Alice followed the navigation system and steered onto West Bay Street toward Nassau. It was a winding road that ran along the beach, and the moon hung low in a black sky, making a shiny white stripe on the water. They had dumped Knox’s body near a deserted construction site, and Julie had calmed down, sitting upright in back, her tears dried and her head to the window.
“Julie, we’re in this together,” Alice said, over her shoulder. “Cooperate and you get rid of me sooner, right?”
“Right.”
“We’re almost at the bank, right?”
“Right.”
“Where do I park when we get there?” Alice accelerated when she saw the lights of Nassau straight ahead.
“There’s a small lot around the back. I’ll show you.”
“Is it where the employees park?”
“No, we park on Shirley Street, remotely. But there’s a small lot for deliveries, out back.”
“Good girl. Don’t try anything funny. The hard part is over, and now it’s easy, right?”
“Right.”
“Any guards on duty, and where?”
“One, patrolling inside. It’s either Jonah or Floyd. I forget who’s on tonight.”
“Does he have a gun?”
“Yes.”
“Will he walk us to your office?”
“No, he’ll let me go myself.”
“I’ll go with you, too. By the way, no metal detectors, right?”
“None. I’ve been there so long they don’t make me show ID anymore, and I’ll sign you in under a made-up name as my guest. My office is on the third floor, above the bank.”
Alice stopped at a red light, then cruised ahead, passing the Sheraton, then the Hilton. Traffic was light, and there wasn’t a cop anywhere. The streets were deserted except for a few couples, their arms around each other. She steered left and right onto Bay Street. There were T-shirt shops, jewelry stores, perfume shops, and a few banks. Alice asked, “Which bank is BSB?”
“The one next to that jewelry store, on the left.”
Alice caught sight of a shiny BSB sign, above weird columns. The lights were on inside, showing crepe paper and balloons, like somebody was throwing a money party.
She took a left turn, into the lot.