Free Jack Morgan 02 - Private London by James Patterson Page A

mine on that bumpy flight. She was like a completely different person.
    ‘Hannah Shapiro,’ I said. ‘Registered at Chancellors University under the name “Hannah Durrant”.’
    ‘Why the name change?’ asked Lucy.
    ‘Her father is Harlan Shapiro. A very wealthy West Coast industrialist. Electronic systems. Communications.’
    ‘And …?’ Wendy Lee asked.
    I took a sip of my coffee, remembering what Jack had told me the night before. Hannah’s mother hadn’t died of cancer like she had told me on the flight. She had died in circumstances almost too horrific to take in.
    ‘A good few years ago,’ I replied, ‘on Hannah’s twelfth birthday, she and her mother were kidnapped. A ransom was demanded. A ransom that her father didn’t pay.’
    ‘What happened?’ Lucy again. Sam wasn’t saying anything – I’d briefed him last night. He knew who Chloe was, too – and what she meant to me.
    ‘The people who took them, Vincent Cabrello and John Santini, were a couple of low-life hoodlums who had fallen foul of some connected people in New York State. They hightailed it over to the West Coast to lie low, enjoy some sunshine and make what they figured would be some easy pickings.’
    ‘And they picked on Hannah Shapiro and her mother?’ Suzy asked.
    I nodded. ‘The kidnapping wasn’t planned. Hannah and her mother weren’t specifically targeted.’
    ‘Opportunistic?’
    ‘Seems that way. They were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Cabrello and Santini, pumped up on speed and bourbon, waited in their van in an underground car park. They just planned to take the first likely candidate they saw. They figured that anybody shopping in this particular mall would have serious money, and they were right …’
    I pointed at the picture of Hannah. ‘They hit the jackpot with Hannah and Jessica Shapiro. Only trouble was, they were bringing another lightning storm down on their heads at the same time. And this one they wouldn’t be able to run away from.’
    ‘Jack Morgan,’ Sam grunted.

Chapter 31
    I NODDED.
    ‘Jessica Shapiro told her captors exactly who she and Hannah were, what they were worth and said she was a hundred per cent certain that her husband would pay the ransom.’
    ‘But he didn’t,’ Wendy Lee said.
    ‘No. John Santini contacted Harlan Shapiro and gave him a couple of days to come up with the money. No police or all bets were off and then he would be collecting his wife and daughter in plastic bags. Given their history as enforcers for East Coast organised crime it was no idle threat. Not that Harlan Shapiro knew that, of course. He is a man used to getting his own way.’
    I took a sip of my coffee. ‘Harlan Shapiro decided to make a stand. Like his government he was going to stand firm in the face of terrorism, as he saw it. He needed a private detective agency known for getting the job done. One that would not hesitate if lethal force was required. One that wouldn’t be hamstrung with legal bureaucracy and Miranda rights, etc., etc. One that would get his wife and daughter back safe. He never believed that if he paid the money the kidnappers would make good on their promise. Most likely he was right.’
    ‘Wouldn’t be the first time,’ Sam agreed.
    ‘Yeah, so he went to a private-investigation outfit he had used a few times before. Run by a guy called Prentiss who assigned Jack Morgan to the case.
    ‘Right off the bat Jack advised Harlan Shapiro to pay the ransom. From what he had heard of the operation he deduced they were dealing with a couple of chancers whose ambitions far outstretched their likely experience. Pay the ransom and he could practically guarantee they would trace the kidnappers down, recover the money and deliver them to justice.’
    ‘But Shapiro didn’t listen to him?’ asked Suzy.
    I shook my head. ‘No. He didn’t.’
    ‘Jack obviously managed to get them back, though?’ asked Lucy puzzled.
    ‘Not entirely. He saved Hannah. But not before