MacDonald, John D – Travis McGee 18 – The Green Ripper

“Because you are helplessly in love with me.”

That got a hoot of laughter, her great bawdy laugh of derision. “You know, dearest McGeeee, I would feel a great deal better if [d been able to pin you down about really helping us.”

‘if don’t think I could do any good.”

“Utter nonsense! You could do it easily, probe bly. It was my money, you know, not Sir Charles’s. From my Uncle Memman. His people made it in the War of the Roses, or some bloody thing like that, seeing slop to both sides, I imagine. After death duties, not very much came down to me, as you can imagine. But it was comforting. You would know. You wake in the night and think of something that you might want, and you know you can buy it. It was truly a magnificent necklace. For forty thousand pounds, it had to be. And somehow,

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The ~ m”- – between appraisals, that wretched little animal switched it on us and now pretends to know nothing about it, and there is nothing we can do. Should you get it back for we, dear heart, we shalt auction it at Christie’s and give you half the gavel price. Your customary arrangement, isn’t it?”

“When I work, * is. I work when I need money. Otherwise I am retired. Like now.”

‘aria! Living off my involuntary generosity? Last night the only possible roll to escape a double gammon was that incredible six four you rolled. Dear, I am really terribly serious about the necklace. Would you try? For me? For jolly old Viv?”

“Why not? 111 need the one he substituted, probably. 1~11 try to work something out.”

“Bless you!”

And the great warm tide of her pleasure and her gratitude took us down into the cool humming, buzzing grotto of the Odalisque below decks, into the deep bunk leaving behind us on the carpeting a hasty trail of bikini top, swim truffle, and bikini bottom where, with the accompaniment of her giggles and sighs and little instructional signals, we played our favorite game of winding up that lmcurious engine of a body of hers to such an aching pitch that a single Might touch, carefully planned, pushed her over the edge. After that, as always, she went into lazy yawning, smiles, a gentle kiss, and her deep deep sleep.

I picked up the discarded clothing, put -on my trunks, and quietly fixed an oversized old-fashioned glass full of ice and Boodles. Sipping size. I went topside to the By bridge, lounged on the padded bench in the fading heat of the late afternoon sun.

I remembered how it had been when I had come back home to Bahia Mar, to The Busted Flush, in mid-February, after the teams of skilled interrogators had pulled every last scrap of information, no matter how trivial or unrelated, out of the stubborn tangle in the back of my mind. It took me a week to tell Meyer all of it, at my own pace, quitting whenever I came up against something that needed more thought before I could talk about it willingly.

Meyer had been patient and understanding and, best of all, willing to believe what I still considered unbelievable.

“Travis, did you get any clue at all about whether they can stop the other teams?”

‘] saw Max and Jake one more time, a few days before they let me come home. They let me ask some questions. They didn’t answer a lot of them. They’d acted quickly enough to terminate a few of the training centers, but the rest of them moved out in time. At best it will push the target date further into the future. Maybe it will begin to happen a year from now.”

‘~What about that Brussels thing?”

“A dead end. It was probably going to be one of their restaging areas, for retraining and re-equipping the survivors of the early strikes.”

The Green Ripper

“And Gretel had the bad luck to see Titus. That was why they… did away with her?”

“He was the link between the Church of the Apocrypha and the terrorist arm. They had a fat file on him, but not as an important wheel in the Church. Now the Church has gone underground. That cripples the financing. They probably over- reacted. If they had just given up the land purchase, forfeited the payment, it would have been enough What could Gretel have done, other than tell Ladwigg she had recognized his visitor? Overkill. Paranoia. Maybe just an urge to test a new deadly toy.” o did kill her?”

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