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âThat spiel will work on Frank. Itâll work on Fabian. It might even work on Hugo. Between the three of them theyâve kept you in this position long after any board member with common sense wouldâve thrown you out on the sidewalk. I donât know what youâve done, but theyâre wrapped around your finger.â He took a breath, and if John Rhames needed to pause to compose himself, then it was deadly serious. âJack Sundström wasnât wrapped around your finger.â
âYou shut your mouth,â Heidi said. âI respected that man.â
âNo you didnât. You donât respect anyone who impedes your progress, even if itâs for the right reasons, which is why youâre hiding the fact the engineering and chemistry departments are swimming around in the dark. No one has a clue of the bigger picture and thatâs deliberate. Jack caught a glimpse of it. And now Jackâs gone.â
Something shifted in the office.
Heidi would never, as long as she lived, let anyone into her head. The computations she made were for her alone. An observer might wonder what caused her shift in body language, but sheâd never share. In truth, all sheâd done was look at her options, see a path through the wilderness, and take it.
John wasnât going away, and deflection was no longer an option.
Heidi leant forward and looked into his eyes and said, âYes. Jack is gone.â
Shock flared behind his eyes. John Rhames had decades of experience on the boards of many different start-ups, including a couple of unicorns, but now he was playing with the big dogs, and he couldnât hide his surprise. âAre you sayingâ?â
âYes,â she interrupted. âYou know what Iâm saying. I need to know this is really the way you want to go.â
He bristled, his gaze arctic, but he didnât answer.
She inched further forward, staring with those huge eyes she knew she had and knew how to use.
He didnât say anything, and his expression remained steely, but he leant back in his chair maybe an inch. Almost unnoticeable, but these things matter more than words.
She said, âYou could push this. You could go public with your theory, or you could even go straight to the police. If itâs the latter, Iâll know about it before Iâm in cuffs. Iâll have a window of opportunity.â
She could see the disbelief in his eyes. Thereâs no way sheâs saying this. She canât possibly be saying this.
She said, âOr you could excuse yourself from the board. Send a resignation letter. Itâd be understandable. Youâd have your reasons. I have no problem with you voicing your concerns about the way Iâm running things. But if you make anyâŠmore serious allegationsâŠâ
She shook her head, wagged a finger.
âWhat would you do? Specifically.â
She hesitated. Then realised she couldnât hesitate. Pushed forward. âTake your phone out of your pocket, unlock it, and put it on the desk.â
âGo fuck yourself.â
âI get it. Youâre recording this. You want my admission.â
More shock in his eyes.
She said, âI donât care if you get this next part on audio because this is only going to go one of two ways. I had Jack Sundström beaten to death by a professional fighter. If you leave this office with that recording Iâll have you taken before you make it out of the building. Iâll have the same done to you, only Iâll make them take longer. Theyâll do it. With what Iâm paying them, theyâll do anything I ask. Itâs all a matter of price.â
He said, âYouâre screwed now.â
He took his phone out of his pocket and showed the screen to her. It was already unlocked, a microphone symbol displayed, the voice memo app open and recording.
But he didnât get up and leave.
He was staring at her.
Calculating risk.
She said, âLook into my eyes and ask yourself if Iâm lying.â
He did.
He handed her the phone.
She ended the recording, deleted it from existence, then tapped a few buttons and reset the phone to factory settings, just to be sure, wiping all Johnâs data. It started rebooting as she handed it back to him.
He got to his feet and mumbled, âIâll tender my resignation by this evening,â and tucked the phone back in his pocket.
She said, âGood.â
But she saw that it wasnât good. As soon as he left the building heâd get brave. Heâd start to believe he could get away with whatever he wanted, now that he was free from her spell. Heâd have to be handled, and it infuriated her.
She watched him walk out.
When she was alone the darkness started to creep in. The voice in her head got a little louder, the one telling her it was all going to hell regardless of how hard she fought.
Time to fight harder, then.
She pulled one of her burner phones out of the desk drawer, dialled a number, and said, âAre you tailing her like I asked?â
A voice said, âDa.â
âTwo hundred k for her body if you get it done within the next thirty minutes. And tell the other team to move on the real Mary. Same price.â
A pause. âLadno.â
Russian for âokay,â with uncertainty.
Good enough for me, she thought.
She hung up, sat back, and rippled with fury.
The trainâs brakes had failed and it was picking up speed.
32
Driving back north out of Hunters Point, Slater hunched closer to the phone. âWhere are you?â
Alexisâ voice was measured, tinny from speakerphone. âSouth of Palo Alto. Driving into the hills. Just passed a country club. Maps says Iâm about to hit Boronda Lake. I can go into Foothills Park and lose them on the trails.â
âLose who?â
âTwo SUVs thatâve been following me since I left the building.â
âChrist.â He paused, looked at King, who wordlessly shrugged. âSo Heidiâs taken the gloves off?â
âSeems that way.â
An uneasy silence.
Slater said, âWhat?â
She said, âI snuck Mary out the back of her building this morning, told her to go check into a motel under a false name and not to leave the room for anything.â
âAnd?â
âI
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