Coming into PortEverglades, Cattaneo made a call, which was picked up instantly. He said one word, “Eleven,” and clicked off. At the dock, they spent a half hour tying up and cleaning up the boat, bagging trash. Cattaneo told them to leave the trash on board, “I’m going to need it later.”
As they were about done, a tall, heavyset man came walkingdown the dock under the overhead lights. Cattaneo looked up, surprised, and said, “Hey, man.”
The tall man looked at Virgil and said, “You must be Willy.”
Virgil nodded and said, “Yup.” He recognized Behan from surveillance photos.
He asked, “You get your peas yet?”
Virgil held up the pea package full of cash and said, “Right here.”
The man handed him an envelope. “No way we thought you’d get eleven, so the pea package is a little short. This is the rest of it. Another forty grand; a bit more than that, actually.”
Virgil took the money then passed it all to Rae, who said to the tall man, “You are a class act. We thank you a whole fuckin’ lot.”
“There’s much more where that came from,” the tall man said. “If this works out as well as we think it should, you might have a permanent gig down here.”
CHAPTER
TWENTY-ONE
Virgil had twophones, the iPhone Zero that Cattaneo had seen in the deli, and his real phone, which he’d left in the apartment, taped under the refrigerator. He retrieved it as soon as they were back, went in the bathroom with Rae, shut the door, put the phone on speaker and called Lucas.
“Brought up eleven. We were told they were about ten kilos each, so that’s what? More than three million, I think. It was still on the boat when we left and it looked like everybody was taking off. Like they were planning to keep it on the boat until they were sure they could move it.”
“We saw you all leave and nobody’s been back to the boat,” Lucas said. “We’ve got a couple of FBI agents in an apartment across the waterway from the boat, they’ll be watching twenty-four-seven until they move the shit, and then we’ll track it.”
“Word gets around a condo, you know, if they’ve got somebody in there,” Rae said.
“Female agents. They’ve got actual jobs in a restaurant on Collins Avenue, different shifts.”
“That’s good, but listen,” Rae said. “Cattaneo let slip that therewas somebody watching the boat from a parking lot across the water. I hope they didn’t see you guys when you were over there.”
“Ah, boy! We didn’t see anybody. I’ll warn our people, see if we can spot the guy. Nobody said anything to you?”
“No, but it’s something to worry about,” Virgil said. “The guy who came down to the boat was Behan. You see that?”
“Yes. We thought it was him,” Lucas said. “That’s good. That’s confident. No way Behan would have showed up if they’d spotted us watching.”
“All right,” Rae said. “By the way, we’re going to spend some of this money in case they’re watching us full-time.”
“Go ahead, spend it all if you want. Andres and I are in the back of the Pathfinder, a block or so away. About the time you were dropped off, a Jeep pulled over and nobody got out. It’s just sitting there. So... we don’t know if it’s a problem, but it could be.”
“Won’t be going out tomorrow,” Virgil said. “The cold front’s already in Palm Beach, it’s going to be rough out there for the next two or three days. They don’t want to lose their most valuable employee.”
“Okay. Listen, we want to get together tomorrow, if we can,” Lucas said. “I’ll figure out a spot to meet, probably at a motel somewhere. We’re going to put an FBI countersurveillance team on you tomorrow morning, whatever’s a good starting time. Ten o’clock?”
“That’d be okay,” Virgil said.
“When we’re sure nobody’s following you, I’ll call with an address for the meet. Figure out somewhere to go where we could spot anyone on your back.”
Rae: “I told them I wanted to buy some shoes and so on. I’m thinking we head down to the Bal Harbour Shops. It’s like north of Miami Beach.”
“That should be fine,” Lucas said. “Give us some time to spot them, if they’re out there. Watch this Jeep, though. Red Jeep, across the street, halfway down the block.”
When they rangoff, Virgil said, “Let’s get cleaned up and head down to Ouroboros. Spend some money.”
“Soon as I get the salt off me. You want tough ghetto chick or cheap slut?”
