Chapter 40

Spotting the wood basket, he said, “Are we gonna have a fire?”

“You bet.”

“Cool,” he said.

“Robbie,” one of his helpers said, “where does the tree go?”

“We always put it over there in the corner between the fireplace and the door,” Robbie said.

“Right you are.”

New York, NY22 December 2010

The Broker

THE INFORMATION BROKER listened to his subordinate’s end of the telephone conversation in stunned disbelief. When the call ended, he stated the obvious. “They got away?”

“Dug a hole in a rotten bathroom floor and disappeared.”

“Barefoot, in their underwear, in December?” the broker said.

“Yeah, and it’s been snowing down there.”

“Then they’re probably dead of exposure,” the broker said.

“What should our little friend tell them, boss? He’s waiting for me to call back.”

“He needs to tell them to get their asses in gear and search,” the broker said.

“And if they don’t find them?”

“In that case, they torch the cabin and destroy the evidence,” the broker said.