"That's about it. Hell, Tom, I told Jack that interfering between man and wife is pure poison, but you think he'd listen? You know the old man."
"Not too well," I said coolly.
"What do you want to know?"
"It's not what I want to know it's what Jack wants to know. Jack and Frank both. They're both mad at you." Billy paused, then said meditatively, "If Frank had come on this mission he might have taken a poke at you. Very protective is Frank."
"Why should he do that?" I demanded.
"I don't beat up his little sister every Friday night as a regular routine."
He grinned crookedly.
"It might have been better if you had. The Cunningham women…" He stopped short.
"Anyway, Jack wants to know why his little girl has come running home looking as blue as a cold flounder."
"Didn't he ask her?"
"She clammed up on him and on Frank. Me I didn't bother to ask.
What is it, Tom? "
"I don't know," I said.
"It appears that she wants me to stay home and hold her hand. Says I'm neglecting her. But, God, you know what's been happening here. If it hasn't been one bloody thing it's been another. Did she tell you about Kayles?"
"No. What about him?"
I told Billy in some detail, and said, "I know I made a damn fool of myself and I'm sorry a man was killed but Debbie didn't even ask if I'd been hurt."
"Self-centred," observed Billy.
"She always was, and I've told her so to her face, many times. So where do you go from here?"
I took out my wallet and showed Billy the note Debbie had left and he made a sour face. Tfshe wasn't family I'd call her a bitch," he said.
"What are you doing about Karen?"
"She's staying with me at the hotel for the moment. I doubt if it's good for her but it's the best I can do right now."
"Do you want me to talk with Debbie?"
"No," I said.
"Keep out of it. She must work this thing through herself. And tell Jack and Frank to keep out of it, too."
He shrugged.
"I've already told them, but I'll pass on the message from you."
"Do that."
And so we left it there and began to discuss our problems in the Bahamas. Billy said, "The way things are going you'd better start another division staffed by morticians. It should show a profit."
"Not if the bodies aren't found," I said.
"Anyway, the Theta Corporation was only directly involved in one of these incidents, the air crash."
"We don't want another like that," warned Billy.
"The waves are still rocking the New York Stock Exchange. Those guys who were killed weren't ready to die; their financial affairs weren't exactly in order. I hear the Securities and Exchange Commission might start an investigation and that'll cause grief all round. Tom, the name of the Bahamas is coming up too often in headlines and it's beginning to stink. And don't give me that crap about any publicity being good publicity as long as they get the name right."
Tt'sjust a streak of bad luck. It'll come right. " I told him of the deal made between the Hoteliers' Association and the Ministry of Tourism, ending with, " So we're doing something about it. "
"You'd better do something about it. Jack's getting worried; he's talking about pulling out."
"Is he chicken-livered? We've had a run of three bad incidents and Jack runs scared?"
"Three incidents and 128 dead," said Billy. Jack's been counting; he's keeping score. " He sighed.
"Trouble is he never really wanted to come into the Bahamas anyway. It was my idea and Billy One backed me.
Jack went along but his heart was never really in it. "
"On top of which he's never cottoned on to me," I said a little bitterly.
"He thinks you run a loose ship," said Billy frankly.
"That you give too much away. According to Jack at best you're a do-gooder; at worst, when his bile really starts to rise, you're an agent of the Kremlin ' I gave Billy a level look.
"What do you think?"
"I think Jack is a fossilized dinosaur. Times are changing but he isn't. As for me I'm willing to play along with your plans of operation as long s they show a profit a reasonable return on a fifty million buck investment, a return comparable to what we'd get anywhere else. I know you're a Bahamian and you want to help your own people; all I ask is that you don't do it too much at corporate expense."
"Fair enough. But, Billy, all those things which Jack thinks are giveaways the pension fund, the hotel doctor, the hotels' school, and so on all those are investments for the Corporation. They'll pay off in staff service and corporate loyalty, and that's hard to buy."
"You're probably right," acknowledged Billy.
"But Jack's an old-time Texan. He even accused Nixon of being a commie when he pulled out of Vietnam. Sometimes I think he's a nut. But look at you from his side of the fence. You're a foreigner who first subverted his daughter into mixing with black kids, then took her away, and now she's back home looking goddamn unhappy. Add all that together and you'll see he's just looking for an excuse to pull out of here. It won't take much."
"How much of the Theta Corporation does he control?"
"As an individual, nothing; our eighty per cent of Theta is owned by the Cunningham Corporation. But he has some clout in there. With some fast talking he could line up enough proxies to vote for a pull-out from the Bahamas."
"That would be a personal disaster for me," I said slowly.
"I'm too deeply committed now."
"I know. That's why you'd better pray there isn't an earthquake here next week, or an outbreak of infectious dandruff. No more headlines, Tom."
As though I did not have enough to worry about I now had Jack Cunningham gunning for me. And, as Billy had said, all I could do was pray.
'^ That was on Saturday. Billy stayed to lunch and then departed, saying that he was going to Miami on business for the Cunningham Corporation, and from there to New York He gave me telephone numbers where I could find him. On Sunday I caught up with paperwork.
Monday was well, Monday was Monday one of those days when nothing goes really wrong but nothing goes really right; a day of niggling futilities and a rapidly shortening temper. I suppose we all have days like that.
I dined in the restaurant and went to my room early, after seeing Karen to bed, intending to go to bed myself and to scan some managerial reports before sleeping. I have never known why one is supposed to be vertical while working, and I can read perfectly well while flat on my back. I had just got settled when the telephone rang and a voice said in my ear, as clear as a bell, "Mangan? Is that you?"
"Yes. Who's speaking?"
"Jack Cunningham here. Is Debbie there?"
"No, I thought she was with you. Where are you?"
"Houston." His voice suddenly receded although he was still speaking.
I caught a few scattered words and concluded he was consulting with someone else. '.. not there.. must be right.. Billy.. "
He came back full strength.
"Is young Billy there?"
"No," I said.
"He was here on Saturday. He'll be in Miami if he hasn't gone on to New York."
Again he withdrew and I heard incomprehensible bits of a conversation nearly 1000 miles away. "… Miami… airplane… both
…" then Jack said loudly, "Tom, you pack a bag and be ready to get your ass over here."
I resented that rasping tone of command.
"Why? What's happening?"
"I'm not going to talk about it now. There's a satellite up there spraying this conversation all over the goddamn planet."
"I don't see…"
"Damn it! Do as I say and don't argue. There'll be a jet at Freeport International in about two hours. Don't keep it waiting, and be prepared to stay over awhile." The connection broke and silence bored into my ear.
I checked the time. It was 9. 30 in the evening.
; Much against my will I got out of bed and dressed. impelled by the fizzing urgency in Jack Cunningham's voice Then I thought of Karen asleep in the next room. Damn Jack Cunningham! Damn the whole blasted family! I rang the desk and asked the clerk to find Kitty Symonette and send her up to my suite, then I started to pack a bag.
I was just finishing a letter when Kitty Symonette tapped at the door and I let her in.
"Sit down, Kitty. I have problems and I want you to help me."
She looked slightly surprised.
"I'll do what I can."
Kitty was the hotel nurse and I liked her very much, and so did Karen. She was totally unflappable and equally reliable.
"I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"
"No. I was going to have an early night."
"Good. I have to go away and I don't know for how long. Tomorrow I want you to take Karen to stay with my sister on Abaco. I've just spoken to Peggy and Karen is expected." I scribbled my signature.
"These are instructions for Bobby Bowen to take you."
"No problem there," said Kitty.
"Karen is asleep in that room there. I don't want her to wake alone so you'd better sleep in my room tonight."
"You're going right away?"
"This minute. I don't want to wake Karen now, but you tell her I'll be back as soon as I can make it."
Kitty stood up.
"I'll collect some things from my room."
I gave her the key to the suite, picked up my bag, and went to my office where I collected my passport from the office safe. As an afterthought I took the packet of 2000 American dollars which I kept there for an emergency and put them in my wallet.
The wait at the airport was long and boring. I drank coffee until it sickened me, then had a couple of scotches. It was after midnight when the public address speakers said, "Will Mr. Mangan please go to the enquiry desk?"
I was met by a pretty girl dressed in a yellow uniform trimmed with black and with a badge on her lapel, two letters "C' intertwined in a monogram. The outfit made her look waspish, about as waspish as I was feeling.
"Mr. Mangan?"
"Yes," I said shortly.
"This way, sir." She led the way from the concourse and through a side door. Standing on the apron not very far away was a Lockheed Jet Star in gold with black trim; on the tailfin was the Cunningham monogram. Around it was a collection of airport vehicles like workers around a queen bee. I followed her up the gangway and paused as she stopped inside the door to take my bag.
"Glad to have you with us, Mr. Mangan."
I could not reciprocate her feelings, but I murmured, "Thank you," and passed on into the main cabin.
Billy Cunningham said explosively, "Now, will you, for Christ's sweet sake, tell me what's going on?"
From Freeport to Houston is about i ooo miles across the Gulf of Mexico. We droned across the Gulf at 500 miles an hour and Billy was morose sore because he had been yanked out of Miami as unceremoniously as I had from Freeport – and he was irritated when he found I could tell him nothing.
"What bugs me," he said, 'is that for the first time in my life I'm going somewhere in an airplane and I don't know why. What the hell's got into Jack? "
"I don't know," I said slowly.
"I think it's something to do with Debbie."
"Debbie! How come?"
"The first thing Jack asked was if she was with me in Freeport."
"He knew she wasn't," said Billy.
"She was in Houston."
I shrugged.
"Air travel is wonderful. A girl can get around fast."
"You think she's taken off again?" He snorted.
"That girl wants her ass spanked and if you won't do it, then I will. It's time she settled down and learned how to behave."
There was nothing more to say so we did not say it.
There was a car waiting at Houston airport and an hour later I was at the start of a Cunningham conference. At least it was the start for me; the others had evidently been arguing the toss for a long time and it showed. Jack Cunningham was at the head of the table, his silver hair making him look senatorially handsome as usual, and Billy One sat next to him. Debbie's brother, Frank, eyed me with arrogant and illconcealed hostility. As background there were half a dozen other collateral Cunninghams, most of whom I did not know, ready to take their cue from the powerful tribal bosses. This was the Cunningham clan in full deliberation and, predictably, there was not a woman in sight.
Our arrival brought instant silence which did not last long. Billy flipped a hand at his father, surveyed the gathering, and drawled, "Morning, y'all." Uproar broke out, everybody talking at once and I could not distinguish a word until Jack hammered the long table with a whisky bottle and yelled, "Quiet!"
It could have been the traditional smoke-filled room but for the air-conditioning and, indeed, they did look like a crowd of old-time political bosses carving up next year's taxes. Most had their jackets off and had loosened their neckties and the room smelled of good cigars. Only Jack had kept on his coat, and his tie was securely knotted at his neck. Even so he looked decidedly frayed around the edges, and there was a persistent twitch in his left cheek.
He said, "Tom, do you know what's happened to Debbie?"
The question could have had two meanings he really wanted to know if I knew, or it was rhetorical and there was no way of knowing from the inflection of his voice. I said, "How would I know? She left me."
12^ "He admits it," said Frank.
"Admit! I admit nothing I'm telling you, if she hasn't told you already. She's her own woman and she ran away."
"Ran away from what? That'S'what I'd like to know."
Billy casually walked up to the table and picked up a whisky bottle.
"Any clean glasses around?" Then he swung on Frank.
"Button up your mouth."
"You can't…"
"Shut it," said Billy quietly, but there was a cutting edge to his voice.
"Your sister's a brat. Everything she ever wanted she got, but she wouldn't know a man when she saw one, not a real man. When she found she couldn't handle him she picked up her marbles and wouldn't play any more." He looked at Jack.
"Nobody's going to hold a kangaroo court on Tom. Hear?"
Billy One stirred.
"Quiet, boy."
"Sure," said Billy easily.
"I've said the core of it, y'all know that." He dropped into a chair.
"Come sit here, Tom; you look as though you need a drink."
I suppose I did; we both did. And it was half past three in the morning. I took the chair he offered and accepted the drink, then I said, "If you want to know what happened to Debbie why don't you ask her?"
I was now facing Billy One across the table. He laid his hands flat.
"That's just it, son. She's not around to be asked."
"Jesus!" said Billy, and stared at Jack.
"Your little girl runs away again, and you jerk me from making the sweetest deal you ever saw?"
The tic convulsed Jack's cheek; he looked defeated.
"Tell him. Billy One," he said in an old man's voice.
Billy One stared at the back of his hands. He said slowly, "We weren't sure at first, not really, not even this afternoon when.. " He looked up at me.
"Now you're here we're pretty sure Debbie's been kidnapped."
Suddenly it all did not seem real. My head swam for a moment as a host of questions crowded in. I picked the first at random.
"Who by?"
"Who the hell knows?" said Frank disgustedly.
"Kidnappers don't hand out business cards."
He was right; it was a stupid question. Billy said, "When?"
"Saturday, we think; maybe Sunday early." And today was late Monday or, rather, very early Tuesday. Billy One nodded down the table.
"Last one of us to see her was Joe's wife."
"Yeah," said Joe.
"Linda and Debbie went shopping Saturday morning Sakowitz
and Nieman-Marcus. They lunched together."
"Then what?" asked Billy.
Joe shrugged.
"Then nothing. Linda came home."
"Did she say what Debbie was going to do Saturday afternoon?"
"Debbie didn't tell her."
This did not seem to be getting anywhere. I cleared my throat, and said, "How do you know she's been kidnapped? Billy, here, jumped to the conclusion that she'd taken off again. So did I. So how do you know7' " Because the goddamn kidnappers told us," said Frank.
Billy One said, "We got a letter this… last afternoon least, Jack did. Tell the truth I don't think we believed it at first, neither of us. Thought it was some kind of hoax until we discovered she really wasn't around."
"Where was Debbie staying?"
"At my place," said Jack. He looked at me reproachfully.
"My girl was very unhappy."
"She was last seen by the family at midday on Saturday and it took you until Monday to find out she'd disappeared?" I looked at Jack.
"Wasn't her bed slept in?"
"Take it easy, Tom," said Billy One.
"We thought she'd gone back to you."
"She'd have left word," I said.
"She may be irresponsible, but she's not that irresponsible. When she left me she at least had the decency to leave a note telling me where she'd gone, if not why. What about her clothes? Didn't you check to see if any were missing? Or, more to the point, not missing?"
"Oh, Christ!" said Frank.
"She'd been living away. Who knew what clothes she had?" He waved an impatient hand.
"This is wasting time."
"I agree," I said emphatically^ "Have you notified the police?"
There was silence around the table and Jack evaded my eye. Finally Billy One said quietly, "Kidnapping is a federal offence."
I knew that; it had been a federal offence ever since the stink caused by the Lindbergh kidnapping.
"So?"
He tented his fingers.
"If it was just a matter for the State Police we'd be able to keep control we draw a lot of water here in Texas.
But once the Federal Government gets into the act and that means the FBI then anything could happen. Since Watergate every Government department has been as leaky as a goddamn sieve, and that damn fool, Carter, calls it open government. " In his voice was the contempt of the old- line Republican for a Democratic administration.
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