The Millionaires - Brad Meltzer [129]
Behind Oliver, a car horn beeped twice. Through the slats in the wood fence that surrounded the entire pool area, Joey spotted Gillian’s sky blue Beetle pull up to the swinging gate that led out to the parking lot.
Oliver didn’t have to say a word. Charlie started running.
Joey studied Oliver, looking for his weakness. But after all the time chasing him, she already knew it. “The more you run, the less likely you’ll ever get your old life back.”
To her surprise, Oliver didn’t flinch. He just watched Charlie. The instant his brother cut through the fence, Oliver took another look at Joey. “Stay the hell away from us,” he warned.
His gun was still on her as he ran backwards toward the car. And before Joey could react, the car door slammed, tires spun, and Oliver, Charlie, and Gillian were gone.
“Joey, are you okay?” Noreen interrupted through the earpiece.
Ignoring the question, Joey ran toward the opening in the fence. “Damn!” she shouted as she watched Gillian’s car bounce over the speedbumps and make its way out onto the street. Like a bullet, Joey took off for her own car, which was double-parked in front of the building. But just as she turned the corner, she spotted the new flat tires on her two rear wheels.
“Oh, screw me,” she mumbled to herself. “Noreen, call triple-A.”
“You got it.”
“And the millisecond you hang up, I want you to start checking…”
“… Gallo and DeSanctis. Already on it,” Noreen explained. “I started the instant Charlie said the words.”
“And what’d you think of his reaction when I mentioned Lapidus?” Joey asked.
“All I got was silence.”
“You should’ve seen the look on his face.”
“Okay, I’ll take a peek at Lapidus too. By the way, did you know the offices of Duckworth’s last job are only twenty minutes away?”
“Beautiful—that’s what I want to hear,” Joey said as she ran back to get her gun off the roof. “And what about his daughter? Any gossip on her?”
“See, that’s what doesn’t make sense,” Noreen answered. “While you were dealing with the Wonder Twins, I’ve been digging through birth certificates, driver’s licenses, even tax records of Duckworth’s family. I’m not sure what Charlie was talking about, but according to everything I can find—Marty Duckworth doesn’t have a daughter.”
“Pardon?”
“I’m telling you, Joey—I checked it a dozen times—according to every government and private database, Gillian Duckworth doesn’t exist.”
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Brandt! How you feeling, you old fart?” Gallo announced, his wide grin highlighting the brand-new chip in his front tooth.
“Jimmy-boy!” Katkin said, enveloping Gallo in a back-patting bear hug. Pulling him into his office at Five Points Capital, Katkin asked, “What brings your fat ass back this far south?”
Gallo glanced at DeSanctis, then back to Katkin. “You mind if I shut the door, Brandt?”
Watching his friend, Katkin stopped. “If this is about Duckworth…”
“So they were already here?”
“The two kids with the dye jobs? First thing this morning. I’ll tell ya, I knew something wasn’t right. Then when I got the call from you—”
“Was there anyone else with them?” DeSanctis interrupted.
“You mean besides the daughter?”
Once again, Gallo shot a quick look at his partner. “What did she say?” he asked Brandt.
“Not much. The kid with the dark hair spent most of the time fishing. All the daughter did was sit there. She was cute, though—kinky hair, understated, but also real fire in her eyes. She watched me like a cat—know what I’m saying? Nothing like her dad. Why, you think she’s got something going?”
“That’s what we’re trying to figure out,” Gallo explained. “Three days ago, an account with Duckworth’s name on it disappeared from New York. Today, this… this daughter won’t sit still for a single question.”
“Any idea where they were headed?” DeSanctis asked. “Any other contacts you may have for Duckworth?”
Katkin crossed around to his desk and clicked through the electronic database on his computer. “All I have here is his home, and some old work address—”
“Neowerks,” Gallo interrupted. “That’s right—I almost forgot