The Ignoranceof Blood jf-4

by Robert Wilson

  'He has a red birthmark on the underside of his left arm near the armpit. We call it his strawberry,' she said.

  'Tell them to ask Dario about his mark and what he calls it,' said Falcon. 'Have you got a dictaphone?'

  She dug out a small digital dictaphone. They tested it. She turned it on, wiped her damp palms with tissues, picked up the phone, switched on the loudspeaker, dialled the number. She took a deep breath, summoned the performance of her life.

  'Diga,' said a voice.

  'My name is Consuelo Jimenez and I want to speak to Dario.'

  'Wait.'

  The phone changed hands.

  'Senora Jimenez…'

  'I received a message telling me to call this number if I wanted to speak to my son, Dario. Would you put him on the line, please.'

  'There are some things we have to discuss first,' said the voice, in perfect Castilian Spanish.

  'What things? You have my son. I have nothing of yours. There are no "things" to discuss apart from the return of my son, and that can be done after I've spoken to him.'

  'Listen to me, Senora Jimenez. I can understand that you are very anxious about your son. You would like to speak to him, that is natural, but there are certain things we must establish first.'

  'You are absolutely right -'

  'May I say, Senora Jimenez, that I admire your calmness in this situation. Most mothers I know would be incapable of speaking to me like this on the phone.'

  'I would cry, beat my breast and vomit with grief, if I thought that for one moment it would make any impression on you,' said Consuelo. 'But if you think I'm made of strong stuff, I know you're made of crueller stuff, and so human emotion is unlikely to move you to return my son. So this is what you get. Now, let's establish something before we go any further: I want to talk to my son.'

  'That is not possible at the moment.'

  'You see, you are already going back on your word,' said Consuelo. 'Your message is clear. It says -'

  'I know what the message says, Senora Jimenez,' said the voice, with a bit of steel in it now. 'I wrote it. But you must be patient.'

  'Don't talk to me about being patient. You will never comprehend the impatience of a mother who has had her child taken from her. So don't use that word again,' said Consuelo. 'If you won't let me speak to my son, which I regard as the ultimate proof that he is safe and well, then you must go to Dario and ask him about his mark and tell me what he says.'

  'His mark?'

  'Ask Dario, he will tell you all you need to know to convince me.'

  'One moment, please.'

  A long silence.

  'Is there anybody there?' she asked, after some minutes.

  'Please hold the line for a moment longer, Senora Jimenez,' said the voice. 'This is something for which permission is required.'

  'Permission?'

  'There is a higher authority in this matter. We are in contact with them now.'

  More silence. After five long minutes the voice returned.

  'Senora Jimenez, do you understand the nature of the people you are dealing with here?'

  'If you mean: do I know you are members of a Russian mafia group, then the answer is yes. Which group, I don't know.'

  'Perhaps your friend Inspector Jefe Javier Falcon knows,' said the voice. 'Yes, we know you're there, Inspector Jefe, we saw you enter the restaurant together.'

  'Are you associated with Leonid Revnik?' asked Falcon.

  'That is correct,' said the voice. 'Senor Revnik has been away in Moscow. Since he took over the operations in the Costa del Sol some structural problems have developed in our organization in the Iberian Peninsula.'

  'You mean Yuri Donstov has assumed control of certain pieces of business in Seville and had poached Vasili Lukyanov.'

  'Senor Revnik was in Moscow for a meeting of the Supreme Council of the five most powerful Russian brigades with soldiers on the ground in Spain,' said the voice. 'They found that Yuri Donstov was responsible for the murders of two senior members of one of the brigades and has moved into trades where we have agreements with our Italian and Turkish friends about how certain things should be done. We cannot allow that. It was the unanimous decision of the Supreme Council that Yuri Donstov's operations be stopped and his group disbanded.'

  'This is all very interesting,' said Consuelo, 'but what about my son?'

  'You have to understand the geopolitical situation before we can get down to the discussion of the detail,' said the voice. 'And there is also the question of the Seville bombing.'

  Silence.

  'I'm listening,' said Falcon, and he was, with every cell in his body.

  'We are holding the men responsible for the making of that bomb and the positioning of it in the mosque.'

  Falcon's heart rate doubled, he could feel it ticking in his throat. Something like greed came over him and he had to stop himself from snatching at what the voice was holding out to him. He reminded himself that everything is calculated, nothing comes free. This was just bait.

  'And why would you be holding those men?'

  'You are the police, Inspector Jefe,' said the voice. 'You operate from the outside, trying to find your way in. We are on the inside where everything is much clearer.'

  'You're implying that Donstov was responsible for planting the bomb and that you disapproved of it.'

  'For an operation which would change the political landscape and destabilize a region, which has been a safe haven for a number of organizations for many years, Donstov would have needed the full backing of the Supreme Council. He did not have it. It was something done to his personal advantage.'

  'And Senora Jimenez's son, Dario?' said Falcon. 'Where is the boy in all this? What is your purpose in holding him?'

  'I think there's been a misunderstanding here, Inspector Jefe,' said the voice. 'We are not holding the boy. We vehemently disapprove of the involvement of civilians in our foreign operations. It brings unwelcome publicity and unnecessary attention from the police.'

  'You're not holding Dario!' said Consuelo, unable to dampen the shriek in that negative. 'So why are we talking to you?'

  'Certain things had to be established before we could proceed to look at the situation with your son,' said the voice.

  'You said I could speak to him if I called this number.'

  'One of the most important things to establish is the nature of the people you are dealing with,' said the voice. 'Senor Revnik has rules, Senora Jimenez. He has a code of honour. It may not be the same as yours, or the Inspector Jefe's, but it is the reason why he is such a respected man in the world of vory-v-zakone. Yuri Donstov has no respect for these rules. He is an outsider. He does things which are only to his advantage. He is the sort of person who gives no thought to the nature of a man such as Vasili Lukyanov.'

  'But Lukyanov used to work for Senor Revnik,' said Falcon.

  'Perhaps you are not aware of the extent of the disagreements between Senor Revnik and Vasili Lukyanov,' said the voice. 'Giving a man a beating when he is unable to repay a debt is permissible, but we draw the line at raping and beating a man's daughter. It proved very costly for Senor Revnik to extricate Lukyanov and his friend from that situation. Senor Revnik is even more furious now that he has returned from Moscow to find more than eight million euros and other property missing. You may not know this, Inspector Jefe, but nobody steals from a vor-v-zakone. There is only one punishment for that, which in this case has been carried out by the Ultimate Power.'

  'This is all very well,' said Consuelo, who could feel herself being sidelined, 'but if you're not holding my son then I am unclear as to what you are proposing.'

  'We do have a proposal,' said the voice firmly. 'The most important part of this proposal from your point of view is that you do not enter into negotiations with Yuri Donstov. He is probably offering to return the boy if the Inspector Jefe can get his hands on the money and some disks which were stolen by Lukyanov.'

  'The money is impossible. It's already bee
n banked,' said Falcon. 'We know what's on the disks.'

  'They will be happy with the disks. They contain substantial bargaining power. Extortion is a core business,' said the voice.

  There was an omission there that Falcon did not miss: the disks were a lot more than just an ordinary business tool.

  'As you know,' said Consuelo, 'I am a businesswoman. Normally in business I negotiate with someone who has something I want. I might use a broker if they bring specialist knowledge, but in our situation here, you are trying to become the broker when I am already in direct contact with the person who has what I want.'

  'I don't think you've listened to me very carefully, Senora Jimenez. Not only have I explained what sort of a person Yuri Donstov is – a man with no code of honour and no rules, who has turned his back on the very people who made him a vor-v-zakone – but also that he is running an operation which will very soon cease to exist. I doubt you are in the habit of doing business with bankrupts,' said the voice. 'The other advantage to you, Senora Jimenez, is that you don't have to do anything. We will get your son back for you. You just have to sit and wait.'

  'But I still have to call Yuri Donstov. He has already sent me an email saying that his patience is not infinite – as if mine is.'

  'You tell him that there are complications. First of all, you cannot get the money because it is in the bank, and secondly, you have been approached by another group who say that they are the ones holding your son. You no longer know who to believe, and he must give you incontrovertible proof of your son's wellbeing before you do anything. I'm sure, with your experience, that you are an expert at playing for time in a negotiation.'

  'But how are you going to get my son back? You are all men of violence. If you're going to fight this out, killing each other, I do not want my son to be in the middle of a war.'

  'Believe me, Senora Jimenez, this is not a unilateral action. Pressure can be applied in all sorts of ways -'

  'That sounds like a slow process,' said Consuelo. 'I don't have that sort of time. My son is in the hands of a monster. I'm not going to wait while you gradually squeeze this… this infected boil out of your organization.'

  'Do not expect me to be explicit, Senora Jimenez,' said the voice. 'The Inspector Jefe has a personal interest in all criminal activity, even if it is for the general good.'

  'I don't know what to think any more.'

  'We're going to hang up now,' said Falcon. 'We need some time to make a decision.'

  'Promise me one thing, Inspector Jefe,' said the voice, 'that you will delay, in any way you can, your negotiations with Senor Donstov. If you are unsure of our capabilities in this matter, please come back to us so that we can take the opportunity to convince you.'

  'One last thing,' said Consuelo. 'What do you want out of this?'

  'A small reward,' said the voice, and cut the line.

  Falcon leaned back in his chair. Consuelo stared into the desk.

  'You did a brilliant job,' said Falcon.

  'I don't know what to think any more,' said Consuelo, repeating herself, trying to force some logic past a gigantic emotional obstacle.

  'Think about the two parties you've spoken to,' said Falcon. 'How do you feel about them?'

  'At least these people didn't threaten me or threaten to harm Dario, but then again, they're not holding him. Maybe they'd be more unpleasant if they were,' said Consuelo.

  'What did you think when they asked you to hold and started talking about getting permission from a higher authority?'

  'They were discussing a change of approach,' said Consuelo. 'Initially they were going to play a game with us: pretending they had Dario, but when I asked for the simple proof they realized the hopelessness of their gambit. They are being persuasively reasonable because they are weak. We have access – or rather, you have access – to what they want, but they can't give us what we want. So they make us believe that we are dealing with a monster and offer to intervene and be strong on our behalf. The only problem for me is -'

  'What they're planning to do.'

  'By the sound of it, they're going to kill Yuri Donstov. He's muscling in on their territory, breaking all their codes of conduct and they will use guns and, I don't know, rocket-propelled grenades to take him out.'

  'I'm beginning to think that Lukyanov was very important to Donstov's organization,' said Falcon. 'The voice told us that Donstov's operation will "soon cease to exist", which probably means that Donstov's supply lines of heroin will be cut, or already have been.'

  'That is if we believe everything the voice tells us,' said Consuelo.

  'Lukyanov, with the eight million euros, was bringing cash flow to the game and his expertise in prostitution. And, because we're talking about girls rather than heroin, the supply can come from anywhere.'

  'Then there are the disks that Lukyanov was supposed to deliver,' said Consuelo. 'But you don't know what they're planning to muscle in on.'

  'One of the guys on the disks is a civil engineer who heads up the construction arm of Horizonte,' said Falcon. 'I also know that one of these Russian groups has their claws dug into the mayor's office and that a crucial meeting will take place in Seville very soon, probably between the I4IT/Horizonte consortium and the mayor and other relevant departments.'

  'Is time becoming an important factor for them?'

  'The meeting is due to take place within the next twenty-four hours.'

  'Businessmen consorting with prostitutes? Is that such a terrible thing these days?' asked Consuelo, shrugging. 'Raul went whoring. Some of the people I do business with, especially in property and construction, take cocaine, go to orgies. We're not mired in Catholicism any more.'

  'But I4IT is an American corporation, owned by two reformed addicts who are born-again Christians. They'll take you in as a sinner, but you have to reform. They would not tolerate the sort of behaviour you're talking about by any executives in any of their companies. Those guys would be out of a job that probably pays more than a million euros a year and puts them in a position to make double that in the black economy.'

  'In that case, the one thing the voice was not quite straight about,' said Consuelo, 'was the disks. They are very important to Leonid Revnik.'

  'A further admission of weakness would not have looked good,' said Falcon. 'They'd be saying we don't have the boy and we're desperate for what you've got.'

  'Would you give them the disks, Javier?' asked Consuelo, that question burning inside her, too hot for her not to let it out.

  'Dario is my responsibility…'

  'Have you noticed that?' said Consuelo, cutting in, suddenly unable to bear hearing his response. 'Neither of the Russian groups has mentioned the original reason for abducting Dario, which was to get you to stop your investigations into the Seville bombing.'

  'They've effectively done that by killing my best witness, Marisa Moreno,' said Falcon. 'And the voice did offer me the men who planted the bomb. He certainly knows what I want.'

  They lapsed into silence, looking at each other. Too much going on in their heads. Falcon checked the time. Ten minutes past midnight. Nearly two hours since the email was sent from Donstov.

  'You have to talk to the other side,' he said. 'Play for time.'

  Consuelo looked suddenly exhausted. The years piled into her face. The muscles in her jaw tensed. She reached for the phone, this call more difficult now that she knew for certain they were holding Dario. She gritted her teeth and dialled the number.

  'You know, Javier, don't you, that if anything happened to Dario, I wouldn't be able to live with it. Even after all Alicia's work, he still means too much to me. He's not just Dario, my baby, he's the two I lost as well. I think it might be the end of me… This is Consuelo Jimenez,' she said into the phone, 'and I'd like to speak to my son.'

  'You've taken your time.'

  'There've been complications.'

  'All right, tell me your complications, Senora Jimenez, but don't let them be from the Inspector Jefe. He
is the whole reason behind this. If he hadn't stuck his nose into our business, none of this would have happened.'

  'The first is the money,' said Consuelo, hunched over the desk, her whole body tensed against the simmering violence coming down the line. 'The money has already been transferred from the Jefatura to the Banco de Bilbao. The Inspector Jefe has no authority over it. Only his commanding officer can get that money out.'

  'That is very simple… not complicated at all,' said the voice, and Consuelo's shoulders relaxed a notch. 'You will raise the money yourself, Senora Jimenez.'

  Silence.

  'Do you seriously think I can lay my hands on eight million euros in the space of…?'

  'Eight million two hundred thousand euros, Senora Jimenez,' said the voice. 'That shouldn't be a problem. I know two of your restaurants here in Seville are leased, but the other two you own outright. There's been a property boom. Those two buildings are easily worth three million euros now, so there's only a further five million to raise. Be creative. We know you're good at that.'

  'I can't -'

  'You can, Senora Jimenez. Eight million two hundred thousand for your child's safe return. I really don't think that's too much to ask.'

  Consuelo blinked. This was not going according to plan. Her left hand started to tremble.

  'It will take time,' she said.

  'We're in no hurry. We can afford to keep your son alive for a week,' said the voice. 'Your friend, though, the Inspector Jefe, he will have to bring us the disks today. Yes, today. It is today already. He will bring us the original disks by midday today as a demonstration of good will.'

  'The original disks? Why do you need the originals? Why not copies?'

  'Because we want the originals,' said the voice. 'All understood. No more complications.'

  'There is one more complication,' said Consuelo, dredging for all reserves of strength. 'I need proof that you are holding my son.'

  'Proof!'