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If it doesn’t change location every seven days the package will . . . render itself useless. Not sure what determines how far or where it has to be moved.”
    “Will it explode?”
    “No idea.”
    “You said it was moved at least once every seven days. Why at least every seven days?”
    “The originator figured if he was unable to move his part of the package once a week, then he was dead.”
    “His part.”
    “There is a second part.”
    “GPS on that part too?”
    “Yes.”
    “Will I be asked to get that part too?”
    “That part is taken care of. That part is what Hopkins wanted. I need you on this part.”
    “The part you’re after? Show me what you have.”
    Arizona took out a picture, slid it across the table. It was the photo of a black briefcase. One of those numbers that required a fingerprint to open. One that might be booby-trapped.
    I said, “That looks like the briefcase you’re carrying.”
    She nodded. “It does.”
    “Is that part of this?”
    “I have part of what was being tracked by Hopkins.”
    “And this other part?”
    “It’s being tracked by my team. The one I have, my team tracks it as well.”
    “The one you have, you said it was being tracked by Hopkins too?”
    “No worries. Hopkins is dead. The big man is dead. I’m safe.”
    I sat on her words for a moment. “Give me a couple of days to think it over.”
    Her irritation grew. She tapped her fingernails on the table.
    She asked, “What will it take for you to reconsider?”
    I sipped my tea, became the cool one at the table, the one in control.
    She said, “Name your price.”
    “Not about money. Not gouging you.”
    She pulled her lips in, irritated, stressed. “How many days before you are available?”
    “Four.”
    “Four days could make it a brand-new ball game.”
    I took a deep breath, her irritation not motivating me in a new mental direction.
    She said, “Okay. Four days.”
    “When do I get the package?”
    “The official work order will come through Konstantin.”
    “Why the change in the way we’ve been doing business?”
    Arizona smiled. It was an ugly smile on a beautiful face.
    She took out another remote, aimed it at her Maserati, pressed a button, its lights flashing in the night. The car started. The engine revved, then calmed down.
    She wanted to make sure her GranTurismo didn’t explode.
    That was the world we lived in. In that way, my world wasn’t any different from hers.
    She said, “Payment and details on Buenos Aires have been forwarded to the Russian.”
    “When?”
    “It was sent to Konstantin an hour ago.”
    My jaw tightened. “An hour ago.”
    “Yes. Satellite photos. Everything we have so far.”
    “What made you think I’d accept the contract?”
    She said, “You’ve never turned me down.”
    With that, Arizona gathered her things, then stood to leave.
    I said, “Sit down.”
    “I have to go.”
    “Sit. Or I walk.”
    She did what I asked.
    I asked, “Should I trust you?”
    “Why the doubt?”
    “You’re all about money. And power. That’s what feeds you. Money and power. Judas Iscariot betrayed Christ for thirty pieces of silver. If Jesus can get betrayed . . . who the fuck am I?”
    “Have I ever betrayed you?”
    I took a breath, felt paranoid and foolish. “You put your life on the line for me in London.”
    “My record speaks for itself. I killed three people trying to protect you.”
    I let the anger speak, asked, “What about the man who sent me the satellite phone?”
    “He saved your life in London.”
    “You were on that bridge with me. That fucker was nowhere in sight.”
    “It’s about reciprocity.”
    “Guess it’s too late to send him a Hallmark card and a Strip-O-Gram as a thank-you.”
    Nothing was said for a moment.
    I asked, “Is that his baby?”
    She smiled a difficult smile. “You’ve been jealous of him since you knew he existed.”
    She was right. Jealousy ran though my veins. I had no right to be jealous. But I was.
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