〃Yes； every partner knows and plays by the rules。 We suspect that most of the associates know； but it's hard to tell。 There's so much we don't know； Mitch。 I can't explain how operates and who's in on it。 But we strongly suspect a lot of criminal activity down there。〃
〃Such as？〃
〃Tax fraud。 They do all the tax work for the Morolto bunch。 They file nice； neat； proper…looking tax returns each year and report a fraction of the ine。 They launder money like crazy。 They set up legitimate businesses with dirty money。 That bank in St。 Louis； big client； what is it？〃
〃mercial Guaranty。〃
〃Right； that's it。 Mafia…owned。 Firm does all its legal work。 Morolto takes in an estimated three hundred million a year from gambling； dope； numbers^ everything。 All cash； right？ Most of it goes to those banks in the Caymans。 How does it move from Chicago to the islands？ Any idea？ The plane； we suspect。 That gold…plated Lear you flew up here on runs about once a week to Georgetown。〃
Mitch sat straight and watched Tarrance； who was out of hearing range and standing now on the footbridge。 〃So why don't you get your indictments and bust it all up？〃
〃We can't。 We will； I assure you。 I've assigned five agents to the project in Memphis and three here in Washington。 I'll get them； Mitch； I promise you。 But we must have someone from the inside。 They are very smart。 They have plenty of money。 They're extremely careful； and they don't make mistakes。 I am convinced that we must have help from you or another member of 。 We need copies of files； copies of bank records； copies of a million documents that can only e from within。 It's impossible otherwise。〃
〃And I have been chosen。〃
〃And you have been chosen。 If you decline； then you can go on your way and make plenty of money and in general be a successful lawyer。 But we will keep trying。 We'll wait for the next new associate and try to pick him off。 And if that doesn't work； we'll move in on one of the older associates。 One with courage and morals and guts to do what's right。 We'll find our man one day； Mitch； and when that happens we'll indict you along with all the rest and ship your rich and successful ass off to prison。 It will happen； son； believe me。〃
At that moment； at that place and time； Mitch believed him。 〃Mr。 Voyles； I'm cold。 Could we walk around？〃
〃Sure； Mitch。〃
They walked slowly to the sidewalk and headed in the direction of the Vietnam Memorial。 Mitch glanced over his shoulder。 Tarrance and the other agent were following at a distance。 Another agent in dark brown sat suspiciously on a park bench up the sidewalk。
〃Who was Anthony Bendini？〃 Mitch asked。
〃He married a Morolto in 1930。 The old man's son…in…law。 They had an operation in Philadelphia back then； and he was stationed there。 Then； in the forties； for some reason； he was sent to Memphis to set up shop。 He was a very good lawyer； though； from what we know。〃
A thousand questions flooded his brain and fought to be asked。 He tried to appear calm； under control； skeptical。
〃What about Oliver Lambert？〃
〃A prince of a guy。 The perfect senior partner； who just happened to know all about Hodge and Kozinski and the plans to eliminate them。 The next time you see Mr。 Lambert around the office； try to remember that he is a cold…blooded murderer。 Of course； he has no choice。 If he didn't cooperate； they'd find him floating somewhere。 They're all like that； Mitch。 They started off just like you。 Young； bright； ambitious； then suddenly one day they were in over their heads with no place to go。 So they play along； work hard； do a helluva job putting up a good front and looking like a real respectable little law firm。 Each year or so they recruit a bright young law student from a poor background； no family money； with a wife who wants babies； and they throw money at him and sign him up。〃
Mitch thought of the money； the excessive salary from a small firm in Memphis； and the car and low…interest mortgage。 He was headed for Wall Street and had been sidetracked by the money。 Only the money。
〃What about Nathan Locke？〃
The Director smiled。 〃Locke is another story。 He grew up a poor kid in Chicago and was running errands for old man Morolto by the time he was ten。 He's been a hood all his life。 Scratched his way through law school； and the old man sent him South to work with Anthony Bendini in the white…collar…crime division of the family。 He was always a favorite of the old man。〃
〃When did Morolto die？〃
〃Eleven years ago at the age of eighty…eight。 He has two slimy sons； Mickey the Mouth and Joey the Priest。 Mickey lives in Las Vegas and has a limited role in the family business。 Joey is the boss。〃
The sidewalk reached an intersection with another one。 In the distance to the left； the Washington Monument reached upward in the bitter wind。 To the right； the walkway led to the Wall。 A handful of people were now staring at it； searching for the names of sons and husbands and friends。 Mitch headed for the Wall。 They walked slowly。
Mitch spoke softly。 〃I don't understand how can do so much illegal work and keep it quiet。 That place is full of secretaries and clerks and paralegals。〃
〃Good point； and one I cannot fully answer。 We think it operates as two firms。 One is legitimate； with the new associates； most of the secretaries and support people。 Then； the senior associates and partners do the dirty work。 Hodge and Kozinski were about to give us plenty of information； but they never made it。 Hodge told Tarrance once that there was a group of paralegals in the basement he knew little about。 They worked directly for Locke and Milligan and McKnight and a few other partners； and no one was really sure what they did。 Secretaries know everything； and we think that some of them are probably in on it。 If so； I'm sure they're well paid and too scared to talk。 Think about it； Mitch。 If you work there making great money with great benefits； and you know that if you ask too many questions or start talking you wind up in the river； what do you do？ You keep your mouth shut and take the money。〃
They stopped at the beginning of the Wall； at a point where the black granite began at ground level and started its run of 246 feet until it angled into the second row of identical panels。 Sixty feet away； an elderly couple stared at the wall and cried softly。 They huddled together； for warmth and strength。 The mother bent down and laid a framed black…and…white photo at the base of the Wall。 The father laid a shoebox full of high school memorabilia next to the photo。 Football programs； class pictures； love letters； key rings and a gold chain。 They cried louder。
Mitch turned his back to the Wall and looked at the Washington Monument。 The Director watched his eyes。
〃So what am I supposed to do？〃 Mitch asked。
〃First of all； keep your mouth shut。 If you start asking questions； your life could be in danger。 Your wife's also。 Don't have any kids in the near future。 They're easy targets。 It's best to play dumb； as if everything is wonderful and you still plan to be the world's greatest lawyer。 Second； you must make a decision。 Not now； but soon。 You must decide if you will cooperate or not。 If you choose to help us； we will of course make it worth your while。 If you choose not to； then we will continue to watch until we decide to approach another associate。 As I said； one of these days we'll find someone with guts and nail those bastards。 And the Morolto crime family as we know it will cease to exist。 We'll protect you； Mitch； and you'll never have to work again in your life。〃
〃What life？ I'll live in fear forever； if I live。 I've heard stories of witnesses the FBI has supposedly hidden。 Ten years later； the car explodes as they back out the driveway to go to work。 The body is scattered over three blocks。 The Mob never forgets； Director。 You know that。〃
〃They never forget； Mitch。 But I promise you； you and your wife will be protected。〃
The Director looked at his watch。 〃You'd better get back or they'll be suspicious。 Tarrance will be in touch。 Trust him； Mitch。 He's trying to save your life。 He has full authority to act on my behalf。 If he tells you something； it's ing from me。 He can negotiate。〃
〃Negotiate what？〃
〃Terms； Mitch。 What we give you in return for what you give us。 We want the Morolto family； and you can deliver。 You name your price； and this government； working through the FBI； will deliver。 Within reason； of course。 And that's ing from me； Mitch。〃 They walked slowly along the Wall and stopped by the agent in the wheelchair。 Voyles stuck out his hand。 〃Look； there's a taxi waiting where you came in； number 1073。 Same driver。 You'd better leave now。 We will not meet again； but Tarrance will contact you in a couple of weeks。 Please think about what I said。 Don't convince yourself is invincible and can operate forever； because I will not allow it。 We will make a move in the near future； I promise that。 I just hope you're on our side。〃
〃I don't understand what I'm supposed to do。〃
〃Tarrance has the game plan。 A lot will depend upon you and what you learn once you're mitted。〃
〃mitted？〃
〃That's the word； Mitch。 Once yo