Trader of secrets

Chapter Thirty-Eight

How’d it go?” asked Bruno.

“I’m not sure,” said Liquida. He was standing on a small footstool, peering through a tiny pinhole high on the wall as he looked down into Fareed’s room. It was one of several peepholes they had drilled, all of them up high so that Raji wouldn’t find them.

“What did you tell him?” Bruno was huddled up close behind Liquida’s legs as the Mexican stood on the stool.

“He thinks we are getting him an Internet connection.”

“Are we?”

“Not yet,” said Liquida. “Not yet.” He watched for several seconds as Raji performed the ceremony of the glasses and the coat. “That’s strange.”

“What?”

“Would you say it was cold in that room?”

“No. If anything, it’s stuffy with all the windows closed,” said Bruno.

“So why is he putting on his jacket?”

“You know, we noticed that the other day,” said Bruno.

“What is this?” As Liquida watched he could tell, even from behind, that he was being treated to a display of some sleight of hand. “You say you searched the room?”

“Thoroughly,” said Bruno.

“What about his jacket?”

“What do you mean?”

“Did you check it?”

“Of course. All the pockets, everything. We turned them inside out. There was nothing.”

“Are you certain?” said Liquida.

“Absolutely.”

Liquida watched for a few more seconds, then leaned back away from the hole. “Listen, I want you to go outside his door. Talk to your man in the hallway and speak to him in English so that Fareed can understand. Make sure you can be heard inside the room. Tell your man they are bringing up some food for Fareed.”

“What, at this time of night?” Bruno looked at his watch. “It’s three thirty in the morning.”

“Don’t worry about it. If your man says anything, tell him it’s coffee and some desserts. It’s necessary because we’re going to be working for a while. Also tell him that we are going to have to take Fareed to another room so he can connect his computer to the Internet. Then knock on the door, but don’t open it and tell Fareed we’re going have to move him to another room. You got it?”

“Yes.”

“By then I will join you.” Whatever Fareed was typing, he must have finished. By the time Liquida got his eye back to the hole Raji was sitting there reading whatever it was he had on the screen, his right hand dallying under the papers that lay along the side of the computer. If Liquida thought for a moment that Fareed had a gun, that’s where he would start looking, under those papers.

Bruno’s booming voice just outside the door made Raji jump as if someone put a few thousand volts through his body. The Chechen would never make it as an actor. He was speaking loud enough for Fareed’s dead ancestors to hear him.

The second he heard the shouting outside his door, Raji hit the save command and plucked the flash drive from the computer. There was no time for niceties like ejecting it. He fumbled and nearly dropped it, then slipped the small drive back into the open seam under the lapel of his coat.

Liquida smiled, then stepped back away from the wall. He shook his head. Stupid man! Will they never learn? By the time he got to the door, Bruno was coming back the other way.

“Well?”

“Let’s go get him,” said Liquida.

They marched down the hall. Bruno nodded to his guy and he unlocked the door. Liquida was first in. He looked at Raji. “My friend, I’m sorry but we’re going to have to move you to another room to get the Internet connection.”

“That’s fine.” Raji turned to get his laptop.

“No, you can leave it for now. We’ll get it in a few minutes,” said Liquida. “First we’re gonna get some food and some coffee, so you’re awake. I wouldn’t want you to make any mistakes.”

Raji started for the door. As he passed in front of Liquida, the Mexican reached out and took him by the arm. “Here, you won’t be needing your coat. It’s very warm in the other room. In fact, we’re going to have to turn the heat down.”

Fareed stopped and looked at him.

“I insist. I want you to be comfortable,” said Liquida.

“Sure.” Raji took a step toward the closet and started to take off his jacket.

“Boy, those are big glasses,” said Liquida.

“Not really,” said Raji.

“You must be blind.”

“No. It’s just that I have a problem with glare from the screen. They’re computer glasses. I wear them all the time at work.”

“Here, I’ll take that.” Before Raji could get his fingers near the lapel, Liquida grabbed the coat from his hand, put it on a hanger, and hung it neatly in the armoire. “Let’s go.”

They started down the hall with Bruno in front, Fareed behind him, with Liquida and the guard taking up the rear. Before they went twenty feet, Liquida said: “I am going to let you go on ahead. I will catch up with you in a minute.” He watched until Bruno had Raji inside one of the rooms down the hall; then Liquida turned and went back to Raji’s room.

He lifted the sport coat from the hanger in the armoire and started feeling around. It took him less than twenty seconds to find the small hard lump under the lapel and to see the tear in the seam. As soon as he had the flash drive in his hand, he grabbed the computer and took them both down the hall to another room. He knocked on the door.

A few seconds later, it opened. Inside Liquida could see a blue haze hovering just beneath the ceiling.

“What can I do for you?” Leffort slurred the words as Liquida got a blast of secondhand cannabis.

“Time for you to go to work.” Liquida pushed his way into the room.

“Please. By all means, come in.” Leffort stumbled backward toward the bed and started to giggle. “Can I offer you anything? Glass of wine, truffle, croissant, a Quaalude?”

The room was a shambles. Dirty dishes and empty food containers covered the desk and part of the floor. The top of the bureau had become Leffort’s laundry chute, dirty underwear and socks everywhere. The smell of sweat was covered by the sweet perfume of the weed. Two of the bureau drawers were pulled open and filled with garbage. With the sleeping curtains drawn, the clutter, and the smell, the place felt like an opium den.

“Welcome to my humble abode.” Leffort took one more step back and fell onto the bed.

“This is a pigsty,” said Liquida.

Bruno had taken the entire floor for a week and told the front desk not to bother sending up the maids. Food was brought in by Bruno’s people from one of the local restaurants. Another day of this and Leffort would be sleeping with rats.

The story Liquida had told Raji was only half a lie. If Liquida had his way and everything worked out, they would be out of Paris and on their way south toward Marseilles before the sun came up.

Leffort took another drag on the joint as he maneuvered his head onto the pillow and lifted his white gym-socked feet up onto the bed.

Liquida swept the dirty dishes and garbage off the surface of the small table with one arm and started setting up the computer. “Get over here now.”

“Have you seen this one?” Leffort’s attention was back on the television set, a porn movie running on one of the pay-per-view channels. “ Lilly’s Arch Day Triumph, ” said Leffort.

As soon as he got the computer up and running, Liquida crossed the room. Leffort was in middrag on the joint when Liquida slapped it from his lips and stamped it out on the floor.

“That’s good shit. What did you go and do that for?”

“I want you to take a look at this.” He held the small flash drive, half the size of a pack of chewing gum, up in front of Leffort’s eyes so he could see it. Larry tried to focus.

“What is it? Lemme see.” He took the drive between his fingers, examined it for a second, then put one end of it to his lips and tried to suck with his lungs. “No taste at all. What is it?” said Leffort.

“Son of a bitch.” Liquida ripped the flash drive from his mouth.

“Suck on that, you’re gonna need to break out the Shop-Vac.”

“You stupid shit.” Liquida grabbed him by the collar and started to pull him up off the bed. After Liquida dragged him to his feet, together they stumbled into the bathroom. He maneuvered Leffort into place, bumped him with his hip, and let go. Leffort tumbled into the tub. He hadn’t hit the porcelain surface when Liquida pulled the curtain closed and turned on the shower full force with cold water.

“Aw shit! Nooooo! God damn! Turn it off! You’re gonna fuckin’ drown me.”

“Try the backstroke,” said Liquida. “You keep this up, you and I are gonna go in the other room and play with a pillow. Did I tell you the dream I had?”

Ten minutes later Liquida had him stripped, dried, and covered with a towel, everything except the upper chest and the nipple rings Leffort had installed in L.A. Liquida pushed him out into the room toward the table and the computer.

“What do you want?” Leffort’s tone was no longer pleasant.

“I want you to get your ass in that chair and look at this.” Liquida handed him the flash drive once more. “Tell me if it’s what we’re looking for. The targeting software.”

“Lemme see.” Leffort held it up to the light. “What does that say?” He showed it to Liquida.

“It says Kingston.”

“Yeah, but there’s numbers after it. What do the numbers say?”

“Looks like two hundred and fifty…”

“Two hundred and fifty-six gigs,” said Leffort.

“So what is that?” said Liquida.

“That, my friend, is the largest flash drive on the commercial market. Must have set him back at least a thousand bucks. There’s probably something bigger that the government has, but for you and me, that’s as big as they get, at least for now anyway.”

“So what does that mean?”

“It means it’s big enough to hold what we’re looking for.”

“Yes, but is it there?”

“How do I know? Listen, I need a smoke.”

Liquida grabbed him by the few hairs on his chest, pinched one of the nipple rings with the other hand, and started to twist.

“Ow! Shit, that hurts.”

“Yes, I know. It was good of you to provide them,” said Liquida. “Most people I do this to, I have to bring my own pliers. Listen to me!” He kept twisting.

“Ow! Oh, shit!”

“Get your ass over to that computer and tell me what’s on that thing or I’m going to take you out on the balcony and teach you how to fly without wings. Do you understand?”

“Yesss! I understand.”

“Good.” Liquida let go.

“Oh God!”

The way Leffort said it, Liquida had to wonder if the sick fuck might have actually enjoyed it. Maybe when Leffort was finished with the job, Bruno would give him to Liquida as a project so he could flame up the rings in his tits with a torch.