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Authors: Andy McDermott

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The extra weight threw the Cessna out of control. It yawed sideways as the boat pulled it back down.
Eddie hit the waves again, this time managing to stay upright and holding his legs out straight in front of him to use his feet as impromptu waterskis. Each crest pummelled him as he was pulled along.
He saw the Coast Guard cutter looming ahead. The Cessna levelled, then regained height. The rope tightened. In another second, he too would be airborne—
He let go.
Arms windmilling, Eddie skied along the water for over a hundred feet, finally losing his balance and falling over. He skipped like a stone, bouncing once, twice, before hitting the cutter’s side with a
thunk
.
Above, de Quesada had been forced to roll the Cessna almost on its side to avoid a crash, shooting between the cutter’s elevated bridge and radar mast with less than a foot of clearance. He straightened with an exultant whoop, turning the plane towards Panamanian airspace—
The speedboat, still bounding along at the end of the rope, collided with the cutter.
The Coast Guard boat rolled with the impact – but the plane fared worse. The float was ripped away – along with a chunk of the wing at the top of the support brace and a large section of the fuselage floor.
De Quesada screamed as he suddenly found himself with nothing but open air beneath his feet. The yoke went slack, control cables severed. The ailerons drooped, sending the crippled aircraft inexorably towards the glittering water—
It smashed into the sea at over eighty knots. The impact crushed the damaged fuselage like a beer can, impaling de Quesada on the control yoke. Fuel lines ruptured, avgas gushing over hot metal. What was left of the Skyhawk exploded in a flash of orange fire and oily black smoke.
Eddie surfaced beside the cutter, broken bits of boat raining around him. He spotted the plastic bag containing the late drug lord’s belongings floating nearby and swam to collect it before shouting up to the deck. ‘Oi! Man overboard!’
One of the boat’s stunned crew peered down at him, then tossed a knotted line over the side. Eddie clambered up. The Cessna’s burning remains were strewn along the water in the distance. ‘Bloody hell,’ he said to the crewman. ‘That’s the last time I fly on a no-frills airline.’
 
The villa’s interior was every bit as expensive as its exterior suggested, but one room stood out above all others. Nina gazed down at the golden sun disc set into the bathroom floor. ‘Unbelievable,’ she said, half in amazement, half in disgust. ‘Spending fifty million dollars on one of the most incredible Inca relics ever discovered . . . and then doing
this
with it?’
‘If you’ve got more money than you can ever spend, I suppose you get daft with it eventually,’ said Eddie, drying his hair with one of de Quesada’s towels. After his rescue, the Coast Guard ship had landed at the island, and the surviving members of the drug lord’s gang had surrendered. The remaining speedboat had been used to ferry Nina and the SWAT team from the mainland. ‘So, we found the sun disc, and I got the khipu off el druggio. Plus we saved the world the cost of the bastard’s trial. Job done, I think.’
‘Is the khipu okay?’
‘Far as I know. It was sealed in a bag with a bunch of other stuff – passports, cash, stuff like that. Kit’s checking through it all.’
‘And are you okay?’
He patted his jeans. ‘Bit damp, still. Banged-up, shot at, the usual. Nothing too serious.’ In truth, one knee had a searing ache from his impact with the cliff and the friction burns on his palms still stung, but he covered the discomfort. ‘What about you?’
Nina’s hand went to the Band-Aid one of Probst’s men had applied to a cut on her face. ‘I’m okay. Just had a scratchy landing when I bailed out of that truck. But it was pretty muddy, which broke the fall.’
‘You’re lucky you didn’t break the rest of you,’ Eddie said. ‘It was a bloody stupid risk.’
‘Oh, kettle, pot!’ she snapped. ‘And if I hadn’t done it, de Quesada would have gotten away – and you would have been dragged along behind his plane like a banner advertising balding Englishmen.’
‘The difference is, this kind of stuff is what I do.’
‘No, it isn’t! Not any more. You work for the United Nations now, not a stunt troupe. Every time I watch you doing something like this, I almost have a heart attack because . . .’ Her voice fell. ‘Because I’m scared that I’m about to watch you die.’
‘I’m not gonna die, okay?’ he said firmly. ‘Just ’cause I don’t bounce as much as I used to doesn’t mean I’ll smash like Humpty bastard Dumpty if I take a bit of a fall.’
‘There’s a difference between a bit of a fall and a hundredfoot drop off a cliff,’ Nina pointed out. ‘And when people are actively trying to kill you . . . ’
‘You’d think they’d learn,’ Eddie snorted. ‘Anyone who tries to kill me gets fucked up.’
‘Who’s trying to kill you?’ Kit asked, appearing in the doorway.
‘Nobody at the moment, thank God,’ said Nina. She gave Eddie a look that promised the discussion was not over, then turned to the Interpol officer. ‘Have you searched the rest of the house?’
‘Yes. Some of his other artworks are on the CPCU’s list of stolen items, although nothing on the scale of that.’ He indicated the sun disc. ‘And the bag Eddie recovered contained a phone with a list of de Quesada’s contacts around the world – that should be very useful.’ His optimistic look clouded. ‘I just wish it hadn’t cost twelve of the good guys’ lives to get it.’
‘Almost thirteen,’ Nina said quietly. Eddie decided to ignore her.
‘There’s another thing,’ Kit said. ‘Eddie, can you take a look at something?’
‘What is it?’ asked Nina.
‘Just . . . something Eddie might be able to identify with his military experience. Nina, can you photograph the sun disc so we can send pictures to Interpol and the UN, please?’ He handed her a digital camera.
She realised Kit was being evasive, but nevertheless took the camera. ‘What about the khipu?’
‘It’s with de Quesada’s other items. You can examine it as soon as we’ve finished checking them.’
‘Okay . . .’ She exchanged curious looks with her husband as Kit led him from the room.
‘So what’ve you found?’ Eddie asked as they walked down the hall.
‘It was in de Quesada’s office, among his papers.’ Kit stopped outside the arched doorway, glancing almost furtively into the room to make sure the other agents were occupied before taking something from a pocket. ‘Here.’
Eddie took it: a plastic evidence bag, containing a business card. ‘What’s so special . . . ’ he began – then he read it. He said nothing for several moments.
‘It’s . . . it
is
your father’s, isn’t it?’ Kit asked, breaking the silence.
‘Yeah,’ said Eddie, voice flat. ‘Yeah, it is.’ The card was identical to the one his father had given Nina, which had been taken from her by Stikes. It definitely wasn’t the same card, though, this one pristine and uncreased. ‘Think I’ll have to have words . . . ’
29
Bogotá
L
arry Chase poured himself a whisky from the minibar, then sat back in an armchair and took a drink, the warm glow as the spirit went down his throat adding to his sense of satisfaction. Not a bad few days’ work, considering the ridiculously tight schedule. But for the amount of money on offer – which was now in the company’s bank account, as promised – he would have been an idiot to turn it down.
So the clients had hardly been savoury. So what? In his line of work, that was often a given. He was simply providing a service. The seller had an item at point A; the buyer wanted it at point B as quickly – and quietly – as possible. That was all it was, just business.
He had to admit that he was quite proud of himself. Getting something that weighed two tons out of Venezuela, just before the country exploded, and into Colombia had called upon all his years of moving through the more slippery lanes of international shipping, and even necessitated calling in several favours. But he had done it. Which would be good for future business, now that he had proved himself the equal of that fat bastard Stamford West in Singapore. Granted, he wouldn’t be getting any future custom from General Callas, but Francisco de Quesada had certainly seemed impressed . . .
Someone knocked on the door. Larry was surprised; he hadn’t ordered room service, and as far as he was aware nobody at the hotel knew him. ‘Hello?’
No answer, just another knock. Irked, he put down his drink and answered it.
‘Evening, Dad,’ said Eddie in a scathing voice, pushing past him. ‘How’s things?’
‘Uh . . . fine,’ said Larry, shocked. ‘What are you doing here?’
‘Here on business. You?’ Eddie dropped into a chair, gesturing for him to retake his place.
‘Same here. How did you know I was here?’
‘Found something you left behind.’ Eddie held up the business card, still in the evidence bag. His father froze for the briefest moment before lowering himself into the armchair and picking up his drink. ‘So I called your home number to see where you were. Spoke to Julie, said hi.’ He returned the card to a pocket of his battered and seawater-stained leather jacket.
Larry downed another slug of whisky. ‘How’s Nina?’
‘She’s fine, doing her thing – working out how to find lost cities in Peru, recovering stolen treasures. Stolen
Inca
treasures.’
His father was composed enough by this time not to react. ‘Inca treasures, eh? Sounds interesting. Like that cartoon you watched when you were a kid.’
‘Wow, you remembered something about my childhood? Must have been one of the three days you were actually there for it.’
Larry gave him a cold look. ‘Despite what you think, I wasn’t a bad father. At least Elizabeth—’
‘Turned out okay?’
‘I was going to say had no complaints, actually.’ Another swig. ‘But I get the feeling you’ve got some, and they’re nothing to do with your opinion of my parenting skills.’
‘You could say that.’ Eddie produced an envelope and took out two photographs, which he tossed on to the table beside Larry. ‘Recognise those?’
Larry didn’t look at them. ‘There’s not much point me answering, is there? Since I’m sure you think you already know the answer.’
Eddie laughed sarcastically. ‘Don’t worry, I’m not fucking taping you. You don’t need to get all evasive.’
Larry sat forward. ‘What’s this all about, Edward?’
Eddie did the same, fixing him with a stony stare. ‘It’s about whether you’re going to do the right thing. For once in your life.’
‘Don’t you talk to me like—’
‘Shut up!’ Eddie barked.
Larry flinched, then stood, bristling. ‘I don’t take that kind of attitude from anybody. Least of all you.’
Eddie didn’t move, eyes locked on his father’s. ‘Sit down. Or I’ll
make
you sit down. And you know I’ll do it.’
His jaw tight with anger, the elder Chase returned to his seat. ‘Get to it, then,’ he growled. ‘What do you want?’
‘First off, I want you to look at those photos.’ His father picked them up. ‘The big gold face is an Inca sun disc – religious thing, their version of a cross. The other thing’s called a khipu. Not as impressive, since it’s basically a load of strings, but this one’s important ’cause Nina thinks it’s the key to finding El Dorado.’
Larry raised an eyebrow. ‘What,
the
El Dorado?’
‘No, Elvis’s Cadillac.’
‘You can be sarcastic or make your point, Edward. I’m not going to listen to you do both.’
‘All right. My point is that they were stolen from an archaeological site in Venezuela, and that you shipped them out of the country. And when I say shipped, I mean smuggled. ’Cause let’s not beat around the bush – that’s what you do, isn’t it?’
‘You don’t have a clue what you’re talking about,’ said Larry. ‘I don’t handle anything illegal.’
‘What about those?’ Eddie demanded, indicating the photos. ‘They’re stolen goods – I’d call that illegal right off the bat.’
‘Stolen? From who? I’ve got access to international watch lists from customs, police, insurers – neither of these things were on any of them. Due diligence; I carry it out before taking on any job.’
‘That’s a technicality and you bloody know it. It’d never stand up in court.’
‘As a matter of fact, it has, on more than one occasion. I know what I’m doing. I’m very good at it.’
‘So good that you don’t care who you work for as long as they pay well?’ Eddie said. ‘That guy you gave your business card to was a fucking drug lord!’
‘How he makes his money isn’t any of my concern. All I was doing was delivering a cargo to him – a cargo that as far as I knew was totally legitimate. If it had been drugs I wouldn’t have touched it. Do you think I’m a fucking idiot or something?’
‘You’re something, all right. Didn’t it even cross your mind that the job was a bit dodgy when Diego del Cocainio rings up out of the blue from South America and asks you to shift some merchandise for him, no questions asked?’

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