rid of her, but she has other talents.â
The driver laughed. She looked at him. He was big, Hispanic. She could see tattoos on the fingers of his right hand as he droveâa crucifix, ace of spades. On the back of his wrist, the letters MS in gothic script.
âRomero,â Cavanaugh said. âLetâs go uptown. Take your time.â
To her, he said, âItâs Lisa, right?â That was the name sheâd given him on the phone. âGood enough for purposes of conversation, I guess. I wonât ask your last name. That was too bad about Hector Suarez. I heard what happened. How long did you know him?â
When theyâd first spoken, heâd wanted a contact, someone sheâd known. She given him Hectorâs name, but then regretted it. It had felt like a betrayal.
âLong enough.â
âOur paths crossed every once in a while, but he never mentioned you. Youâre a pleasant surprise.â
âI made a mistake,â she said. Then to the driver, âPull over here. Iâm getting out.â
âHold on,â Cavanaugh said. âRomero, keep going, itâs all right.â He turned to her. âSorry. But hey, we donât really know each other. You canât blame me for trying to sound you out a little. How do I know youâre not a law enforcement officer?â
âI could ask the same.â
âFair enough.â They turned into Central Park on the transverse road, Romero watching her in the rearview.
âSo, letâs talk,â Cavanaugh said. âYou implied you had some funds youâre looking to invest, short term.â
âThatâs right.â
âHow much are we talking about?â
âSix figures.â
âLow six or high?â
âLow.â
He thumbed his soul patch. âThis isnât my main line of the work, you know. I just do it as a sideline sometimes, for friends.â
âWeâre not friends.â
âNo, but that could change. How temporary an investment are we talking about?â
âShort as possible. I need a quick turnover.â
âThatâs always a problem. Itâll affect the exchange rate.â
She didnât respond. She was liking it less every minute.
âWhatâs the heat level?â he said.
âBills are untraceable for the most part. Unsequenced. But the majority of them are new.â
âAcquired where?â
âDoes that matter?â
âIf it was around here, it does.â
âIt wasnât.â
âDenominations?â
âTwenties mostly. Some tens.â
âIf the heatâs low, why exchange them?â
âI like to be careful.â
Theyâd come out on the other side of the park. Romero got on the West Side Highway north. They passed the Ninety-sixth Street exit, and she thought about her apartment at 108th and Broadway, where sheâd lived as Roberta Summersfield only four months ago. It felt like years.
âAs I said, this isnât my main line. And even though I believe everything youâre saying, I canât be certain, you know? There might be an issue with the money youâre not telling me.â
âThere isnât.â
âAnd a rush job, too. It increases my risk, becauseââ
âName the rate.â
He stroked his chin again. They passed Grantâs Tomb, the George Washington Bridge looming in the distance.
âWell,â he said. âQuick turnaround, that amount, Iâd say ten cents on the dollar. Thatâs all I could give you.â
âForget it.â
âYou think you can get a better deal, go find it.â
âFor ten cents on a dollar, Iâll take my chance with the bills.â
âYou could do that.â He looked out the window.
âYouâll come out way ahead on this however it goes,â she said. âYou know that. Fifty and we keep talking.â
âFifty?â He looked back at her.
Legs McNeil, Jennifer Osborne, Peter Pavia