Highway Robbery (10 page)

"Which wound up in Mickey Vane's apartment," Joe said.

"When they came to take Matt in for questioning," Felix went on, "and I heard what the evidence was against him, things that I had supplied, I almost blurted out the truth right then and there. But - I couldn't. Just didn't have the guts, I guess."

"Are you willing to tell the sheriff everything you've told us?" Frank asked.

"If I do, will I still have to go to jail?"

Frank leaned closer over Felix's chair. "Felix, I'm not going to lie to you," he said in a quiet voice. "You committed a felony, and that's probably going to mean a prison term. But if you have no previous record and you help us now and agree to testify against Gerard and his gang, they'll take that into account. You won't do as much time as you would otherwise."

"It doesn't matter," Felix said. "I'll do whatever you want. I owe Matt that much, anyway."

"That's the truth," muttered Brady. He had been glaring at Felix all during the painful confession.

"Lighten up, Brady," Joe cautioned. "Remember, you gave Matt some grief, too."

Brady flushed. "Yeah, you're right. Sorry, Kinney. So, what now? We call the sheriff and dump this in his lap and he grabs Gerard, huh?"

"That's one way to go," said Frank. "But there are a couple of things I don't like about it."

"Such as?" asked Joe.

"First, some of those hoods who tried to kill us might get away if they aren't all tied up in a neat bundle. And second," Frank said, grinning at Joe, "we're missing a chance to rub MacReedy's nose in it by handing him the whole thing on a platter. I mean, how sore is he going to be when we give him his collar?"

Joe grinned back. "He'd have to smile and say Thank you.' Beautiful! How do we set it up?"

"With Felix's help," Frank said, looking at the bookkeeper. "If he's willing."

"I'm willing," Felix said. "What can I do?"

"You can tip Gerard off that a really major shipment of Ultratech products is going out of here tomorrow. Can you arrange that?"

"Sure!" Felix had lost his hangdog look, and now seemed eager to help. "I could fake a cargo manifest and route it anywhere you want."

"Then what?" asked Brady.

"We send out a truck as bait," Frank explained, "and pick a route with a likely spot for an ambush. Pat drives the truck, like on the other hauls, and we follow it - Tony, Joe, me - "

"Count me in on this one," growled Brady. "I want a piece of Gerard myself."

"The more the better," Frank told him. "Anyway, tomorrow morning, we call MacReedy and tell him to arrest Gerard at his office and then meet us where the ambush is likely to happen, with a load of deputies and a net. That way we get the whole bunch, and MacReedy has to thank us and apologize to Matt."

"That last part is my favorite," said Joe. "I might want to get that on videotape."

Felix sat down at his computer console. "I'll put that phony cargo manifest together now."

"Great!" Joe turned to Hal Brady. "You have an idea about the route? It should be mostly heavily traveled roads, except for one stretch that's a hijacker's dream. We want to pinpoint where they'll grab us as close as we can."

The trucker thought a bit, then smiled. "I got just the route for the job. I drive it a lot, and it's perfect. Mostly superhighway, except for five miles of local roads, made to order for a thief."

"Fantastic!" exclaimed Frank. "Felix can print it out for Gerard when he's finished with the manifest."

"This manifest won't take me long," said Felix. He bent over his console and began working the keyboard. "I'm putting enough audio equipment in this shipment to make Gerard's mouth water."

Frank sat on a corner of the desk, watching Kinney work and admiring his expert handling of the computer. Joe paced back and forth in the little room, and Hal Brady lounged by the window, staring out at the deserted street.

Suddenly Brady stiffened. Leaning forward, he pressed closer to the window. "Hey! We got trouble!" he whispered.

Frank, Joe, and Felix all stopped what they were doing.

"What's up?" Frank asked, standing quickly and going over to Brady.

Brady jerked a thumb out the window. "It's that bruiser of Gerard's - Turk. He just parked a car outside, and he's headed this way!"

Frank glanced quickly out the window. The short, muscular hood was walking across the parking area! Felix jumped up nervously. "What's he doing here now?" he asked.

"We can't let him see us here!" snapped Joe. "Let's wait in the next office. You, too, Brady! Felix, just act natural."

"But - "

"Remember, Turk thinks you're on his side. As long as he thinks that, everything will be fine," said Frank.

Felix still looked shaky.

"Turk isn't exactly a brain surgeon," Joe told the accountant, pausing in the doorway. "String him along. You can do it, Felix. We're counting on you."

Felix licked his lips and nodded. The other three slipped into the next office and quietly closed the connecting door.

In the dark room, Hal Brady muttered, "I sure hope he doesn't blow it."

"Sssh!" Frank hissed. A second later they heard Felix speak.

"Turk! What brings you down here this late?"

"Mr. Gerard wants some stationery with Lombard Hauling printed on it. He got an idea, and he said you'd probably be here."

"Stationery? Sure thing." A desk drawer slid open. "Here you go. Turk, wait a minute!"

"Uh-oh," Brady whispered.

"What is it, Kinney? I gotta get back. Mr. Gerard told me to hurry."

"I have big news for Mr. Gerard, Turk. He'll want to know."

Frank held his breath. What was Felix doing?

"Tell Mr. Gerard that we're sending out a big order from Ultratech tomorrow. I just heard about it. In fact" - there was a sound of paper tearing - "give Mr. Gerard this. It's a copy of the list of goods going out on the truck. Tell him I'll have the exact route the truck is taking later and I'll drop off a copy for him."

"Okay," said Turk, and a door closed.

Several seconds later Felix opened the connecting door. "Come on out. He's gone."

"Why did you tell Turk about the shipment now?" Joe demanded, stepping angrily into Felix's office.

"Why not?" asked Felix.

"Because it's the middle of the night, that's why not!" Joe was hot. "That's got to sound fishy."

Felix shook his head. "Not fishy," he said, "just urgent. And that'll make the hijack harder for Gerard to resist."

"All right, Felix," Frank said, giving Joe a look that said "Back off." "You did good work there. Now, let Brady give you that route so you can pass it on. Then we can finally get out of here and - "

The phone rang on Felix's desk. Felix picked it up. "Hello? Yes, Mr. Simone - just a second." He handed the phone to Joe, explaining, 'It's Matt Simone. He and Mike just got home."

"Let's set up a meeting here first thing in the morning to get ourselves organized," Frank suggested.

Joe nodded and spoke into the phone. "Hello, Matt? There's been a lot going on. If you can be here at seven tomorrow morning with Mike, Pat, and Tony, we'll fill you in and tell you what we're setting up. . . . No, it's too complicated to tell you now. . . . Let's just say we hope to wrap the whole thing up by late tomorrow afternoon. . . . Right . . . See you in the morning."

He hung up.

"Seven a.m., huh? I'll be here," said Brady. "Guess I'll apologize to Matt for starters."

Felix sighed. "I'd better be here, too - if Matt will let me on the premises, that is."

"Hang in there, Felix," Frank said. "We will need you in the morning, and I'm sure Matt will see that you're trying to make up for what you did."

"Get some sleep, everybody," advised Joe. "I figure we're going to need it."