While Hannibal spoke, Anita pulled the case onto her lap and opened it. Her mouth worked for a moment without letting out a sound, and she began to softly cry.
“I think she is satisfied,” Henry said. Then to Anita, “Whatever will you do with all that money, my dear?”
“I’ll need some help with that,” Anita said. “Can you?”
“I’m prepared to offer whatever assistance you may require, Anita,” Henry said, kneeling beside the chair, “for the rest of your life if I may.”
“That sounded suspiciously like a proposal,” Sarge said from across the room.
“Well if it was,” Anita said, “It is certainly welcome.” Henry’s face reflected surprise as well as joy, and then their smiles merged into one. Blair stood up, his own smile beaming as well.
“It sounds to me as if we have a big and beautiful ceremony to plan.”
Cindy and Marquita rushed across the floor to congratulate Anita, with Sarge bringing up the rear, shaking Henry’s hand and slapping him on the back. Hannibal moved around the circle, waiting his turn. As he edged closer, Blair playfully slapped his arm to get his attention. When Hannibal looked up, Blair snapped his head to motion toward the kitchen. While the others celebrated, the two men slipped into the next room. Blair walked to the far end of the kitchen. Hannibal followed. When Blair opened his mouth with a question, Hannibal raised a hand to stop him.
“Let’s cut to the chase,” he said. “You wanted the formula for your own pharmaceutical concern.”
“We could do a lot of good,” Blair said.
“And make a lot of money, but the decision was taken out of your hands,” Hannibal said in a cold voice. “You don’t get it. No one does. It could mean Anita’s life.”
Blair nodded, maintaining his easy smile. “I trust you to have done the right thing. But at some point, do I get the whole story?”
Hannibal nodded. With all his other traits, he should have known Blair would be a graceful loser. “Not today but, yes, I owe you that. Leave it alone for now, and tomorrow in your office I’ll give you chapter and verse.” Hannibal offered a hand, and Blair took it in a firm handshake.
“Thank you. It isn’t the outcome I hoped for, but my receiving the formula was never a condition of the case. You may not have returned Anita’s property, but you saved her. I’ve never seen her looking so free.”
“A few hundred thou will do that for some people,” Hannibal said.
“No, knowing that her personal demon has been slain has done that for her,” Blair said. “Getting the riches she could have expected for the mystery formula, well, that’s a bonus.”
“You really do care about her.” At Hannibal’s statement Blair shrugged and for the first time a little embarrassment showed on his boyish face.
When Hannibal left the kitchen he found Sarge and Marquita in the foyer locked in an embrace. After one false start he decided to just head for the door. Sarge broke from the kiss just as Hannibal was about to pass them.
“Hey buddy, I got to thank you for introducing me to this fine lady,”
“Well, you’re welcome,” Hannibal said, reaching for the doorknob.
“Anita’s good fortune gave us a great idea,” Marquita said. “But I think that Archie said we could never have a ceremony unless you agreed to be the best man.”
Hannibal’s jaw dropped. It was an epidemic. “Well, of course I’d be honored.” Sarge grabbed his hand and almost crushed it in a powerful shake, then returned to Marquita for yet another kiss. Hannibal looked around, feeling a bit awkward.
“Cindy?”
“Outside,” Sarge said.
Hannibal turned back to the door and pulled it open. As he stepped out he heard Sarge behind him say, “Only one shoe left to drop.”
Cindy stood at the bottom of the steps, staring at his new car. Her hair was shaped that day so that it curled down to her shoulders like ram’s horns. The skirt of her fawn suit almost reached her knees, and her matching pumps were just high enough to accent her shapely legs. He felt the hollow of his stomach begin to cave in. He reached into his pocket and gripped the ring for strength.
“Alone at last,” he said, reaching her side. Cindy smiled at him, and then turned back to the Volvo. To his surprise he saw a look of confusion and maybe disappointment on Cindy’s face.
“What?”
“Nothing, lover.”
“No,” he said, still smiling. “It’s something. What?”
“The car,” Cindy said. “We talked about you getting something different. I thought maybe you were ready for a change. You could have gotten anything, but here you are in another four door Volvo. Same same same.”
Startled, Hannibal pointed to the car with both hands, as if trying to get her to see what was so obvious to him. “Cindy. It’s BLACK.”
“Whatever,” she replied. Then her smile returned full force. God, he loved her when she smiled like that. He tried to dive into the empty moment, but they both spoke at once.
“I’ve got something I’ve got to…” It was a romantic comedy moment they both recognized, and they collapsed into laughter.
“What?” Cindy asked, gasping for breath.
“No no, you first.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, go ahead,” Hannibal said.
Cindy balled her hands into fists and she suddenly seemed to be vibrating in anticipation. It all spilled out at once, in a voice of pure joy.
“Oh, God Hannibal, I didn’t want to steal your thunder in there, but I have had the most amazing forty-eight hours. The IPO offering has gone through the roof! So much better than anyone could have ever expected! We actually exceeded the twenty-five million we needed to raise by a solid margin. I am now the star of the firm.”
“That’s wonderful baby,” Hannibal said, wondering in silence how his proposal would compare to this success.
“And that’s not all!” Cindy grabbed both of Hannibal’s hands, shaking him and actually bouncing up and down like a kid at Christmas time. Her eyes flew wide and her hair bounced on her shoulders. “My stock options just went crazy! Hannibal, as of today at noon I was actually worth something like seven million dollars! Oh my God it’s like a drug. I swear, money is like a drug and I am as high as they get. Do you get it? I can have anything I want, baby. Whatever I think of, I can get it with a snap of my fingers.”
Hannibal kept the smile frozen on his face, but thanked the Lord for the dark glasses shielding his eyes. She was right. She could get anything she could think of, all by herself. That being true, what could she possibly need him for?
Cindy must have noticed his reserve, because her breathing slowed a bit, her smile backing down just a notch.
“I’m sorry. That was kind of selfish, or at least self-oriented, wasn’t it?”
“But well deserved,” Hannibal said. “I’m so proud of you, baby. You really are the best. So far above…” he left that sentence unfinished.
“So, what was your news? What did you want to tell me?”
Hannibal looked into Cindy’s eyes, but he thought about Anita and how her butler boyfriend did not react to a briefcase full of money. Of course, it contained just a sliver of Cindy’s new fortune, and they had started almost even. Anita needed Henry to help her understand how her life would change now. She needed his guidance, his knowledge of how to handle her windfall. They would chart their new course together.
He thought of Sarge, now forming a relationship with a woman of independent means. But Marquita had a long way to go to find her former self. She needed him emotionally and, well, didn’t everyone need to be needed?
He tried to imagine life with a wealthy, star attorney. He tried to picture himself taking her to a restaurant, or to a show, or driving her to an important social event. He tried to visualize their lives, in the evening, in her new home that she would pick out and have professionally decorated. The heiress and the detective. Nick and Nora Charles, he supposed, but it looked different from the insi
de.
He pulled his hand out of his pocket. Empty.
“Nothing, baby. It was nothing.”
Author’s Bio
Austin S. Camacho is a public affairs specialist for the Department of Defense. America’s military people overseas know him because for more than a decade his radio and television news reports were transmitted to them daily on the American Forces Network.
He was born in New York City but grew up in Saratoga Springs, New York. He majored in psychology at Union College in Schenectady, New York. Dwindling finances and escalating costs brought his college days to an end after three years. He enlisted in the Army as a weapons repairman but soon moved into a more appropriate field. The Army trained him to be a broadcast journalist. Disc jockey time alternated with news writing, video camera and editing work, public affairs assignments and news anchor duties.
During his years as a soldier, Austin lived in Missouri, California, Maryland, Georgia and Belgium. While enlisted he finished his Bachelor’s Degree at night and started his Master’s, and rose to the rank of Sergeant First Class. In his spare time, he began writing adventure and mystery novels set in some of the exotic places he’d visited.
After leaving the Army he continued to write military news for the Defense Department as a civilian. Today he handles media relations and writes articles for the DoD’s Deployment Health Support Directorate. He has settled in northern Virginia with his wife Denise.
Austin is a voracious reader of just about any kind of nonfiction, plus mysteries, adventures and thrillers. When he isn’t working or reading, he’s writing.
Website: www.ascamacho.com
Email: [email protected]
Other Hannibal Jones Mysteries by Austin S. Camacho
Blood and Bone
An eighteen-year-old boy lies dying of leukemia. Kyle’s only hope is a bone marrow transplant, but no one in his family can supply it. His last chance lies in finding his father, who disappeared before he was born. Kyle’s family has nowhere to turn until they learn of a certain troubleshooter - that self-styled knight errant in dark glasses, Hannibal Jones. But his search for the missing man turns up much more: A woman who might be Kyle’s illegitimate sister, the woman who could be her mother, and a man who may have killed Kyle’s father. Hannibal follows a twisting path of deception, conspiracy and greed, from Washington to Mexico, but with each step the danger grows.
Collateral Damage
Bea Collins is certain her fiancee wouldn’t just leave without telling her. Troubleshooter Hannibal Jones is skeptical until the missing fiancee turns up dazed, confused and holding a knife over a dead body. To find this killer Hannibal will travel to Germany, Vegas and through Dean’s past, which includes the murder of Dean’s father, his first childhood crush and brings Hannibal face to face with Dean’s convicted mother.
The Troubleshooter
A Washington attorney buys an apartment building in the heart of the city, but then he finds the building occupied by squatters: drug dealers, winos, and professional criminals intent on staying. Police are unable to empty the building for use by paying residents. No one seems willing or able to take on this challenge until the lawyer meets an intense young man named Hannibal Jones. He calls himself a troubleshooter, but he finds more trouble in Southeast Washington than he expected. The people holding crack pipes are backed up by people holding guns, and Hannibal soon finds himself up against a local crime boss and his powerful, mob connected father.
Also by Austin S. Camacho
The NEW
Stark and O’Brien Action/Adventure series
MEET MORGAN STARK and FELICITY O’BRIEN
Morgan Stark, a black mercenary soldier, is stranded in the Central American nation of Belize after a raid goes wrong.
Felicity O’Brian, an Irish jewel thief, is stranded in the jungle south of Mexico after doing a job for an American client.
When these two meet, they learn they’ve been double-crossed by the same man: Adrian Seagrave, a ruthless businessman maintaining his respectability by having others do his dirty work.
Morgan and Felicity become friends and partners while following their common enemy’s trail. They become even closer when they find they share a peculiar psychic link, allowing them to sense danger approaching themselves, or each other.
But their extrasensory abilities and fighting skills are tested to their limits against Seagrave’s soldiers-for-hire and Monk, his giant simian bodyguard. A series of battles from California to New York lead to a final confrontation with Seagrave’s army of hired killers in a skyscraper engulfed by flames.
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