“Does Sullivan know?”
“I told him before I sent him out.”
“Good. I’m issuing a BOLO. Are you wrapping things up?”
“Yes, sir. Karl lit a fire under Grady’s ass and took him to the ER. Thanks for that, by the way.”
“Just looking out for my men…and my own ass.” He heard Goodfellow chuckling as he returned the receiver to its cradle.
“Mr. Finch?” asked Ramsey when the advisor answered his phone. “It’s Ramsey Masters.”
“Afternoon, Ramsey. I wasn’t sure if you’d call back today. Have you made a decision?”
“I have.”
“All right. I need to get to my desk. Just a minute.” His voice was momentarily muffled. “Jenny, let go of my leg. Grampa has to work. I promise I’ll play princess and frog with you afterward.”
Ramsey smiled. Jay did not.
“Sorry about that,” Finch said when he was settled at his desk. “You have my full attention.”
“First, I have to know if you’re the frog or the princess,” said Ramsey.
He laughed. “Right now, I’m the frog. It changes, depending on her mood.” He paused a beat, then asked, “Ramsey, am I on speaker?”
“Yes, is that all right? I’m putting things away in the kitchen. Can you hear me?”
“I can. I’m cautious about being on speaker when the call is supposed to be confidential. Of course, that’s on my end.”
Ramsey did not respond to that. She said, “I have the routing and account numbers for you.” She found her notes app, memorized the numbers, and returned to the call. Closing her eyes, she gave Finch the routing numbers first and then the account. When she was done, she had him read it back to her. At the same time, Jay was checking his phone to make sure it was right.
Finch was silent after repeating the information.
“Is everything all right, Mr. Finch?”
“Um, yes. Yes.”
Jay mouthed a question. She repeated it to Finch. “When will the money be available for withdrawal?”
“How soon are you flying to the Caymans?”
Ramsey’s lifted her eyes from the phone to Jay and narrowed them accusingly. “Thank you. That’s all I needed. Go play with your granddaughter. Enjoy that.”
“Ramsey, I—”
She ended the call. “Bastard,” she said. “I was right about you. Youareleaving.”
“Easy there, Liz. Give me some credit for trying to protect you. I told you what I thought you could handle. Just what you needed to know. I gave you an alibi if you need one. I don’t see why you will. This is between you and me. It is, isn’t it?”
Ramsey merely continued to stare at him.
“You’ve made a decent life for yourself. Not what I would do if I had your means, but then you always did have pedestrian tastes. It was charming in the beginning. Later on, not so much. I need you to say it, Liz. This stays between you and me.”
“Whatever you want, Jay.”
“It’s really about what you want. The anonymity. Your silence guarantees my silence. That’s how it works.”
“I understand,” she said quietly.
