`Roscoe was right,’ I agreed. `And everything
you just said is right. The menorah shape is right. Margrave is the centre. It’s a traffic flow. We only got one little detail wrong.’
`What detail?’ he said.
`We got the direction wrong,’ I said. `We got it ass-backward. The flow goes exactly the opposite direction. Same shape, but it’s flowing down here, not out of here.’
He nodded. He saw it.
`So they’re not loading up here,’ he said. `They’re unloading here. They’re not dispersing a stockpile. They’re building up a stockpile. Right here in Margrave. But a stockpile of what? You’re certain they’re not printing money somewhere and bringing it down here?’
I shook my head.
`Doesn’t make any sense,’ I said. `Molly said there’s no printing going on in the States. Joe stopped it.’
`So what are they bringing down here?’ he said.
`We need to figure that out,’ I said. `But we know it adds up to about a ton a week. And we know it fits into air conditioner boxes.’
`We do?’ Finlay said.
`That’s what changed last year,’ I said. `Before last September, they were smuggling it out of the country. That’s what Sherman Stoller was doing. The air conditioner runs weren’t a decoy operation. They were the actual operation itself. They were exporting something boxed up in air conditioner cartons. Sherman Stoller was driving them down to Florida every day to meet a boat. That’s why he got so uptight when he was flagged down for speeding. That’s why the fancy lawyer came running over. Not because he was on his way to load up. Because he was on his way to unload.
He had the Jacksonville police sniffing around a full load for fifty-five minutes.’
`But a full load of what?’ Finlay said.
`I don’t know,’ I said. `The cops didn’t think to look. They saw a load of sealed-up air conditioner cartons, brand-new, serial numbers and everything, and they just assumed it was kosher. The air conditioner cartons were damn good cover. Very plausible product to be hauling south. Nobody would be suspicious of brand-new air conditioners heading south, right?’
`But they stopped a year ago?’ he said.
`Correct,’ I said. `They knew the Coast Guard thing was coming, so they got as much out as they could ahead of time. Remember the double runs in Gray’s notes? Then they stopped altogether, a year ago. Because they felt just as vulnerable smuggling outward past the Coast Guard as we figured they’d feel smuggling inward.’
Finlay nodded. Looked displeased with himself. `We missed that,’ he said.
`We missed a lot of things,’ I said. `They fired Sherman Stoller because they didn’t need him any more. They decided just to sit on the stuff and wait for the Coast Guard thing to stop. That’s why they’re vulnerable right now. That’s why they’re panicking, Finlay. It’s not the last remains of a stockpile they’ve got in there until Sunday. It’s the whole damn thing.’
Finlay stood guard at the office door. I sat at the rosewood desk and called Columbia University in New York. The number reached the modern history department. The early part of the call was very easy. I got a helpful woman in their administrative office. I asked if they had a professor with
the initials K.K. Straight away she identified a guy called Kelvin Kelstein. Been there many years. Sounded like he was a very eminent type of a guy. Then the call got very difficult. I asked if he would come to the phone. The woman said no he wouldn’t. He was very busy and could not be disturbed again.
`Again?’ I said. `Who’s been disturbing him already?’
`Two detectives from Atlanta, Georgia,’ she said.
When was this?’ I asked her.
`This morning,’ she said. `They came in here asking for him and they wouldn’t take no for an answer.’
`Can you describe these two men to me?’ I asked her.
There was a pause as she tried to remember.
`They were Hispanic,’ she said. `I don’t recall any details. The one who did the talking was very neat, very polite. Unremarkable, really, I’m afraid.’
`Have they met with him yet?’ I asked her.