The next morning, Red's jet took off as scheduled on its way to Barcelona, Spain. Only Red and Dembe were aboard as Mr. Kaplan had been instructed to clean The Quartermaster's warehouse of any trace of Red, Dembe, Boz and his crew and, of course, dispose of the two bodies left there.
"Consider it done, Dearie," she had said, "Anything else?"
He had been about to say no when Dembe leaned in and whispered into his ear. "Excellent thinking, Dembe!" Instead he said, "Dembe says there's a virtual treasure trove of things squirreled away in those underground storage rooms. Please arrange to have everything moved to my storage facility in Seine St – Denis. Have it inventoried there and email me the product list. We'll let it be known I have those items for sale the next time we're in Paris."
Kate had allowed herself a small smile. "I guess that makes you the new 'Concierge of Crime.'"
Raymond had burst out laughing as he put his arm around Dembe's shoulders. "The Concierge of Crime! I like it!"
Dembe. Red looked fondly at him as he sat on the opposite side sipping a mug of tea while looking out the window. Sensing he was being watched, the younger man turned to face him. "I am sorry, Raymond, for the hurt I caused you. Maybe I should have mentioned that I saw Ferg…Spencer and recognized him, but I was determined that I would take care of it myself."
"Only to find out that the very person you were searching for was the man with whom I was doing business. Take it as a lesson learned. We wasted precious time, my brother, time we could have spent together because you kept a secret between us. I've gotten over the hurt, but what I want is for there to be no more secrets. I don't need or want the details of your younger years if you don't wish to share them with me, but please, if you ever see someone else from your past, tell me. I'll handle the situation however you like, but just tell me."
Dembe crossed over to sit next to Raymond. He stuck out his hand. "I promise: No more secrets."
Red took Dembe's hand, shook it and then pulled him into a hug. Kissing his cheek, he said, "I'll hold you to that."