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money’s in my account.’”
    He
finished typing.   “That it?”
    “That’s
it.”
    He hit
the send button.   “Now what?”
    “Now we
go after Jean-Georges.   We take him
out, which will send a message to the rest of the group.   If anyone is their unofficial leader,
it’s him.   If we manage to kill him,
we tell them why we did it.   We know
they want us dead.   We tell them to
stand down or they’ll be joining Jean-Georges in hell.”
    “Which
is exactly where he’ll end up.”
    “The
man’s a monster,” she said.   “I’ve
declined four jobs from him because he wanted me to cross a line.   I’m no angel, but I don’t kill children.   Ever.   There were times he wanted me to knock
off some business associate’s kid, but I refused.   What’s worse is how he wanted me to kill
them.   It was sick.   The man’s a pervert.   I have zero problem seeing him dead.”
    “You
know the moment his associates hear about this, they’ll hire someone else to
kill us.”
    “Not if
we blackmail them.   That’s what
they’re afraid of.   That’s why we’re
in this situation now.   They’re
worried that we know too much.   They
think we’ll bilk them for money or send what we know to the press.   The problem is time.   We need to kill Jean-Georges
tonight.   There’s no time to
wait.   If we wait for the ‘right’
moment, we’ll be dead.   So we act
now.   We send a photo of his dead
body to the group and warn them that if they come after us, we send everything
we know about them to the press and to the police.”
    “Then we
leave.”
    “That’s
right.   Just before boarding our
flight, we send the picture and the threat from the airport.   I have a place in Bora Bora that nobody
knows about.   We go there and lie
low.”
    “For how
long?”
    “Until
we have to leave for any outstanding commitments.”
    “My next
one is in five weeks.”
    “Mine is
in seven.”
    “So,
we’ll have five weeks together.”
    “Think
you can handle it?”
    “That’s
not the question.”
    “What
is?”
    “Whether
you can, Carmen.”

 
 
 
    CHAPTER SIX

 
    “You
need to call Jean-Georges,” she said.   “Tell him that you’ve emailed the photo and that you were shot.   You’ve got tracking on your phone.   Use the GPS to find out where he
is.   Make it quick.   Tell him you’re bleeding and can’t
talk.”
    He
plucked the phone from his inside blazer pocket and Carmen saw the butt of his
gun.   She figured it was there.   To make sure she remained quiet, he held
up his hand while he dialed.  
    Jean-Georges,
whose full name was Jean-Georges Laurent, was part of a powerful business
syndicate that had corporations and enemies all over the world.   They were in bed with governments and
with corporate leaders.   For years,
it had been Alex and Carmen who took care of the enemies, but that obviously no
longer was the case.
    The man
answered on the third ring.   Alex
said what she told him to say while the GPS got a hook on his location.   “Did you hear me?” Alex said.   “She shot me.   I’m in no shape to fly.   I’ll catch the flight tomorrow or the
next day.   Now, I need to get to a
pharmacy and find something to remove the bullet and stop the bleeding.   I’ll be looking for the money in my
account tomorrow morning.   I’ll talk
to you later.”  
    He
turned off the phone and looked at Carmen.   “He’s out,” he said.   “There
was an orchestra.   It sounded like a
crowd.   People talking over each
other.   Light laughter.”
    “Let me
see your GPS.”
    Alex
pointed to the blinking dot.   “He’s
at Ninety-Nine East Fifty-Second Street.”
    “Do a
search for it.”
    He
pressed a button.   “Four Seasons.”
    “If
there’s an orchestra, it’s a private event.”   She looked at her watch.   “It’s still early.   Depending on the event, he could be
there for another few hours.   I have
a contact who can get us in, assuming