3

Jack returned to his seat and studied the Indian. To his credit, Kusum hadn’t flinched. Either his reflexes were extremely slow, or he had something akin to copper wire for nerves. Jack figured Kusum’s reflexes to be pretty good.

Score one for each of us, he thought. He wondered how Kusum had lost that arm.

“The point is probably moot,” Jack said. “Finding a particular mugger in this city is like poking at a hornets’ nest to find the one that bit you. If she saw enough of him to identify a mug shot, she should go to the police and—”

“No police!” Kusum said quickly.

Those were the very two words Jack was waiting to hear. If the police were involved, Jack would not be.

“They may well be successful eventually,” Kusum went on, “but they take much too long. This is a matter of the utmost urgency. My grandmother is dying. That is why I’ve gone outside official channels.”

“I don’t understand this whole thing.”

“Her necklace was stolen. It’s a priceless heirloom. She must have it back.”

“But you said she’s dying—”

“Before she dies! She must have it back before she dies!”

“Impossible. I can’t…” U.N. diplomat or not, the guy was obviously a nut. No use trying to explain how hard it would be just to find the mugger. After that, to learn the name of his fence, find that fence, and then hope that he hadn’t already removed whatever precious stones were in the necklace and melted down the settings, was simply beyond the wildest possibility. “It can’t be done.”

“You must do it! The man must be found. She scratched him across the eyes. There must be a way he can be traced!”

“That’s police work.”

“The police will take too long! It must be returned tonight!”

“I can’t.”

“You must!”

“The chances against finding that necklace are—”

“Try! Please!”

Kusum’s voice cracked on that last word, as if he had dragged it kicking and screaming from an unused part of his soul. Jack sensed how much it cost the Indian to say it. Here was an inordinately proud man begging him for help. He was moved.

“All right. I’ll do this: Let me talk to your grandmother. Let me see what I’ve got to work with.”

“That will not be necessary.”

“Of course it will be necessary. She’s the only one who knows what he looks like.” Was he trying to keep him away from his grandmother?

Kusum looked uncomfortable. “She’s quite distraught. Incoherent. She raves. I do not wish to expose her to a stranger.”

Jack said nothing. He merely stared at Kusum and waited. Finally the Indian relented.

“I shall take you there immediately.”

Jack allowed Kusum to lead him out the front door. As he left, he waved to Julio, who was setting up his infamous “FREE LUNCH: $2.50” sign.

They caught a taxi immediately on Columbus Avenue and headed downtown.

“About my fee,” Jack said once they had settled into the back of the cab.

A small, superior smile curled Kusum’s thin lips.

“Money? Are you not a defender of the downtrodden, a crusader for justice?”

“Justice doesn’t pay the bills. My landlord prefers cash. So do I.”

“Ah! A Capitalist!”

If that was supposed to rile Jack, it did not.

“If you don’t mind, I prefer to be called a Capitalist Swine or, at the very least, a Capitalist Running-dog. Plain old Capitalist has so little color. I hope Burkes didn’t let you think I do this out of the goodness of my heart.”

“No. He mentioned your fee for the U.K. Mission. A rather steep one. And in cash.”

“I don’t take checks or charges, and I don’t take physical danger lightly, especially when I could be on the receiving end.”

“Then here is my offer… Jack: Just for trying, I will pay you in advance half of what the British paid you last year. If you return the necklace to my grandmother before she dies, I will pay you the other half.”

This was going to be hard to turn down. The job for the U.K. Mission had involved terrorist threats. It had been complex, time-consuming, and very dicey at times. Normally he would have asked Kusum for only a fraction of that amount. But Kusum seemed quite willing and able to pay the full fee. And if Jack managed to bring that necklace back, it would be a bonafide miracle and he would deserve every penny of it.

“Sounds fair to me,” he said without missing a beat. “If I take the job.”