Chapters (99)
- About the Author
- Also by John Connolly
- THE NAMELESS ONES
- John Connolly
- Dedication
- Contents
- Author’s Note
- I
- Chapter I
- Chapter II
- Chapter III
- Chapter IV
- Chapter V
- Chapter VI
- Chapter VII
- Chapter VIII
- Chapter IX
- Chapter X
- Chapter XI
- Chapter XII
- Chapter XIII
- Chapter XIV
- Chapter XV
- Chapter XVI
- Chapter XVII
- Chapter XVIII
- Chapter XIX
- Chapter XX
- Chapter XXI
- Chapter XXII
- Chapter XXIII
- Chapter XXIV
- Chapter XXV
- Chapter XXVI
- Chapter XXVII
- Chapter XXVIII
- Chapter XXIX
- Chapter XXX
- Chapter XXXI
- Chapter XXXII
- Chapter XXXIII
- II
- Chapter XXXIV
- Chapter XXXV
- Chapter XXXVI
- Chapter XXXVII
- Chapter XXXVIII
- Chapter XXXIX
- Chapter XL
- Chapter XLI
- Chapter XLII
- Chapter XLIII
- Chapter XLIV
- Chapter XLV
- Chapter XLVI
- Chapter XLVII
- Chapter XLVIII
- III
- Chapter XLIX
- Chapter L
- Chapter LI
- Chapter LII
- Chapter LIII
- Chapter LIV
- Chapter LV
- Chapter LVI
- Chapter LVII
- Chapter LVIII
- Chapter LIX
- Chapter LX
- Chapter LXI
- Chapter LXII
- Chapter LXIII
- Chapter LXIV
- Chapter LXV
- Chapter LXVI
- Chapter LXVII
- IV
- Chapter LXVIII
- Chapter LXIX
- Chapter LXX
- Chapter LXXI
- Chapter LXXII
- Chapter LXXIII
- Chapter LXXIV
- Chapter LXXV
- Chapter LXXVI
- Chapter LXXVII
- Chapter LXXVIII
- Chapter LXXIX
- Chapter LXXX
- Chapter LXXXI
- Chapter LXXXII
- Chapter LXXXIII
- Chapter LXXXIV
- Chapter LXXXV
- Chapter LXXXVI
- Chapter LXXXVII
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
‘You really think Frend would risk his daughter’s life by not telling us about it?’
‘Frend is shrewd – maybe not as shrewd as he thinks he is, which puts him in the same category as ninety-nine percent of humanity, but still, shrewder than most. He knows we’re holding his daughter, but has only our word that we’ll release her if he does as we ask. He’s forfeited a lot of information to us, some of which may even be accurate, but he’ll hold back enough to enable him to play us, if he has to. It’s what I would do, in his position.’
‘But you don’t have a child,’ said Angel. ‘You can’t be sure what a father would do to save his daughter.’
‘You may be right,’ said Louis, ‘but I’ve met a lot of men like Anton Frend, and they never fail to disappoint. They become corrupted, and that corruption taints every relationship they have. He won’t sacrifice everything for Pia. He’ll sacrifice a lot, but not all he has. And like I said, he’s also sharp. At this moment, he’s figuring out the angles.’
‘Which are?’
‘First, go to the police or a crisis management firm: the latter’s more likely than the former, given the company Frend keeps, but either would cause us problems. Second, do exactly as we say, but that’s not in his nature. Third, come clean to the Vuksans, and use them to try and turn the tables on us, but that would be risky.’
‘Why?’
‘Because they’d view him as a liability, and probably get rid of him. He’d have to use the passports as bargaining chips – safe passage for the Vuksans in exchange for their help in securing his daughter’s return – but they’d be more likely to tear out his fingernails to force the delivery of the documents.’
Angel watched Louis’s expression change, which meant that he’d just spotted a fourth option.
‘Or?’ Angel prompted.
‘Or,’ said Louis, ‘it could be that I have the second choice wrong. Why not just do as we say? As long as the Vuksans are alive, Frend is in danger. Even if he does obtain new identities for them, it will be assumed that he knows the names on the passports, and where the Vuksans are hiding. He’ll never be able to sleep peacefully again because he and his family will always be in danger. Better to let us kill the Vuksans and put an end to the whole rotten business. But just in case we fuck up, or try to double-cross him—’
‘A tripwire.’
‘Yeah, but not the email, because then he has no deniability with the Vuksans. There’s something else we’re not seeing.’