15-04-2019, 03:42 PM
"Then, perhaps, a man comes to him with an offer too good to pass up: one last job. One that he won't walk away from. 'Die a manly death in a hail of bullets, and they will be taken care of; or waste away in a hospital bed, watching helpless, as they cry themselves into the poorhouse over you.'"
"No choice at all. I would still want proof," Ramirez offered. "With so much at stake; even if you were the one offering, I would need assurances. A token of good faith."
"Oui, a down payment of some kind. So, now, we are looking for money." Luc took a deep drag of his cigarette. "Jerking Munich around is, as the English say, 'jolly good sport.' We are treading dangerously close to the waters of 'Official Channels.'"
"If it comes to that, I shall ask that you be given the case." Ramirez thought for a moment more. "One of La Contessa's friends is supposed to be very skilled in matters involving money. He may be of some assistance."
"Involving a civilian? It feels unwise. There is serious planning here. Someone had to know who Finnegan used to be, and be aware of his medical condition to approach him with such an offer. And if this bombing was part of it... Morgan's file makes no mention of bomb-making skills. You found no such tools in his room?"
"Nothing," Ramirez said, sensing the call might go on and leaving the bedroom. "As was noted, he 'set up his shrine, took his pills, had a siesta, and left.'"
"There is organization behind this, my friend. And it seems they extend an olive branch. Whoever pulled Morgan's strings also gave you a perfect cover-up.
The shrine alone would convince the media that this Carlos Jimenez was a lone stalker, and they will eat it up. They'll trace the address in Spain, where no one will even know him; so, they'll tell the cameras what a quiet man he was, just to be on the television, and that will be it. 'Up next is Henri with the Football.'"
"And any questions left would be the speculations of conspiracy nuts, I see.
So, if we SAID we found bomb tools, maybe some kind of anti-science literature..."
"C'est la vie."
"Not an olive branch, but a patsy. This, too, sounds like a matter for La Contessa, when she is able to tend to it." Ramirez glanced back towards his bedroom. "I have another woman who may kill me if I do not get sleep soon.
You can sit on what you have until then?"
"Oui. Nobody above me has seen this. If I stop now, I have just shown an interest in a cold case. And if I leave Munich alone, they'll be too happy to see the back of 'The Cocksucker of Lyon' to cause a stir. There is nothing to connect the two. Though I suspect I will update some of my boxes anyway."
Ramirez was one of the few who knew about the string of safe deposit boxes that Luc maintained, containing everything he had on the people most likely to kill him. Sometimes, he and Sam's weekend trips to San Finzione were a cover to update the boxes there.
"Maybe you should come for a weekend soon, just to update Munich's box."
The two of them laughed. They ended the call, and Ramirez went back to bed.
* * *
"No choice at all. I would still want proof," Ramirez offered. "With so much at stake; even if you were the one offering, I would need assurances. A token of good faith."
"Oui, a down payment of some kind. So, now, we are looking for money." Luc took a deep drag of his cigarette. "Jerking Munich around is, as the English say, 'jolly good sport.' We are treading dangerously close to the waters of 'Official Channels.'"
"If it comes to that, I shall ask that you be given the case." Ramirez thought for a moment more. "One of La Contessa's friends is supposed to be very skilled in matters involving money. He may be of some assistance."
"Involving a civilian? It feels unwise. There is serious planning here. Someone had to know who Finnegan used to be, and be aware of his medical condition to approach him with such an offer. And if this bombing was part of it... Morgan's file makes no mention of bomb-making skills. You found no such tools in his room?"
"Nothing," Ramirez said, sensing the call might go on and leaving the bedroom. "As was noted, he 'set up his shrine, took his pills, had a siesta, and left.'"
"There is organization behind this, my friend. And it seems they extend an olive branch. Whoever pulled Morgan's strings also gave you a perfect cover-up.
The shrine alone would convince the media that this Carlos Jimenez was a lone stalker, and they will eat it up. They'll trace the address in Spain, where no one will even know him; so, they'll tell the cameras what a quiet man he was, just to be on the television, and that will be it. 'Up next is Henri with the Football.'"
"And any questions left would be the speculations of conspiracy nuts, I see.
So, if we SAID we found bomb tools, maybe some kind of anti-science literature..."
"C'est la vie."
"Not an olive branch, but a patsy. This, too, sounds like a matter for La Contessa, when she is able to tend to it." Ramirez glanced back towards his bedroom. "I have another woman who may kill me if I do not get sleep soon.
You can sit on what you have until then?"
"Oui. Nobody above me has seen this. If I stop now, I have just shown an interest in a cold case. And if I leave Munich alone, they'll be too happy to see the back of 'The Cocksucker of Lyon' to cause a stir. There is nothing to connect the two. Though I suspect I will update some of my boxes anyway."
Ramirez was one of the few who knew about the string of safe deposit boxes that Luc maintained, containing everything he had on the people most likely to kill him. Sometimes, he and Sam's weekend trips to San Finzione were a cover to update the boxes there.
"Maybe you should come for a weekend soon, just to update Munich's box."
The two of them laughed. They ended the call, and Ramirez went back to bed.
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