Page 49 of Sting
“You motherfucker.”
“That’s not my name.”
“He’s dead?”
“Compliments of me. I also took Jordie Bennett,” Shaw said. “Not her corpse. Her. Which means that if you still want her killed, you gotta deal with me.”
Panella let loose a spate of profanities and threats which came through loud and clear despite the garbled voice. “You think you’re awfully smart, don’t you?”
“Well, I outsmarted Mickey. That wasn’t my gray matter left to shovel up.”
“I discouraged your participation.”
“Really? So it was Mickey’s idea to set me up to take the fall for her hit?”
Panella said nothing to that.
“I’m willing to overlook it,” Shaw said, “but because my feelings were hurt, I’m going to need a bit more compensation than Mickey settled for.”
“How do I know you even have Jordie?”
“Come on, Panella, let’s cut this crap. You knew who you were talking to when I answered this phone. You already knew Mickey was dead. By now the story of last night’s events will have been well covered by the media.”
“Not where I am.”
Shaw didn’t believe that, but he let it pass. “Call the Terrebonne Parish Sheriff’s Office. They’ll verify that Jordie was snatched. Homicide detectives will have gotten a description of me, and I’ve probably been identified as Shaw Kinnard.”
“Well, my contract wasn’t with Shaw Kinnard. So I’m under no obligation to honor it. If in fact you did take Jordie, deal with her any way you like. I don’t have to pay you a goddamn penny.”
“That occurred to me, too. But here are some possible consequences of that decision. One, I use her phone to notify the nearest FBI office that she’s alive. A little worse for wear, maybe, but very much alive.”
He paused, but Panella said nothing. Shaw had his attention.
“I leave the phone on so they can track the signal straight to her. By the time they get here, I’ll be long gone, but they’ll be glad to see her. Tickled to have her back in the fold. She was their clubhouse sweetheart for weeks, you know. Cooperative. Chatty. Who knows, maybe this traumatic experience will have jostled loose a memory about you and her brother that slipped her mind the first go-round of questioning.”
“I didn’t tell them anything!” she shouted.
Shaw clicked off the speaker and pressed the phone against his chest. “Shut up,” he hissed. “You fuck this up, I won’t be happy.”
“Like I care.”
“You should. I’m your only chance at life, darlin’.”
She tilted her chin up mutinously, but when she didn’t speak again, he put the phone to his ear. “There, you see? I have her. But her welcome is wearing thin, which makes option two damned tempting.”
“What’s option two?” Panella asked.
“I walk away from this whole friggin’ mess. You won’t know if she’s alive and in the bosom of the FBI, or buried where you’ll never find her.”
“If you walk away, you get nothing for your trouble.”
“True. But neither do you. And here’s why that would be consequential. First you lose sleep, wondering what happened with Jordie.”
“I don’t care that much.”
“Bullshit, you don’t. Because without his sister as a pawn, Josh will make good on his escape and retrieve the money. Because you ain’t got it.”
“You say.”
