“Are you positively identifying this man as Barry Gale?” Phony Frank asked again, pointing to Barry.
I looked at Jello who now had the video camera trained on me.
“Please just answer the man, Jack.”
Just John’s voice had a pleading tone in it that didn’t really sound like him.
“Okay.” I took a breath. “Yeah, this is him. This is Barry Gale.”
Phony Frank turned slightly and nodded, holding out his hand to Jello. Jello clicked off the video camera and passed it to him.
Then John took a slow step toward Barry. Before I realized what he was going to do, he swung his right leg in an extended arc like a football kicker going for a long field goal. He caught Barry squarely in the left ear with the steel-capped toe of his heavy leather boot and Barry’s head lifted off the ground. It reached the limit of the length of his spine, then it rebounded into the dirt. Barry screamed.
“Whoa, whoa!” I yelled at Just John. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“I’m giving this piece of shit a taste of what’s coming unless he tells me what he did with our money.”
“They’re going to kill me, Jack!” Barry screamed again. “They’re going to kill me!”
“Shut up, Barry!” I snapped. “They’re not going to kill you. The government doesn’t kill people. They just arrest you, put you in prison, and somebody there kills you.”
Then I turned on John. “You don’t have to rough up the poor bastard. I can tell you how to find the money.”
Phony Frank perked up his ears. “You can?”
“Say pretty please.”
“Fuck you, asshole.”
“Okay, close enough.”
I was starting to get to this guy, whoever he really was, and I liked that a lot.
“Everything’s on the ABC computer system,” I told him, “and I know how to log into it.”
Phony Frank looked skeptical.
“That’s not enough,” he said. “You’d need to have the address for the right part of the bank’s network.”
“I’ve got it.”
“Then you’ve got to have the current access codes.”
“I’ve got them, too.”
“Gale gave them to you?”
“Nope. I found them on Dollar’s computer.”
“Weren’t they encrypted?”
“Yes, but I got someone to take care of that for me.”
“Who?”
“I can’t tell you that.” I cut Just John the biggest wink I could manage without hurting my face. “There’s a lot of top-secret shit involved. But I’m sure you understand, don’t you, John?”
Phony Frank didn’t seem amused. “Are you just jerking me off here, you little shit? If you are, I’m going to be one unhappy son of a bitch.”
“If I had a laptop and a data line, I could show you what I mean. But I don’t.”
“As luck would have it,” Phony Frank said with a nasty smile, “you do.”
He pointed at the Cherokee that was still standing in the compound and gave me a little push in its direction. Frank, John, and I walked toward it, but Jello stayed where he was.
“Do you roll over and play dead, too?” I called back over my shoulder.
“Look, Jack, stop being an asshole,” Jello shouted at me. “I’m just a local cop and these guys are making the rules. Everybody takes orders from somebody.”
When we got to the Cherokee, Phony Frank opened the passenger door and gestured for me to slide in. He pointed to an IBM ThinkPad clamped into a bracket mounted over the console between the front seats.
“You know how to use that?”
“I think I can manage.”
“It’s running a standard Windows communication package through a satellite hookup. Just put the address into the browser and you’ll be in business. Unless you’re completely full of shit, of course. Then you’ll be just plain fucked.”
I booted up the ThinkPad, opened the browser, and typed in an address. Phony Frank and John bent into the Cherokee and watched over my shoulder.
The host computer’s identifiers started rolling across the screen and I brought up the login box. I shifted my head just enough to block their view as I typed an access code, then quickly hit Return. When the main screen opened, I began clicking through menus.
“What the fuck is all that shit?”
Phony Frank’s mouth was so close to my ear that I could feel his breath when he spoke.
I stopped typing and twisted my head toward him. “Do you want me to stop and give you a lesson on the structure of commercial banking databases, or do you want me to get you the information you’re looking for?”
Frank didn’t bother to answer, so I turned back and resumed typing. After a few more moments a large spreadsheet opened and I pointed to the first column of numbers.
“There it is. Those are the dates of every transfer out of the ABC that Barry Gale personally ordered and the Fed wire number for each of them.”
Then I opened another file, this one a plain text document with three long columns.
“This is a list of the same Fed wire numbers, but viewed from the opposite side of each transaction.”
I moved the cursor around the screen like a pointer.
“Here’s each wire number, and when you follow across it matches up with an amount, a receiving bank, and the account name and number in the bank where the transfer went.”
“What’s this stuff at the bottom?” Just John asked.
He pointed to another list of names and numbers that appeared as I scrolled down to the bottom of the file.
“Just some notes somebody made when they were working out all the transactions. They don’t mean anything.”
“So this is all we need to find our money?” John asked.
“Look, I’m giving you a list of all the banks and account numbers where Barry stashed everything he transferred out of the ABC. What you do with it is up to you.”
John still looked as if he thought something wasn’t quite right, but Phony Frank was grinning as he stepped away from the Cherokee and straightened up.
“Well, I’ve got to hand it to you, Jack.” He spoke in a tone that I thought tried hard to hit a note of respectful admiration, but it came out sounding mostly smug. “You really did our job for us.”
“I’ll start checking my mail for a letter of gratitude from the president,” I said. “You’ll need these files. I’ll save them to a folder on the desktop.”
When I had finished I shut the laptop down and closed it.
“Done,” I said, and got out of the Cherokee.
Back across the compound, Jello was still faithfully standing guard over Barry Gale.
“Good dog,” I said when we all trooped back, but Jello ignored me.
“Can I load this one up now so we can get out of here?” he asked Phony Frank instead.
“I’ll take care of him,” Phony Frank replied, bending down over Barry.
When I thought back on it later, I was certain I hadn’t seen the gun until Frank fired.