Something in the Water(65)

I’ve been silent a beat too long on the phone. I focus and continue calmly. “Is there some sort of problem, Charles?” I manage to sound slightly passive-aggressive. Sara isn’t sure why Charles has been wasting her goddamn time if he isn’t capable of selling diamonds.

Mark’s eyes are on me again.

“I’m terribly sorry, Sara. It’s just a small issue of provenance, that’s all. I’m sure you can understand. I’m embarrassed to mention it really. I’m certain your clients are unaware that they are in possession of…well, needless to say there have been quite a few red flags regarding the provenance of the stones, which may cause potential problems further down the line. So I’m going to have to bow out at this stage. I’m sure you understand?” Charles leaves a silence for me to fill.

I shake my head at Mark. No sale. Provenance. I frown. And then I get it. Charles is letting me know that he thinks we’re dealing with blood diamonds. That our stones come from some ethical void or another in Africa. Of course, with no papers, no trail, that’s what they must look like. And I’d rather Charles thinks they’re blood diamonds than that their lack of provenance is due to the fact that we simply stole them. Of course he must have suspected something was off when I handed them over. But I’d wager his concerns are more to do with potential heat than ethics. If he’d been able to offload the stones to literally anyone over the past few hours, I’m guessing he’d have done it. I don’t blame him at all for balking. If I were Charles I’d run a mile, especially if he’s having a bad year. People like Charles don’t last long in prison.

“I see. Well, thank you, Charles, that’s all extremely helpful. I’m sure my clients will be very interested to hear that. You’re correct in assuming they would be completely unaware of any complications of that nature. So, thank you for your discretion.” I oil him. I know he’s not going to tell anyone, but he’s worth greasing if it makes life easier.

“Not a problem at all, Sara.” I hear a relieved smile in his voice. “Could I ask, though, that you inform your clients that I’m very happy to look into any other assets they’d be interested in liquidating? I’m happy to be of use if they need me for anything else. You do have my details, don’t you?” He wants the spoils but he doesn’t want to get his hands dirty. Join the queue, Charles, join the queue.

“Yes, of course, and I know they’ll appreciate your discretion in this matter,” I say.

Mark shakes his head. I’m smoothing the ego of a man who just told us we’re criminals, and it’s working. People are strange, aren’t they?

“Wonderful, many thanks. Oh, Sara—would you mind awfully collecting them from my office now? I’ll have them bagged and ready. It’s probably best.”

I hang up and slump onto the café table. God, being a criminal is exhausting. Mark ruffles my hair and I raise my eyes slowly to him.

“No sale.” I keep my tone hushed. “He thinks they’re blood diamonds. He’s fine, though. No intention of telling. I’ve got to go get them back now.”

“Dammit!” It’s not what Mark wanted to hear. He put a lot of work into smoothing that transaction. “This part was supposed to be the easy part. He doesn’t know it’s us selling, does he?”

“No,” I reply quickly. “There’s no way he could know. And if he does, he’s definitely not the kind to ever mention it. I’m sure people bring him all sorts. Blood diamonds are probably the least of his worries. If he’s too scared to try and sell the diamonds for us, then he’ll definitely be too scared to shoot his mouth off about them. Who knows who my clients could be? Who knows what they might be capable of?” I’m not concerned in the least about Charles ratting on us.

Mark’s frown fades and he flashes me a little smile. “So, what the hell are we going to do now?” He says it lightly, the absurdity of our situation evident in his tone. Because what are we going to do now? We don’t know anyone else. We don’t know how to sell diamonds.

I let out a giggle. He grins back, eyes crinkling around the edges. God, he’s gorgeous.

“I really thought that Charles was it; I half expected him to make an offer on the spot,” I say. “God, why can’t it just be that easy?”

“I kind of thought it would be too. Switzerland spoiled us, I think; that went almost too smooth. We’re going to have to look down other avenues for these, though. We’re not done yet. I’ll get on it now. You go get the stones back.” He nods toward the door.

I leave Mark brainstorming while I head back to Charles’s office to pick up our diamonds. And suddenly this feels fun again. I could do this forever with Mark, a Daisy to his Gatsby.

When I get back to the gallery, Charles isn’t there. A security guard answers the bell and hands me the offending pouch in exchange for Charles’s receipt. It seems Charles wants to cover his bases, distance himself. Mark will have to feign ignorance of the whole thing if he ever meets Victoria again. Act shocked and dismayed that his contact was trying to offload blood diamonds. Who knew! It’s perfectly plausible. Mark’s been far enough away from the action to plead ignorance, and there are a lot of bad rich people out there. Aside from being my husband, Mark has no tangible connection to anything that just happened. But then, I wasn’t here either. Sara was here.