The Exchange: After The Firm

At the moment, though, he had no time to reminisce. The day had not been a complete waste but, so far, there seemed to be little to show for their efforts. There was no plan to meet the foreign minister or any of his senior advisers. Luca had made no progress on the same front in Rome. The Libyan ambassadors to both countries were either back home in Libya or globetrotting on official business. His law firm was supportive but seemed content to let him decide what to do. No one knew what to do. There was no guide or playbook. No lawyer at Scully had ever been down this road. Luca was quite ill and not emotionally stable, and for good reasons. Healthy and clearheaded, he was the one person who would know precisely the next five moves. Jack Ruch was a steady hand, but as the hours passed he was becoming more and more deferential to Mitch, as if he wanted some distance in case there was a bad outcome.

Mitch was making decisions with insufficient intelligence and no real clue as to their effectiveness. They could well be wrong. A bad ending was too awful to dwell on.

As always, when he was troubled he called his best friend and talked to Abby for half an hour. Clark and Carter had been fishing with Tanner. Her parents were finding it difficult to make the boys study, but having a grand time. It was like a vacation. Barry Ruch had left the island for a few days and they had the big house to themselves.

Chapter 31

At dawn, Mitch checked out of the hotel and got into the rear seat of the same Jaguar as the day before. Fortunately, the driver wasn’t much of a talker and the ride to Heathrow was quiet. At eight-fifteen, he boarded a Turkish Airlines flight to Istanbul, four hours nonstop. At customs there, he was greeted by a Lannak representative and led to an express lane where he was waved through with hardly a glance. He did look over his shoulder at the long lines behind him and was once again grateful he worked for an outfit like Scully. A black car was waiting near the terminal, and less than twenty minutes after touching down Mitch was on the phone as his driver zipped through traffic with little regard for speed limits and other annoyances.

Of course, a proud old company like Lannak would insist on being headquartered in a prestigious section of Istanbul’s central business district. There were several in the sprawling city of eleven million. Maslak was arguably the best known, and it was there that Omar Celik built a forty-story tower in 1990 and claimed the top half for Lannak, the family’s holding company.

Omar was away on business in Indonesia. In his absence, his son, Adem, was ostensibly in charge, though it was well known that his father kept virtually everything under his thumb. Adem was being groomed to take over one day, but Omar had many miles to go. Those close to him expected he would at least try to run things from the grave.

Adem was forty-four and had an American wife he’d met at Princeton, two teenage children in school in Scotland, and friends around the world. He and his wife fancied themselves an international couple and traveled extensively. Though they had an apartment in New York, Mitch and Abby had yet to entertain them. But they were on the list.

Adem welcomed Mitch to his splendid office on the thirty-fifth floor and inquired about lunch. It was almost 2 P.M. and Mitch had not eaten. Neither had Adem. They took the stairs up two floors and settled into the company’s small private dining room where a waiter took their orders and served ice water. The other six tables were empty. After some more of the obligatory small talk, Mitch went through the latest about Giovanna. The terrorists had made contact. There was a demand for $100 million in ransom, a threat, and a deadline. The questions began and Mitch had anticipated every one of them. Lunch arrived and they ignored it as the discussion continued.

Mitch had no idea why “they” would use Noura. They chose Scully because it is accessible, well known, and wealthy. Squeezing money out of Scully would be far more productive than hounding Luca, but the ransom demand was much too high. The British and Italian governments had been given most of the details, but neither was eager to jump into the middle of a mess over which they had no control. Both had tentatively agreed to work their diplomatic channels to push the Libyans into a settlement, but such efforts moved at a glacial pace even on a good day. So far, everyone seemed convinced that the terrorists were willing to carry out their threats. The Libyans had badly botched two rescue efforts.

It was not a hoax. Using his cell phone, Mitch showed Adem the video of Giovanna asking for help. Its date and time had been validated by private security. Obviously, its location was unknown.

After lunch, they walked down the stairs to Adem’s office and took off their jackets. Mitch handed over a brief memo outlining Lannak’s losses and claims on the bridge project. Adem had seen it all before.