“Okay. The maid gets ten million. And that’s it?” He looked at Kat as if she were some rare species of human being. “You’re not going to try to save your boyfriend’s family business?”
“No, Mr. Garrett.” Kat slipped on her jacket and crossed the room. “I’m trying to save my boyfriend.”
Walking to the door, Kat knew she should have felt at ease. It was over. Almost. But something tugged at her, a lingering doubt she couldn’t silence, a steady whisper in her ear.
“Just one more thing.” Kat suddenly stopped. “Hale never sees you—or your daughter—again.”
A condescending smile spread across Garrett’s face.
“Anything else?”
“Do we have a deal, Mr. Garrett?”
He nodded. “Deal.”
“Tomorrow at noon. Grand Central Station. I’ll expect you there in person.”
“And have you show up with the authorities? I don’t think so.”
“Fine,” Kat conceded. “We’ll do it in…Niagara Falls. On the Canadian side. Far out of New York jurisdiction. How does that sound?”
“I didn’t peg you for a tourist.”
“Let’s just say I’m a girl who appreciates a crowd. There’s a scenic overlook a mile past the border. Bring ten million in untraceable bonds and don’t be late. If you are, I will personally make sure every member of my family knows there’s a price on your head. You’d be surprised how many of them are good at stealing people.”
The man smiled and held out his hand. “It’s a pleasure doing business with you.”
“Forgive me if I can’t say the same.”
Chapter 42
It didn’t matter how close Kat sat to the fire in Uncle Eddie’s drawing room; she still couldn’t get warm. She kept seeing Garrett’s cold smile, his black eyes. And she kept wondering if Hale would ever forgive her, knowing he was the one person whom she could never, ever con into forgetting her mistakes.
“Out of the frying pan…” she said to herself, unable to shake the feeling that it was just a matter of time until she got burned.
“You didn’t eat.” Uncle Eddie’s voice was gruff and sleepy as he came into the room. “Come, Katarina. I’ll make you something.”
“I’m not hungry,” she told him, and the old man shrugged.
“That’s a pity.” He dropped into a chair not far away. “My hands.” He looked down, held them against the light of the fire. “I don’t know what to do with them. It would have been nice to have a task.”
“Sorry. I wish I could be more help.”
He gave a shrug as if to say he’d grown used to disappointment, then propped a foot up on the coffee table, which was covered with photos and albums, the prep materials that nobody really needed anymore.
“I wish I’d known her.” Kat picked up the album that showed an image of Hale’s grandmother on her wedding day, standing between Reginald and her new husband.
“Have the boys found him?” Eddie asked, and Kat shook her head. The old man drew a deep breath then leaned back in his chair. “Your young man will be fine, Katarina.”
“I know,” Kat said.
“All young men must find their way. Yours is just a little off course at the moment.”
“He misses Hazel.”
Eddie nodded slowly. “I’m sure he does.”
And then Eddie struggled to his feet. Kat hated those moments—the seconds, really, where his hands would shake or his knees subtly refused to bear his weight. There was nothing as painful to Katarina Bishop as the gentle reminders that she was not the only member of her family who was growing older, that someday she too would be left with nothing but a book full of pictures and memories.
“If I lost you…” Kat’s voice broke. She couldn’t meet his eyes, so she stared down at the flames.
“You’re not going to lose me, Katarina.”
“Promise?”
Eddie gave her shoulder a squeeze. “Would I lie?”
She wanted to believe him, to know that it was true. But there were some things even the great Uncle Eddie couldn’t stop—and fate, as it turned out, was one of them.
“Go to sleep, Katarina. This thing we do tomorrow…it is not an easy thing.”
“Is it the right thing?” she asked.
He nodded. “It is the best thing. And that is all any grifter can hope for.”
She heard him shuffle down the hall. A moment later, a door opened and closed, and Kat was left alone with her thoughts and the fire and the spinning earth that was slowly making its way toward tomorrow.
Chapter 43
Anything that can go wrong…will. It was the law of the grift, the rule of the con. If the mark is told to come alone, he won’t. If you’re supposed to have three exit routes, you’ll be lucky to get one. And never, ever believe a weatherman when he says it isn’t going to rain.
So Kat was more than a little surprised to see the sun so bright and clear overhead as she stepped out onto the wide scenic area overlooking the falls. Mist clung to the air, and a rainbow formed over the waters below, and it was beautiful, there at the top of the world. She might have actually enjoyed it if her whole body hadn’t been trembling.
“Deep breaths, Katarina,” Uncle Eddie said. “It steadies the nerves.”
As was her habit, she took her uncle’s advice.
At least two dozen tourists were already there, posing for pictures with the falls at their back, plugging quarters into the big old-fashioned machines that could let a person see right down onto the rocky shores. Kat counted ten cars and one school bus, but none of them belonged to the man who had completely ruined her May.
“Maybe he’s not coming,” she said, jamming her gloved hands deeper into her pockets.
“He’ll be here,” Eddie said. He sounded so certain, so sure, so at home there at the end of a job.
“What if this is the wrong call?”
“It is the only call, Katarina.” He gave her a long look that she’d never seen before. He sounded different, not like he was talking to his niece, but like he was talking to a peer. “This is how it ends.”
“Thank you.” Kat reached out and took his hands. “Thank for doing this. Thank you for always being there for me.”
“You killed Hazel,” Hale said. “You!”
Hale lunged toward Garrett. He might have reached him, too—might have killed him—had the goon not been there. He reached for Hale and held him back, squeezed his arms against his side. Garrett looked at the boy.
“You never learned your place, Scooter.” He pulled back a fist.
“No!” Kat shouted, but Eddie was rushing forward, far faster than Kat had ever imagined he could move. The goon let Hale go and raced for his boss, but he was too late. In a flash, Eddie was on the lawyer, and the lawyer was spinning, striking the old man across the head with the metal briefcase. Blood rushed from Eddie’s mouth and he stumbled, disoriented, too close to the edge.
“No!” Kat yelled again, but she didn’t hear the word. She heard nothing at all. Not the crunch of the rocks. Not the breaking of the barrier as it crumbled at her uncle’s back. And Kat didn’t hear the screaming that came with the fall—fading with the sound of the water and the cries of the people who stared over the edge.