“Tell your friend to keep his hands to himself.” Calmly, Jonas pulled a chair up to the table. “Why don’t you introduce me, Liz?” When she could do no more than stare at him, he settled back. “I’m Jonas Sharpe. Liz and I are partners.” He leveled his gaze to Manchez. This was the man, he thought, whom he’d come thousands of miles to see. This was the man he’d kill. Jonas felt the hatred and the fury rise. But he knew how to strap the emotions and wait. “I believe you knew my brother.”

Manchez’s hand dropped from Liz’s and went to his side. “Your brother was greedy and stupid.”

Liz held her breath as Jonas reached in his pocket. Slowly, he pulled out his cigarettes. “I’m greedy,” he said easily as he lit one. “But I’m not stupid. I’ve been looking for you.” He leaned across the table. With a slow smile, he offered Manchez the cigarettes.

Manchez took one and broke off the filter. His hands were beautiful, with long spidery fingers and narrow palms. Liz fought back a shudder as she looked at them. “So you found me.”

Jonas was still smiling as he ordered a beer. “You need a diver.”

Scott sent Manchez a warning look. “We have a diver.”

“What you have is a team. Liz and I work together.” Jonas blew out a stream of smoke. “Isn’t that right, Liz?”

He wanted them. He wasn’t going to back off until he had them. And she had no choice. “That’s right.”

“We don’t need no team.” Manchez started to rise.

“You need us.” Jonas took his beer as it was served. “We already know a good bit about your operation. Jerry wasn’t good at keeping secrets.” Jonas took a swig from the bottle. “Liz and I are more discreet. Five thousand a drop?”

Scott waited a beat, then held a hand up, signaling Manchez. “Five. If you want to work as a team, it’s your business how you split it.”

“Fifty-fifty.” Liz spread her fingers around Jonas’s beer. “One of us goes down, one stays in the dive boat.”

“Tomorrow night. Eleven o’clock. You come to the shop. Go inside. You’ll find a waterproof case. It’ll be locked.”

“So will the shop,” Liz put in. “How does the case get inside?”

Manchez blew smoke between his teeth. “I got no problem getting in.”

“Just take the case,” Scott interrupted. “The coordinates will be attached to the handle. Take the boat out, take the case down, leave it. Then come back up and wait exactly an hour. That’s when you dive again. All you have to do is take the case that’s waiting for you back to the shop and leave it.”

“Sounds smooth,” Jonas decided. “When do we get paid?”

“After you do the job.”