friend.”
“You were taken in then, just like everybody else? You never suspected the truth?”
Turnbull sounded skeptical.
“Why are you asking me, if you already know the answers?” Tom snapped. “I don’t want
to
talk
about
Harry
Renwick.”
54 james twining
“Talk to me about Cassius then,” Turnbull pressed. “Tell me what you knew about him.”
Tom took a deep breath and tried to calm himself.
“Everyone in the business knew Cassius. Knew of him, that is, because nobody had ever seen him. Or rather, not seen him and lived.”
“He was a ruthless, murdering bastard, that’s who he was,” said Archie. “His crew had a crooked finger in every crooked scam going. Thefts, forgeries, grave robbing, smuggling— you name it. And if you didn’t play along, well . . . I heard he once put a man’s eyes out with a fountain pen for not authenticating a forged Pisanello drawing he was trying to shift.”
“No one realized that all along Cassius was Uncle—was Renwick.”
“Have you spoken to him since?”
Tom gave a short laugh. “Last time I saw him, he was trying to shoot me—right up until I severed his hand in a vault door. We’re not exactly on speaking terms anymore.”
“Yeah, I’ve read the FBI case file on what happened in Paris.” Tom met his eye, surprised. “Believe it or not, we do occasionally share information with our American colleagues,” Turnbull explained with a wry smile. “Especially now he’s made their Most Wanted list.”
“And what did the file say?”
“That, although a known thief, you cooperated with the
U.S. government to help recover five priceless gold coins stolen from Fort Knox. And that during the course of that investigation, you helped unmask Renwick as Cassius and apprehend a rogue FBI agent.”
“And Renwick? What did it say about him?”
“Not much more than what you’ve just told us. That’s the problem. We’ve picked up on some rumors, but that’s it. That his syndicate has disintegrated. That he’s lost everything. That he’s on the run.”
“From you?” “Us, Interpol, the Yanks—the usual suspects. But
we’re not the only ones.” “What do you mean?”
55 the black sun
“We’ve intercepted messages from a group of people who seem to be trying to hunt Renwick down.”
“The coded Personals ads in the Tribune ?”
“You know about those?” Turnbull’s surprise was evident.
“Only since yesterday. Any ideas on who’s running them?”
“They’re sent by post. Typed. Standard HP laser printer. Different country of origin each time. Could be anyone.”
“Well, I don’t care either way.” Tom shrugged. “Whoever gets him first will be doing us all a favor. Good luck to them.”
“Except that this isn’t just about Renwick. Despite what the media might say, not all terrorists wave a Kalashnikov in one hand and a Koran in the other. Kristall Blade is a violent, fanatical sect bent on restoring the Third Reich, whatever the cost. Up till now they’ve remained in the shadows, carrying out deadly but mainly small-scale operations within a limited geographical area. Our sources tell us that this is about to change. They are looking to fund a massive expansion of their activities, in terms of personnel, size of target, and geographic reach. If Renwick’s helping them to achieve their goal, we’ll all pay the price.”
“And what do you expect me to do about it?”
“We’d like your help. You know Renwick better than anyone, understand him and his methods and the world he operates in. We need to find out what he’s working on with Hecht before it’s too late. I suggest you start by looking at these hospital murders.”
Tom laughed and shook his head. “Look, I’m sorry, but I investigate stolen art, not stolen arms. No one wants to see Renwick stopped more than I do, but I’m not getting involved. That life’s behind me.”
“Behind us both,” Archie chimed in, thumping the seat next to him for
“You were taken in then, just like everybody else? You never suspected the truth?”
Turnbull sounded skeptical.
“Why are you asking me, if you already know the answers?” Tom snapped. “I don’t want
to
talk
about
Harry
Renwick.”
54 james twining
“Talk to me about Cassius then,” Turnbull pressed. “Tell me what you knew about him.”
Tom took a deep breath and tried to calm himself.
“Everyone in the business knew Cassius. Knew of him, that is, because nobody had ever seen him. Or rather, not seen him and lived.”
“He was a ruthless, murdering bastard, that’s who he was,” said Archie. “His crew had a crooked finger in every crooked scam going. Thefts, forgeries, grave robbing, smuggling— you name it. And if you didn’t play along, well . . . I heard he once put a man’s eyes out with a fountain pen for not authenticating a forged Pisanello drawing he was trying to shift.”
“No one realized that all along Cassius was Uncle—was Renwick.”
“Have you spoken to him since?”
Tom gave a short laugh. “Last time I saw him, he was trying to shoot me—right up until I severed his hand in a vault door. We’re not exactly on speaking terms anymore.”
“Yeah, I’ve read the FBI case file on what happened in Paris.” Tom met his eye, surprised. “Believe it or not, we do occasionally share information with our American colleagues,” Turnbull explained with a wry smile. “Especially now he’s made their Most Wanted list.”
“And what did the file say?”
“That, although a known thief, you cooperated with the
U.S. government to help recover five priceless gold coins stolen from Fort Knox. And that during the course of that investigation, you helped unmask Renwick as Cassius and apprehend a rogue FBI agent.”
“And Renwick? What did it say about him?”
“Not much more than what you’ve just told us. That’s the problem. We’ve picked up on some rumors, but that’s it. That his syndicate has disintegrated. That he’s lost everything. That he’s on the run.”
“From you?” “Us, Interpol, the Yanks—the usual suspects. But
we’re not the only ones.” “What do you mean?”
55 the black sun
“We’ve intercepted messages from a group of people who seem to be trying to hunt Renwick down.”
“The coded Personals ads in the Tribune ?”
“You know about those?” Turnbull’s surprise was evident.
“Only since yesterday. Any ideas on who’s running them?”
“They’re sent by post. Typed. Standard HP laser printer. Different country of origin each time. Could be anyone.”
“Well, I don’t care either way.” Tom shrugged. “Whoever gets him first will be doing us all a favor. Good luck to them.”
“Except that this isn’t just about Renwick. Despite what the media might say, not all terrorists wave a Kalashnikov in one hand and a Koran in the other. Kristall Blade is a violent, fanatical sect bent on restoring the Third Reich, whatever the cost. Up till now they’ve remained in the shadows, carrying out deadly but mainly small-scale operations within a limited geographical area. Our sources tell us that this is about to change. They are looking to fund a massive expansion of their activities, in terms of personnel, size of target, and geographic reach. If Renwick’s helping them to achieve their goal, we’ll all pay the price.”
“And what do you expect me to do about it?”
“We’d like your help. You know Renwick better than anyone, understand him and his methods and the world he operates in. We need to find out what he’s working on with Hecht before it’s too late. I suggest you start by looking at these hospital murders.”
Tom laughed and shook his head. “Look, I’m sorry, but I investigate stolen art, not stolen arms. No one wants to see Renwick stopped more than I do, but I’m not getting involved. That life’s behind me.”
“Behind us both,” Archie chimed in, thumping the seat next to him for
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