Bahama Crisis

Jack took a folded letter and tossed it on to the table. I grabbed it and read it with Billy peering over my shoulder. It was in typescript, addressed to Mr. John D. Cunningham, and written with a stilted formality which contrasted oddly with the rawness of the contents.

"Dear Mr. Cunningham, You will have difficulty in believing this but we have in our possession the person of your daughter, Deborah Mangan. In short, we have kidnapped her. In the belief that you will want her back unharmed we now give you our terms. They are not subject to negotiation.

You will cause your so n-in-law, Thomas Mangan, to travel to Houston.

How you do this is your concern. We will know when he has arrived.

Our price for your daughter's safety and, possibly, her life is the person of Thomas Mangan delivered to us intact and unhurt. Your daughter will then be returned in fair exchange.

You will be notified as to the manner of this transaction upon the arrival of Mr. Mangan in Texas.

It goes without saying that the police should not be informed of these arrangements nor should any of those steps be taken which might seem obvious in such a dramatic situation as this.

You will understand my motives in not signing this communication.

"

"For Christ's sake!" said Billy. He looked at me with a baffled expression.

"Who'd…" He stopped and shook his head in wonder.

"I don't know." What I did know was the reason for Jack Cunningham's peremptory summons to Houston.

"You must be quite a guy," said Frank, his tone belying his words. He looked around the table.

"Any hoodlum knows a Cunningham woman is worth hard cash money. How much? Quarter of a million dollars? Half a million? A million? Christ, we'd pay five million if we had to.

Course, any hoodlum with sense would know he wouldn't live long enough to spend it, no matter which way the ball bounced. But this guy would rather have Mangan than the dough. " He eyed me challengingly.

"So what the hell makes you so valuable?"

"Cut it out," said Billy.

Billy One said pointedly, "We want to make friends and influence people."

"Yeah," said Billy.

"Tom hasn't said much yet. He hasn't said he wants any part of this."

"He's not a man if he runs out," said Frank hotly.

"Oh, I don't know," said Billy in a detached voice.

"How much would you do for a wife who's run out on you?"

For some reason that seemed to hit Frank where it hurt. He flushed and was about to say something, but thought better of it and sat back in his chair, drumming his fingers on the table. From which I gathered that Frank had marital troubles of his own.

There was a long silence. Jack Cunningham sat at the head of the table, looking along its length with dead eyes; Billy pulled the letter closer and read it again; Frank fidgeted while Billy One studied him with watchful eyes. The rest, the family underlings, said nothing.

Billy One sat upright, apparently satisfied that Frank had shot his bolt, at least temporarily.

"Okay, Tom." His voice was neutral but not unfriendly.

"Frank has a point, you know. What makes you so valuable that someone would kidnap a Cunningham to get you?"

That was a good question and I did not have an answer.

"I don't know," I said flatly.

"You know who I am and what I do. Jack had me thoroughly investigated, didn't he? Twice. Once before the merger and again before the wedding. You don't think I can't recognize private detectives when they're floating around my hotels?"

Billy One smiled slightly.

"You checked out fine," he said.

"Both times."

"It wasn't necessary," I said.

"All you had to do was to come to me and ask. My life is a pretty open book. But I thought that if that's the way you operate, then that's the way you operate, and there was nothing I could do about it. Which isn't to say I liked it."

"We didn't give a damn if you liked it or not," said Frank.

Jack said, "That will be enough, Frank."

Jack was dead against the marriage," said Billy One.

"He had his reasons. Frank was, too; but Billy was for it he thought you were a right guy. Me, I had no druthers either way. As it turned out, what we all thought didn't matter a damn because Debbie got her own way, as always."

He reached out and poured a measure of whisky into a glass.

"Now, we've gotten two things here, both separate I think. Debbie left you, and she's been kidnapped. Can you think of any connection?"

"No," I said.

"As you know, I've had my hands full lately you've read the reports and perhaps I couldn't, or didn't, give Debbie enough of my time. That's what she thought, anyway, so she quit. But I don't know why she should be kidnapped with me as ransom. That fits nowhere."

Has anything out of the ordinary happened lately? "

"Yes," said Billy.

"Tell him about Kayles."

So I told the story of me and Kayles. When I had finished Frank said, "And this guy is still loose?"

"Yes- so far."

"That's it, then," he said.

"There's your answer."

"What would Kayles want with me?" I demanded, and prodded at the ransom demand on the table.