Free The God Complex: A Thriller by Murray McDonald Page B

“She’ll have you for that.”
    “Do you think?” Travis asked with a grin.
    Vince looked at where Paula had stood. “Have you?” he asked again. Travis smiled, but before he could answer, his phone rang. “Travis Davies,” he answered.
    “Mr . Director, it’s Cash.”
    “About fucking time!”
    “Rigs updated you?”
    “ You’re kidding, right? I’ve got a six word transcript in front of me!”
    “I’m sorry , sir,” said Cash looking forlornly at Rigs. Sometimes he wished Rigs was normal; it would save Cash having to do all the explaining. “It’s been a tough night.”
    “Sorry, of course, your father . My condolences.”
    “Thank you , sir. I’m fine, which is more than can be said for the assassins who attacked us last night. One dead here and another three dead in a car we passed two blocks from here.”
    “I expect nothing less .”
    “It wasn’t us .”
    “So who?”
    “No idea,” said Cash quickly. He was flicking through the files as he spoke. Rigs looked at him with some concern but
    Cash shook his head and motioned for Rigs not to interrupt him.
    “Anything else?” asked Travis.
    “No , sir.”
    “Keep in touch,” said Travis .
    “Why didn’t you tell him about all this?” asked Rigs , thumbing through the papers.
    “Because ,” Cash flicked back the few pages he had just thumbed through and turned them to face Rigs.
    “What?” he asked , glancing at the pages. He let out a low whistle. “Shit!”
    “Yep, we’d have implicated ourselves as part of the hit team.”
    “So the President was the target?”
    Cash shook his head . “Publicly maybe but no, I think the target was the telescope. Come on, let’s get this stuff out of here before the cops arrive.”
    “Travis?” asked Rigs.
    “He’d have killed us first.”
    “Good point ,” said Rigs.
    “But he did send us here …” Cash considered. “You drive,” he said, throwing Rigs the keys.
    “We were an obvious choice , given your father.”
    “True . Twelve blocks west and then hang a left to get us back to the hotel.” He returned his attention to the files.
    “Oh my God,” he said after a couple of minutes.
    “What?”
    “The Vice President, it’s all linked to the disarmament!”
    “ He’s pro-gun,” said Rigs.
    Cash shook his head in despair . “It’s all bullshit, unless you received a $5 million dollar payment as disclosed here?”
    “ Don’t think so.”
    “ Well I certainly didn’t get the $6 million they’re saying I got!”
    “They paid you more than me ?!”
    “No,” replied Cash . “Nobody paid us anything, Rigs.”
    “Yes , but they didn’t pay you more than me!”
    “Six is more than five, so yes they did pay me more than you.”
    “Yes, that’s what I said. They didn’t pay you…more than me.”
    “What?”
    “They paid you virtually more than me.”
    “Virtually, six is quite a lot more than five .” Cash grinned.
    “You ’re fucking with me, aren’t you?”
    Cash nodded.
    “Did they even pay you six?”
    “No,” laughed Cash . “They didn’t pay me five, exactly the same as you.”
    “I’m please d to see you can see the funny side of this,” Rigs said. “We’re being set up as fall guys.”
    “ We’ve got their evidence, plus we didn’t get the money, we can prove that.”
    Rigs pulled to a stop at the hotel lobby . “Let me see the transfers.”
    Cash handed them over and waited while Rigs used his smart phone to access his bank account. The money wasn’t there.
    “See,” said Cash, we’re fine.
    Rigs kept scrolling through his account. Several seconds later, he turned the phone around so Cash could see the screen.
    “At 5:01 this morning $5,000,000.00 was deposited into my account before being redirected to another account at the same time, which I guess from the code is a numbered private account.”
    “So if anyone checks , you received $5 million dollars ?”
    “Try yours,” advised Rigs.
    “I’ll have to call them, I don’t