Blindside(43)

Then I leaned down and looked through the open window. Sitting behind the steering wheel was the tubby FBI agent, Bill Fiore. He didn’t look particularly happy to see me. After the way the NYPD had snatched me away from him at the airport, I understood his frustration.

He said, “What are you waiting for? A better invitation? Trust me, I’m doing you a favor.”

I glanced over at the cop who’d approached me. He was waiting to see how I responded.

I said through the open window, “Forgive me if I don’t trust the word of an FBI agent telling me he’s doing me a favor. And as a New Yorker, your Boston accent makes it sound even less plausible.”

“Always with the wisecracks. Shut up and get in the car.” He waited for a moment and added, “Now.”

I nodded to the Estonian cop and slipped into the front seat of the Peugeot.

As we pulled away, Fiore said, “The Estonian cops couldn’t care less what US law enforcement is doing in their country. As long as we don’t cause problems. And that’s the only reason you’re here, Detective Bennett. To cause problems.”

“And how would you know that, Special Agent Fiore?”

“Because I’m not a dumbass. You think I don’t know who helped you escape at the airport?”

“Maybe you’re not as stupid as you look.”

Fiore chuckled. “I could say the same about you.”

I said, “So we’re fighting a turf war four thousand miles from home?”

“It’s not a turf war. You have no jurisdiction. And now your ass is going home.”

I said, “You don’t even know exactly why I’m here. I’m looking for a missing girl.”

“I know, I know. Spoiled rich girl whose father could fire you.”

“It’s not like that. He hasn’t threatened me or offered me anything. You don’t understand. She’s fallen in with a group of cybercriminals. She could be in danger.”

He pulled the car roughly to the curb and turned to me. His voice ticked up in volume. “No, you don’t understand. She’s with that group. She’s helping them. They’ve caused all kinds of shit and made enemies on both sides of the law. Even the goddamn yakuza thinks they’ve been disrespected. A Colombian cartel wants them to pay tribute. And don’t get me started on the Russians. Who knows what those dickwads will do.”

“She may be a kidnap victim. I might even have a location. A warehouse over on Tartu Maantee, across from a café named Toit’s City.”

“Doesn’t matter. Too dangerous. We can’t have a shoot-out in Tallinn. It’s not the South Side of Chicago. I intend to get you to the airport and sit with you until your flight at 2100 local time. You’ll be back in New York tomorrow. As I understand it, you’re a pretty decent homicide dick. Go back to solving murders.”

I gave him a sideways glance as an idea popped into my head. “You had to be some kind of real cop before the FBI.” The real cop dig was inadvertent. Every big-city detective knows the FBI hates that. It just came naturally.

Fiore was used to it. He proudly said, “Brookline, Mass. How could you tell?”

“The ‘homicide dick’ comment. Only an old-school cop would use a term like that.”

He nodded his agreement.

“I can’t believe a cop would let a missing girl go without any investigation. You’ve been with the Feebs too long.”

“Suck it, Mr. NYPD. I’m just following orders.”

“So were the guards at Auschwitz.”

“That’s a low blow.”

I sighed and looked down at my lap. Then I set the trap. “I guess you know all about me.”

“More than I care to.”

“So you know my grandfather is a Catholic priest.”

“It’s about the only thing redeeming I’ve heard about you.”

“He asked me to pick up research documents while I’m here. They can’t be mailed or shipped. They’re at a Russian Orthodox Church named St. Laszlo’s. Do you know it?”

“Sure. It’s not a main tourist attraction like Alexander Nevsky, up on the hill, but I’ve passed it a million times.”

“If I leave the country quietly, will you just let me pick up the envelope first? At least I’ll accomplish one thing on this trip.” I felt a little guilty pulling the Catholic card, but Fiore relented.

“As long as it only takes a minute.”





CHAPTER 62


CHRISTOPH AND OLLIE had wasted no time once their Nordica flight landed early in the morning. Henry had someone meet them at the airport who provided a car and a couple of Czech pistols, but Christoph still had to run by their apartment and pick up his favorite knife. He never knew when he might need it.

Ollie had slept only a couple of hours, but he seemed alert and ready to go. Christoph often marveled at his partner’s ability to bounce back after a hard night of partying. Although he’d seen that hash had less of an effect on Ollie than heroin.

They were lucky to catch the American cop just as he walked out of his hotel. They followed the cab and waited for the right moment to strike. Henry had instructed them to capture the detective and bring him back to their current headquarters. As a last resort, they were authorized to shoot him.