On that platform was a naked girl dancing to the strong beat of the music which was now playing. What caught my attention, however, was a small nozzle which moved around her dance platform spraying into the air and coating the dancer’s body with a mixture of water and oil. LED lights along the track of the nozzle caused the mist– and the dancer’s body– to shimmer with reds, greens, yellows, and blues.
A flash of anger almost overwhelmed me as I recognized the basic machine as the same as what I had seen in the apartment below when Little D was kidnapped. My anger must have been evident on my face because Finn suddenly pushed back slightly from the table and said, "What’s wrong, W? You look like you want to kill me."
I forced my anger back down inside me and said calmly– at least I hoped it sounded calm– "You modified one of those," I pointed to the platforms. "... to cut through a concrete floor. I need to know who you built it for."
"W," Finn said, shaking his head, "you above all should know that I can’t divulge my clients’ names."
"Your device was used to kidnap my niece, Finn," I said through gritted teeth. "While she was in my care. If I don’t find her, I will make sure this factory– and you– are reduced to dust."
"Holy shit, W," he said excitedly, "I didn’t know. I was told it was for a rescue attempt for some rich Arab." He leaned in and spoke softly. "Everything was done through an intermediary. I never met the client and have no idea who it was."
"Who was the intermediary?" I asked firmly.
"The Gasman," Finn answered, looking around to ensure that he wasn’t overheard. "He’s here in London. But I swear to you, W, I didn’t know it was for a snatch. I thought it was a rescue."
"If you’re lying to me..." I said firmly.
"Swear on all that’s holy," Finn quickly responded as he hurried away.
"It’s time for me to go," I said to Tatiana and started to get up. She grabbed my arm and said, "No, wait!" and practically pulled me back into my seat. Finn was starting to introduce the next act and the house lights had once again dimmed.
"Let me see your card," Tat said quickly, almost urgently. I pulled one of my cards out of my pocket and set it on the table. It was hard to read the embossed W in the dim light. Tat pointed to herself and then turned my card upside down so the W was now an M, more or less. Then she pointed both fingers toward her eyes and laid her hand over the card with her fingers spread.
I looked directly into her eyes and she nodded her head very slowly. "Sis, what in the hell have you gotten me mixed up with?" I muttered as I rose once again and walked to the elevator. In an "eyes only" fashion, Tatiana Malala had just told me that she was an MI5 undercover agent. I had a feeling I would be hearing from her again.
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