An Absence of Light

“Malibu. Malibu. This is Com One.”

Wade instinctively put one hand up to his headphones and frowned in puzzlement at his copilot They both recognized Kalatis’s voice.

“Malibu, this is Com One. Do you read me?”

“Yeah, Com One, this is Malibu. Go ahead.”

“There is an intrusion at your destination.” Kalatis’s voice was slow and deliberate. “Proceed to alternate field.”

Wade shot his copilot a look of astonishment.

“Malibu, do you read me?”

“This is Malibu, I read you. I am now proceeding to alternate destination.” He paused. “You need to confirm this with on-board security. Stand by.”

Wade turned and looked back over his right shoulder again and met the gaze of the Doberman. He tapped his headphones and motioned for the Doberman to come up. The man unhurriedly unbuckled his seat belt and stood, crouching as he started forward. His face was expressionless-it was always expressionless. When he stopped behind Wade’s seat his bulk filled the entire aisle space.

“You’d better listen to this,” Wade said as the copilot took off his headset and handed it to the Doberman who was now leaning inside the cockpit “It’s Com One. Identify yourself first,” Wade said, as the man put on the headset and adjusted the microphone.

“This is Malibu security.”

Wade remained half-turned in his seat and watched him as he listened to Kalatis relate the exact same words he had just told Wade. The Doberman had no reaction. He simply said:

“Malibu security confirms a Com One directive to proceed to alternate destination.”

That was it. He jerked off the headset and gave it to the copilot and turned around and went back to his seat Wade rolled his eyes at his copilot. Kalatis had a collection of these kinds of guys. It was like having a collection of ugly beetles. They all talked in this quasi-military jargon, and they all took themselves very seriously. Well, shit, they were carrying a lot of money.

The copilot gave Wade the new coordinates, and he put the Malibu into a long, gentle bank. The pile of glitter that was downtown Houston slowly changed its orientation outside Wade’s window. Now it was more forward, and it would stay that way until he banked one more time and headed into the runway. Then the city lights would be directly in his line of sight, just above the instrument panel. Now, with the change of plans, the new ETA put them thirty-five minutes out.

Panos Kalatis sat shirtless in his radio room, staring at the panel of dials in front of him, and calculating the odds of the success of several alternative moves. Suddenly he was perspiring, but he was as calm as a philosopher. The report of the flares over Las Copas had been entirely unexpected and had initiated a flurry of activity at the beach house. Jael was now hurrying back and forth between the house to the twin-engine pontoon plane waiting at the dock, loading last-minute cargo which included everything from their next change of clothes to the code-books of Kalatis’s foreign bank accounts. The final hours had arrived, a little ahead of time, to be sure, but not unplanned for.

He always had overplanned his operations, and they always had proceeded with a smoothness in which he took a great deal of pride. Tonight had been no different Instead of three security guards at Las Copas, he had six. They were his most trusted employees and had been with him longer than anyone, even longer than he and Strasser had been together. All six of them were pilots and any of them could have flown the Malibu or the Mooney MSE or the Pilatus. Which, of course, was all part of the plan. All of them would have taken part in the executions.

But now, none of them would, and what was worse, they had gone into Las Copas by boat. For all practical purposes, they were out of the picture for good. Even if the flares were not a raid, even if they were some kind of diversion and nothing else happened-which Kalatis doubted-his six most reliable men would never be able to make it back in time to help him. Kalatis was about to accelerate the evening’s events. He would now have to rely heavily on the three men he had been planning to have killed on Las Copas, the three guards who were responsible for getting the money and the clients from the hotels to the airports. But that did not bother Kalatis. They did not know he had been planning to kill them, so there was no harm done.