Santa Fe Edge

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Ed Eagle sat at his desk, munching on a sandwich and reading

The Wall Street Journal. His eye fell on a news story on page two that caused him to begin choking.

WIDOW OF WALTER KEELER BREAKS WILL

When avionics billionaire Walter Keeler died in a car crash, he left a will that severely restricted the inheritance of his new wife, Eleanor Keeler, to a monthly allowance of $50,000 and the lifetime use, but not ownership, of their apartment in San Francisco. The remainder of his estate went to a few charitable bequests and to support his foundation.

Earlier this week, on the testimony of his late attorney’s secretary, two pages illegally excluded from the will were restored, and the bulk of Keeler’s $l.5 billion estate reverted to his widow. Today, the newly appointed executor is to turn over to Mrs. Keeler more than $1.2 billion in liquid assets, plus her apartment and extensive other real estate holdings.

The lawyer who took it upon himself to change Walter Keeler’s will was subsequently murdered outside his home, and an associate who participated in the fraud has died of breast cancer. The secretary, who had typed the original will, had kept the original pages and, freed from the threat of retribution by her former boss, disclosed his actions to the ethics committee of the California Bar Association. She has been rewarded by Mrs. Keeler with a substantial whistle-blower’s reward.

Eagle cleared his throat with a gulp of iced tea and pressed a button on his phone. “Find Cupie Dalton and Vittorio and get them in here,” he said.

CUPIE AND VITTORIO SAT across Eagle’s desk from him and read the Journal article. “I don’t believe it,” Cupie said.

“Who could believe a story like that?” Eagle asked. “What does this mean to us?”

“I think it means,” Cupie replied, “that Barbara is going to be too busy spending her money to have time to try to kill you again.”

“Well, should she get caught at that, she certainly has a lot more to lose now than ever before,” Eagle said.

“And she has a murder charge and an extradition warrant to deal with,” Cupie said. “She’ll soon be out of our hair.”

“I’m not so sure,” Eagle said. “Now she can afford any attorney in the United States to defend her. I’ll bet she’s working on that right now.”

BARBARA WAS SITTING ON HER terrace overlooking San Francisco Bay when the maid led Raoul Estevez outside and announced him.

Barbara held out a hand and waved him to a chair. “I’m very pleased to meet you, Mr. Estevez,” she said. She found him handsome and well tailored.

“And I you, Mrs. Keeler. Ralph Waters has asked me to inform you that your husband’s estate has cleared probate, and the executor has begun to transfer cash and stock accounts to your bank.”

“That is very good news indeed,” Barbara said brightly.

“Now, Mrs. Keeler, how may I be of service to you?”

“I’ll be as concise as I can,” Barbara replied. “Two or three years ago I and my sister were on a vacation in Acapulco when we met a charming young man. In the course of events we took him into our bed, but he became violent and abusive, and in order to defend our lives, my sister grabbed a steak knife from a room-service cart and stabbed him, killing him. She also, in a rage, took it upon herself to, ah, remove a part of his genitalia.

“We managed to leave the country undetected, but the young man turned out to be related to an important captain in the Federal Police. My sister subsequently met her death in Santa Fe, and I married a man there, an attorney named Ed Eagle. Do you know him?”

“We’ve never met, but I know him by his formidable reputation,” Estevez replied. “Go on, please.”

“I left Ed, and divorce negotiations became difficult. He hired two private detectives to lure me aboard a yacht out of San Diego for a dinner cruise. Later that evening, unbeknownst to me, the yacht sailed into Mexican waters, where it was met by a police boat. I was arrested and subsequently received a brief, extremely unfair trial and was sentenced to twenty years to life in a women’s prison at Tres Cruces, east of Acapulco.

“There I was repeatedly sexually assaulted and raped, on almost a daily basis, by the warden, a Captain Pedro Alvarez. Finally, after several months of this abuse, I was able to slip a dose of Valium into his tequila, and I escaped through a window in his apartment, which adjoined the prison. A friend drove me to Acapulco, then we were both privately flown back to the United States.”

“I understand, Mrs. Keeler,” Estevez replied. “I take it you have not read this morning’s Examiner?”

“No, I have not.”

“There is a story that the United States attorney general has acquiesced to a request for extradition from the Mexican minister of justice, and that a federal judge has issued a warrant for your arrest.”

“I was not aware of that,” Barbara said.

“I will leave for Mexico City tonight and begin to try and right this wrong that has been done to you,” Estevez said. “I understand that you have access to a private jet aircraft.”

“That is so.”

“I suggest, entirely off the record, that you leave the country immediately and wait for me to contact you.”

“Would the Bahamas do?” Barbara asked.

“Very nicely,” he replied.

“I will follow your advice, Mr. Estevez.”

“Mr. Waters mentioned another legal concern?”

“That will have to wait,” Barbara replied.

“If I am to be successful in Mexico one or more bribes will have to be paid. The total could come to as much as a million dollars, perhaps even more.”

“I will leave that entirely to your judgment,” Barbara replied.

“Very well. Please arrange with your bankers to be able to wire-transfer funds on a moment’s notice to accounts in Mexico or other countries, the numbers of which I will supply you with.”

Barbara wrote down her cell number and the number of the sat-phone on the airplane and handed them to him. “Thank you, Mr. Estevez. Now, if you will excuse me, I have some calls to make and some packing to do.” She stood up, shook his hand and waved him off.

Barbara sat down again and called Morton Johns at her bank and explained that she was leaving town immediately and about the need to wire funds. He gave her his cell number.

“Call at any hour of the day or night and I will attend to it,” he said. “Incidentally, I have researched the business investment you wish to make, and we here consider it to be an attractive proposition.” He mentioned the price. “There is one owner, and he is prepared to close immediately. I will send the report to you in San Jose,” he said.

“Please proceed with all speed,” Barbara said. “You may use the power of attorney I gave you. Keep in touch with me by phone, as I will be traveling. You have the numbers.”

“Of course, Mrs. Keeler. And I have some good news for you: Your husband’s estate has transferred eight hundred million dollars to your account here, and there is more to come, I am assured.”

“Wonderful news,” Barbara said. She thanked him and instructed him to initiate the procedures they had discussed at lunch. She hung up and called the FBO in San Jose and ordered the airplane to be prepared for an immediate departure to Nassau, then made another call.

“Bentley Motors,” the operator said.

“Charles Grosvenor, please,” Barbara said.

“Please hold.”

“This is Charles Grosvenor.”

“Charles, it’s Ellie Keeler.”

“How nice to hear your voice.”

“I have an invitation for you,” she said. “You’ve said that you enjoy travel.”

“Yes, indeed, Ellie.”

“Do you have your passport handy?”

“Yes. It’s in my briefcase.”

“Here’s what I’d like you to do. I’d like you to go directly to the San Jose Airport and meet me there.” She gave him directions to the FBO. “We will be departing immediately for the Bahamas.”

“I’ll have to get time off,” Grosvenor said.

“Please don’t worry about that. Just walk away now. I’ll explain later.”

“But my job.”

“Don’t worry about it, and don’t worry about clothes. We’ll get you a new wardrobe in Nassau.”

“Whatever you say, my dear,” he replied. “I’ll look forward to seeing you in an hour.”

“I’ll look forward to it as well,” she said, then ran to pack a small bag.

AS WILLARD DROVE HER away in the Bentley, a government car drove up to Barbara’s apartment building, and two FBI agents got out and went inside. They were told by the maid, as per Barbara’s instructions, that she had flown to Rome earlier in the day.