Blindside (Michael Bennett #12)(53)

Christoph had told Ollie his plan to save enough money to buy an apartment for himself in Amsterdam and set up his mom in a nice house. He had about €130,000 saved. He needed more. A lot more. The idea of sharing a house with his mom was unattractive. Unless he talked her into still doing his laundry.

Christoph said, “I don’t want to have to find new work. Henry keeps us busy. I need the steady income.”

Ollie said, “Henry keeps us busy for now. The way he’s been acting, who knows how long this job will last. We need to get rid of this cop and start looking for a backup job.” He paused, thinking. “For the record, I don’t think it’s cool to kill an American cop. It could stir up all kinds of shit. I prefer it when we have to kill other criminals. No one cares much about that. We just need to be careful with this cop.”

Christoph said, “How do you want to do Bennett?”

Ollie pulled out of his pocket a Dutch two-euro coin with an engraving of Queen Beatrix on it. “I’ll flip this coin. Heads you get to kill Bennett, tails I do.”

Christoph nodded.

Ollie caught the coin in midair, then opened his hand. It showed the head of Queen Beatrix.

Ollie looked at him and said, “Gun or knife?”

Christoph shrugged. “If we’re going to take him out near the port to kill him, I’ll try my hand with a knife. I’ve shot plenty of people. I’ve only stabbed one.”

Ollie stared in disbelief, then said, “Who’d you stab?”

“Just someone a long time ago, when I was a teenager.”

“Really? I’ve never heard this story. I told you about shooting someone when I was seventeen over money, but now you’re all secrets and lies. You think you’re a spy or something?”

Christoph thought about it. Ollie already knew everything about him. He had seen some terrible things. There was nothing Christoph could tell him that would get him in more trouble if Ollie ever went to the police.

Christoph hesitated, then said, “I stabbed my cousin. We were fourteen. She’s still listed as a runaway.”

Christoph saw what he thought was a look of admiration on Ollie’s face. It was the first time he’d ever told anyone about his cousin Elizabeth. His first-ever murder victim. She had called him a pervert when he tried to sneak a peek down her shirt. When she threatened to tell Christoph’s mother, he panicked. He didn’t know what else to do and stuck his new folding knife right into her throat.

He even tried to help her afterward, but the blood just kept coming and coming. A few minutes later, she looked like she’d been left outside all winter. There was no color at all in her face. Her brown eyes just stared up at the sky.

They were in a field about a mile from his parents’ house. It didn’t take anything at all to weight her down with the rim of a tire and drop her into the pond on the edge of the field.

Aside from his aunt crying about her every once in a while, he’d never heard another word about it.

He figured he’d do the same thing to this New York cop.





CHAPTER 75





NOW I HAD Natalie’s complete attention. She realized Henry loved the thrill of cracking security systems as much as making money. He’d never love anyone as much as he loved himself. She’d worked her way through an array of emotions, and I knew she was starting to assess how she fit into Henry’s plans. Smart people usually catch on when you point out something that’s not right. It just takes them a while to see what they don’t want to.

I said, “Henry is a batshit-crazy criminal. That’s all.”

Natalie said, “No, you’re wrong. Sure, Henry crosses some lines to make some money from corporations. He supports a lot of people. But he’s not a killer. I mean, he doesn’t just kill for no reason.”

“What’s the reason that justifies murder?”

She stared at me without saying a word. I saw my own children in her face. I knew people made mistakes. This girl wasn’t a killer. She probably hadn’t done ten things wrong in her whole life before she met this asshole, Henry. She might say she wanted to be here, but I didn’t think it was true.

I decided to lay it on heavy. I said, “You really think that’s the first person Henry’s had killed? I’ve seen his handiwork in New York. I personally witnessed the two Dutch guys shoot up a coffeehouse. They even hit a witness I was talking to. A witness who knows you.”

Now Natalie looked like a little girl. Her mouth was open slightly, and she was just staring at me. Then with a childlike voice she said, “Who were you talking to?”

“Jennifer Chang.”

She sucked in some breath and steadied herself. “Jen? Really? Is she still alive?”

“Even with a bullet in her back, she pulled through. She’s going to be in the hospital for a good long while. Plus, there were other fatalities at the coffeehouse. And then another witness named Tom Payne. They strangled him and left him in a parking lot near Penn Station.”

Her eyes moved off into space. “Tommy? Dead?” She tried to reconcile what had happened. Finally she was grasping at straws. Natalie said, “Henry didn’t do any of that. He hasn’t been to New York in over a year.”

“Henry ordered it all done. You can’t be this blind. Will you think the same thing after they murder me? See if you can live with that, knowing ahead of time what he intends to do.”