissive hand in the air. “I’m not talking about a temporary monk. I spent three years in that life. The temple I lived in was in a town several hours north of here. It was peaceful. At the time, I thought I would never do anything else. But in 2007, things changed. That fall, there were protests in Burma.”
“I’ve read about them,” Logan said.
“I felt moved by this, and thought that the time had finally come for my mother’s people to free themselves. When I heard that the Burmese monks in Rangoon had taken up on the side of the people, and were actually leading the protests, I knew I couldn’t just stay here in Thailand and do nothing. Against the wishes of my temple, I snuck across the border and made my way to Rangoon. I wanted to do what I could.”
Like Tooney’s wife.
“For two days I wore my robes and marched in the protests with my brother monks, and my mother’s countrymen. There was an excitement in the air, a feeling that maybe we could actually change things this time. I stayed at a temple with over two hundred other monks right in the city, but since I had come late, and was the outsider, I was given floor space in a room that was normally used as a classroom with three others. The next day, all two hundred monks were going to go to a rally. It was to be the biggest yet. Only in the middle of the night, the secret police came.” Daeng paused. “The first thing I heard was screaming from the hall where most of the monks were staying. Somehow the four of us in the classroom had been overlooked. I wanted to rush out and try to help, but the others held me back. They knew what would happen if I went out there. Many monks were hauled away that night and never seen again. If I’d opened that door, I would have been one of them.
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