Eddie looked him over and turned back to Raider. “You have about five seconds to explain, or Jonny here starts shooting.”

“It’s been too long,” Jonny agreed congenially. “My trigger finger is starting to itch.” He seemed more dressed up than usual in gray slacks and a button-down shirt, and his blondish-gray hair was smoothed back. Maybe he had a date later. Raider’s research showed that Jonny liked petite blondes and seemed to fall in love fast.

Wolfe drew out a chair, flipped it around, and straddled it. “I work for Mr. Times’s partner.”

Eddie stilled. “You have a partner.”

Raider tried to blush and took the other seat. “Yeah. A normally silent one, but he wasn’t happy with the amount of funds I let you transfer yesterday, and he sent Wolfe to gather more information. To meet you.”

Eddie leaned back, looking from Raider to Wolfe. “I don’t do business with silent partners. We meet, or no dice.”

Wolfe smiled, and the sight was chilling. “I’m the face and voice of my boss. The only chance you’ll ever have to meet him is in hell, and hopefully none of us are going there for a while.” He turned and faced Jonny P directly. “Up to you.”

Man, Wolfe was a frightening bastard when he wanted to be. Raider aimed for an earnest expression. “I’ve done business for five years with Wolfe and my partner, and that’s how I’ve built the organization so quickly. Too quickly, since we need your help laundering the money.”

“For now,” Wolfe interjected.

Raider leaned in. “The Thailand and India projects are mine. My partner wants nothing to do with those kinds of enterprises.” If he could get Eddie to open up about the trafficking, maybe they wouldn’t need to hit the computer. “You and I have that in common and maybe could expand our business relationship beyond laundering.” He kicked back as if this were a casual meeting about office supplies. Being too eager with Eddie would tip him off.

Eddie looked at Wolfe. “What’s the name of your boss? Maybe I’ve heard of him.”

“He has no name, face, or voice,” Wolfe said. “I’m it. All you’ve got. If you want fifty percent of the funds”—he cut Raider an irritated look—“then it’s me or nothing. I can be a good friend to have, Eddie Coonan.”

If that wasn’t a threat, Raider didn’t know what was. “I like you, Eddie. I think we could do some very profitable business together.”

“You should’ve told me you had a partner,” Eddie said, his expression harsh. His frown cleared. “With him throwing in Wolfe here, he doesn’t trust you?”

“Oh, he trusts me,” Raider said easily. “Otherwise, one of us would’ve killed the other by now.”

Wolfe nodded. “True statement. We’re great partners to have.”