“I thought not,” W continued. “I will waste no resources on Hallene as she is your problem. Have I made myself clear, Mr. Kovac?”
“Yes.”
“Will there be any delay in handling this?”
“No.” Kovac had an insurance card he called Crusher who cost a buttload of money, but at this moment that insurance would be worth every penny.
The call ended.
Kovac pulled a phone out of his coat pocket. One with no navigational ability or apps. This was used only for Crusher, the one person he called for special jobs and who would be his personal bodyguard when the time came for Kovac to disappear.
Crusher answered on the second ring. “Yes.”
Kovac explained his possible crisis.
“Can we track her?” Crusher had a mild voice for a man who could pass for a tall businessman or banker when suited up.
“I’ve tried. The phone listed for her has not left her London flat, but I know she was just in South America.”
“Why?”
Kovac paused at that question. How had Hallene figured out about W’s operation in South America? W had been communicating with Kovac via another mobile phone routed through Kovac’s computer.
He had firewalls that no one should be able to breach.
Answering Crusher, Kovac said, “I think she might have lifted an electronic communication between myself and a client.”
Crusher would understand it was not one of Kovac’s legitimate shipping clients. “That’s how we’ll track her. Call me when you are atthatelectronic device. I’ll tell you what to do.”
Ha! Relief loosened the tight muscles in Kovac’s neck. His man would deal with that annoying bitch.
As soon as Kovac cashed in on this last deal, it would be time to leave. He’d been dissolving investments to acquire enough to disappear comfortably. That W knew of his actions should worry him, but Kovac was safe so long as he did his part in W’s secret plan. Kovac just had to work out how to fake his own death. Crusher could probably set that up.
Phoebe would inherit Kovac’s money because her mother would be dead by then.
He’d blackmail Phoebe with his information of her having played a role in whatever W was doing. Kovac had no doubt he’d see it all on the news.
He straightened his tie and headed back to finish his meal. Then he’d return to his office where the building would be empty short of the night staff.
He’d call Crusher and get Hallene out of his hair.
Forever.
