“We don’t need to draw any attention right now.”
“Don’t worry. There’ll be plenty of misdirection.”
“From your guys? I’m going down to Mitchellville to make sure everything stays quiet.”
“Suit yourself. I’ll be in touch.”
Robertson slipped his phone into his pocket. So much for the weekend getaway. Just look the other way for old times’ sake. Provide a little intel. Get the money you need to pad out your retirement. That’s what French had told him in the beginning. Every step of the way, the danger had increased. Now French was planning to kill Chen. In the US. What a clusterfuck. He was dancing in the middle. The dead guys in Kyrgyzstan didn’t matter. French and his mercenaries, Clemens, Chen, and he were playing musical chairs with the envelope containing the bank-account passcode. All that mattered was being in a chair when the music stopped. If Chen had the bank codes, that was fine. If French had them, no problem. But if French killed Chen and the cops discovered their plan, he’d lose his pension and wind up in prison. There’d be no way to finesse his way out of it. So he was going to have to run down to Mitchellville. Protect his investment. See if he could find a way to keep Chen from being killed. Nothing could be left to chance at this stage in their plan. He reached for his desk phone and called home.
“Martha?”
“Let me guess. You have to work this weekend.”
“I promise this is absolutely the last time.”
“That’s what you always say.”
“I’m doing everything I can. It’s not my fault when I draw the short straw.”
“I’m not going to be held hostage by your job. I’m going to the mountains. And I’m going to see if Meagan can go with me, so don’t bother to call me every day with your sad story about how you’re on your way in a few more hours.”
She hung up. Robertson tapped the phone handset against the edge of his desk. Six months until retirement. He’d get this deal done, get the money ferreted away, increase their mortgage payments, pay off the credit cards, and they would be set. He’d make it all up to her. They’d go on those cruises she always wanted to go on. Spend time with the grandkids. Go to Europe. In a few years, she’d forget all about how hard things were now.
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