as probably related to the same people who were following you。 He didn't say much。〃
She parked in the short…term section near the terminal。
〃Who else would follow him？〃 Mitch asked。
〃No one。 He was a good investigator who left no trail。 I mean； he was an ex…cop and an ex…con。 He was very street…smart。 He got paid to follow people and collect dirt。 No one followed him。 Never。〃
〃So who killed him？〃
〃Whoever was following him。 The paper made like he got caught snooping on some rich guy and was wasted。 It's not true。〃
Suddenly； from out of nowhere； she produced a filter…tip 1000 and shot a flame at the end。 Mitch rolled down the window。
〃Mind if I smoke？〃 she asked。
〃No； just blow it that way；〃 he said； pointing to her window。
〃Anyway； I'm scared。 Eddie was convinced the people following you are extremely dangerous and extremely smart。 Very sophisticated； was what he said。 And if they killed him； what about me？ Maybe they think I know something。 I haven't been to the office since the day he was killed。 Don't plan to go back。〃
〃I wouldn't if I were you。〃
〃I'm not stupid。 I worked for him for two years and learned a lot。 There's a lot of nuts out there。 We saw all kinds。〃
〃How did they shoot him？〃
〃He's got a friend in Homicide。 Guy told me confidentially that Eddie got hit three times in the back of the head； point…blank range； with a 。22 pistol。 And they don't have a clue。 He told me it was a very clean； professional job。〃
Mitch finished the longneck and laid the bottle on the floorboard with a half dozen empty beer cans。 A very clean； professional job。
〃It doesn't make sense；〃 she repeated。 〃I mean； how could anyone sneak up behind Eddie； somehow get in the back seat and shoot him three times in the back of the head？ And he wasn't even supposed to be there。〃
〃Maybe he fell asleep and they ambushed him。〃
〃No。 He took all kinds of speed when he worked late at night。 Stayed wired。〃
〃Are there any records at the oflice？〃
〃You mean about you？〃
〃Yeah； about me。〃
〃I doubt it。 I never saw nothing in writing。 He said you wanted it that way。〃
〃That's right；〃 Mitch said with relief。
They watched a 727 lift off to the north。 The parking lot vibrated。
〃I'm really scared； Mitch。 Can I call you Mitch？〃
〃Sure。 Why not？〃
〃I think he got killed because of the work he did for you。 That's all it could be。 And if they'd kill him because he knew something； they probably assume I know it too。 What do you think？〃
〃I wouldn't take any chances。〃
〃I might disappear for a while。 My husband does a little nightclub work； and we can get mobile if we have to。 I haven't told him all this； but I guess I have to。 What do you think？〃
〃Where would you go？〃
〃Little Rock； St。 Louis； Nashville。 He's laid off； so we can move around； I guess。〃 Her words trailed off。 She lit another one。
A very clean； professional job； Mitch repeated to himself。 He glanced at her and noticed a small tear on her cheek。 She was not ugly； but the years in lounges and nightclubs were taking their toll。 Her features were strong； and minus the bleach and heavy makeup she would be somewhat attractive for her age。 About forty； he guessed。
She took a mighty drag and sent a cloud of smoke surging from the Rabbit。 〃I guess we're in the same boat； aren't we？ I mean； they're after both of us。 They've killed all those lawyers； now Eddie； and I guess we're next。〃
Don't hold back； baby； just blurt it out。 〃Look； let's do this。 We need to keep in touch。 You can't call me on the phone； and we can't be seen together。 My wife knows everything； and I'll tell her about this little meeting。 Don't worry about her。 Once a week； write me a note and tell me where you are。 What's your mother's name？〃
〃Doris。〃
〃Good。 That's your code name。 Sign the name Doris on anything you send me。〃
〃Do they read your mail too？〃
〃Probably so； Doris； probably so。〃
19
AT five P。M。； Mitch turned off the light in his office； grabbed both briefcases and stopped at Nina's desk。 Her phone was glued to one shoulder while she typed on the IBM。 She saw him and reached in a drawer for an envelope。 〃This is your confirmation at the Capital Hilton；〃 she said into the receiver。
〃The dictation is on my desk；〃 he said。 〃See you Monday。〃 He took the stairs to the fourth floor； to Avery's office in the corner； where a small riot was in progress。 One secretary stuffed files into a massive briefcase。 Another one spoke sharply to Avery； who was yelling on the phone to someone else。 A paralegal shot orders to the first secretary。
Avery slammed the phone down。 〃Are you ready！〃 he demanded at Mitch。
〃Waiting for you；〃 Mitch replied。
〃I can't find the Greenmark file；〃 a secretary snarled at the paralegal。
〃It was with the Rocconi file；〃 said the paralegal。
〃I don't need the Greenmark file！〃 Avery shouted。 〃How many times do I have to tell you？ Are you deaf？〃
The secretary glared at Avery。 〃No； I can hear very well。 And I distinctly heard you say； Tack the Greenmark file。' 〃
〃The limousine is waiting；〃 said the other secretary。
〃I don't need the damned Greenmark file！〃 Avery shouted。
〃How about Rocconi？〃 asked the paralegal。
〃Yes！ Yes！ For the tenth time。 I need the Rocconi file！〃
〃The airplane is waiting too；〃 said the other secretary。
One briefcase was slammed shut and locked。 Avery dug through a pile of documents on his desk。 〃Where's the Fender file？ Where are any of my files？ Why can't I ever find a file？〃
〃Here's Fender；〃 said the first secretary as she stmTed it into another briefcase。
Avery stared at a piece of notepaper。 〃All right。 Do I have Fender； Rocconi； Cambridge Partners； Greene Group； Sonny Capps to Otaki； Burton Brothers； Galveston Freight and McQuade？〃
〃Yes； yes； yes；〃 said the first secretary。
〃That's all of them；〃 said the paralegal。
〃I don't believe it；〃 Avery said as he grabbed his jacket。 〃Let's go。〃 He strode through the door with the secretaries； paralegal and Mitch in pursuit。 Mitch carried two briefcases； the paralegal had two； and a secretary had one。 The other secretary scribbled notes as Avery barked the orders and demands he wanted carried out while he was away。 The entourage crowded onto the small elevator for the ride to the first floor。 Outside； the chauifeur sprang into action； opening doors and loading it all in the trunk。
Mitch and Avery fell into the back seat。
〃Relax； Avery；〃 Mitch said。 〃You're going to the Caymans for three days。 Just relax。〃
〃Right； right。 I'm taking with me enough work for a month。 I've got clients screaming for my hide； threatening suits for legal malpractice。 I'm two months behind； and now you're leaving for four days of boredom at a tax seminar in Washington。 Your timing is great； McDeere。 Just great。〃
Avery opened a cabinet and mixed a drink。 Mitch declined。 The limo moved around Riverside Drive in the rush…hour traffic。 After three swallows of gin； the partner breathed deeply。
〃Continuing education。 What a joke；〃 Avery said。
〃You did it when you were a rookie。 And if I'm not mistaken； you spent a week not long ago at that international tax seminar in Honolulu。 Or did you forget？〃
〃It was work。 All work。 Are you taking your files with you？〃
〃Of course； Avery。 I'm expected to attend the tax seminar eight hours a day； learn the latest tax revisions Congress has bestowed upon us and in my spare time bill five hours a day。〃
〃Six； if you can。 We're behind； Mitch。〃
〃We're always behind； Avery。 Fix another drink。 You need to unwind。〃
〃I plan to unwind at Rumheads。〃
Mitch thought of the bar with its Red Stripe； dominoes； darts and； yes； string bikinis。 And the girl。
〃Is this your first flight on the Lear？〃 Avery asked； more relaxed now。
〃Yes。 I've been here seven months； and I'm just now seeing the plane。 If I had known this last March； I'd have gone to work with a Wall Street firm。〃
〃You're not Wall Street material。 You know what those guys do？ They've got three hundred lawyers in a firm； right？ And each year they hire thirty new associates； maybe more。 Everybody wants a job because it's Wall Street； right？ And after about a month they get all thirty of them together in one big room and inform them they're expected to work ninety hours a week for five years； and at the end of five years； half of them will be gone。 The turnover is incredible。 They try to kill the rookies； bill them out at a hundred； hundred…fifty an hour； make a bundle off them； then run them off。 That's Wall Street。 And the little boys never get to see plane。 Or limo。 You are truly lucky； Mitch。 You should thank God every day that we chose to accept you here at good old Bendini； Lambert & Locke。〃
〃Ninety hours sounds like fun。 I could use the rest。〃
〃It'll pay off。 Did you hear what my bonus was last year？〃
〃No。〃
〃Four…eight…five。 Not bad； huh？ And that's just the bonus。〃
〃I got six thousand；〃 Mitch said。
〃Stick with me and you'll be in the big leagues soon enough。〃
〃Yeah； but first I gotta get my continuing legal education。〃
Ten minutes later the