id a puter printout under the very pointed and proper nose of
Randolph Osgood。 She had circled an unusual transfer of ten million。 Unusual because the money in this account did not normally return to the United States and unusual because it went to a bank they had； never dealt with。 Osgood studied the printout and called Memphis。 Mr。 Tolar was on leave of absence； the secretary informed him。 Then Nathan Locke？ he asked。 Mr。 Locke is out of town。 Victor Milligan？ Mr。 Milligan is away also。
Osgood placed the printout in the pile of things to do tomorrow。
Along the Emerald Coast of Florida and Alabama； from the outskirts of Mobile east through Pensacola； Fort Walton Beach； Destin and Panama City； the warm spring night had been peaceful。 Only one violent crime along the coast。 A young woman was robbed； beaten and raped in her room at the Perdido Beach Hilton。 Her boyfriend； a tall blond…headed man with strong Nordic features； had found her bound and gagged in her room。 His name was Rimmer； Aaron Rimmer； and he was from Memphis。
The real excitement of the night was a massive manhunt in the Mobile area for the escaped murderer； Ray McDeere。 He had been seen arriving at the bus station after dark。 His mug shot was on the front page of the morning paper； and before ten； three witnesses had e forth and reported sightings。 His movements were traced across Mobile Bay to Foley； Alabama； then to Gulf Shores。
Since the Hilton is only ten miles from Gulf Shores along Highway 182； and since the only known escaped murderer was in the vicinity when the only violent crime occurred； the conclusion was quick and inescapable。 The hotel's night clerk made a probable ID of Ray McDeere； and the records reflected that he checked in around nine…thirty as a Mr。 Lee
Stevens。 And he paid cash。 Later； the victim checked in and was attacked。 The victim also identified Mr。 Ray McDeere。 The night clerk remembered that the victim asked about a Rachel James； who checked in five minutes before the victim and paid cash。 Rachel James vanished sometime during the night without bothering to check out。 Likewise for Ray McDeere； alias Lee Stevens。 A parking…lot attendant made a probable ID of McDeere and said he got in a white four…door Cutlass with a woman between midnight and one。 Said she was driving and appeared to be in a hurry。 Said they went east on 182。
Calling from his room on the sixth floor of the Hilton； Aaron Rimmer anonymously told a Baldwin County sheriff's deputy to check the car rental panies in Mobile。 Check them for an Abby McDeere。 That's your white Cutlass； he told him。
From Mobile to Miami； the search began for the Cutlass rented from Avis by Abby McDeere。 The sheriffs investigator promised to keep the victim's boyfriend； Aaron Rimmer； posted on all developments。
Mr。 Rimmer would wait at the Hilton。 He shared a room with Tony Verkler。 Next door was his boss； DeVasher。 Fourteen of his friends sat in their rooms on the seventh floor and waited。
It took seventeen trips from the apartment to the U…Haul； but by noon the Bendini Papers were ready for shipment。 Mitch rested his swollen legs。 He sat on the couch and wrote instructions to Tammy。 He detailed the transactions at the bank and told her to wait a week before contacting his mother。 She would soon be a millionaire。
He set the telephone in his lap and prepared himself for an unpleasant task。 He called the Dane County Bank and asked for Harold Sutherland。 It was an emergency； he said。
〃Hello；〃 his father…in…law answered angrily。
〃Mr。 Sutherland； this is Mitch。 Have you…〃
〃Where's my daughter。 Is she okay？〃
〃Yes。 She's fine。 She's with me。 We'll be leaving the country for a few days。 Maybe weeks。 Maybe months。〃
〃I see；〃 he replied slowly。 〃And where might you be going？〃
〃Not sure。 We'll just knock around for a while。〃
〃Is something wrong； Mitch？〃
〃Yes； sir。 Something is very wrong； but I can't explain now。 Maybe one of these days。 Watch the newspapers closely。 You'll see a major story out of Memphis within two weeks。〃
〃Are you in danger？〃
〃Sort of。 Have you received any unusual wire transfers this morning？〃
〃As a matter of fact we have。 Somebody parked a million bucks here about an hour ago。〃
〃That somebody was me； and the money is yours。〃
There was a very long pause。 〃Mitch； I think I deserve an explanation。〃
〃Yes； sir； you do。 But I can't give you one。 If we make it safely out of the country； you'll be notified in a week or so。 Enjoy the money。 Gotta run。〃
Mitch waited a minute and called Room 1028 at the Holiday Inn； Panama City Beach。
〃Hello。〃 It was Abby。
〃Hi； babe。 How are you？〃
〃Terrible； Mitch。 Ray's picture is on the cover of every newspaper down here。 At first it was the escape and the fact that someone saw him in Mobile。 Now the TV news is claiming he is the prime suspect in a rape last night。〃
〃What！ Where！〃
〃At the Perdido Beach Hilton。 Ray caught that blonde following me into the hotel。 He jumped her in her room and tied her up。 Nothing serious。 He took her gun and her money； and now she's claiming she was beaten and raped by Ray McDeere。 Every cop in Florida is looking for the car I rented last night in Mobile。〃
〃Where's the car？〃
〃We left it about a mile west of here at a big condo development。 I'm so scared； Mitch。〃
〃Where's Ray？〃
〃He's lying on the beach trying to sunburn his face。 The picture in the paper is an old one。 He's got long hair and looks real pale。 It's not a good picture。 Now he's got a crew cut and he's trying to turn pink。 I think it will help。〃
〃Are both rooms in your name？〃
〃Rachel James。〃
〃Listen； Abby。 Forget Rachel and Lee and Ray and Abby。 Wait until almost dark； then leave the rooms。 Just walk away。 About a half a mile east is a small motel called the Blue Tide。 You and Ray enjoy a little walk on the beach until you find it。 You go to the desk and get two rooms next to each other。 Pay in cash。 Tell them your name is Jackie Nagel。 Got that？ Jackie Nagel。 Use that name； because when I get there I'll ask for it。〃
〃What if they don't have two rooms next to each other？〃
〃Okay； if anything goes wrong； two doors down is another dump called the Seaside。 Check in there。 Same name。 I'm leaving here now； say one o'clock； and I should be there in ten hours。〃
〃What if they find the car？〃
〃They'll find it； and they'll throw a blanket over Panama City Beach。 You've got to be careful。 After dark； try to sneak into a drugstore and buy some hair dye。 Cut your hair extremely short and dye it blond。〃
〃Blond！〃
〃Or red。 I don't give a damn。 But change it。 Tell Ray not to leave his room。 Do not take any chances。〃
〃He's got a gun； Mitch。〃
〃Tell him I said not to use it。 There will be a thousand cops around there； probably tonight。 He can't win a gunfight。〃
〃I love you； Mitch。 I'm so scared。〃
〃It's okay to be scared； babe。 Just keep thinking。 They don't know where you are； and they can't catch you if you move。 I'll be there by midnight。〃
Lamar Quin； Wally Hudson and Kendall Mahan sat in the conference room on the third floor and contemplated their next move。 As senior associates； they knew about the fifth floor and the basement； about Mr。 Lazarov and Mr。 Morolto； about Hodge and Kozinski。 They knew that when one joined ； one did not leave。
They told their stories about the Day。 They pared it to the day they learned the sad truth about Santa Claus。 A sad and frightening day； when Nathan Locke talked to them in his office and told them about their biggest client。 And then he introduced them to DeVasher。 They were employees of the Morolto family； and they were expected to work hard； spend their handsome paychecks and remain very quiet about it。 All three did。 There had been thoughts of leaving； but never serious plans。 They were family men。 In time； it sort of went away。 There were so many clean clients to work for。 So much hard； legitimate work。
The partners handled most of the dirty work； but growing seniority had brought increasing involvement in the conspiracy。 They would never be caught； the partners assured them。 They were too smart。 They had too much money。 It was a perfect cover。 Of particular concern at the conference table was the fact that the partners had skipped town。 There was not a single partner in Memphis。 Even Avery Tolar had disappeared。 He had walked out of the hospital。
They talked about Mitch。 He was out there somewhere； scared and running for his life。 If DeVasher caught him； he was dead and they would bury him like Hodge and Kozin…ski。 But if the feds caught him； they got the records； and they got ； which； of course； included the three of them。
What if； they speculated； no one caught him？ What if he made it； just vanished？ Along with his documents； of course。 What if he and Abby were now somewhere on a beach； drinking rum and counting their money？ They liked this thought and talked about it for a while。
Finally； they decided to wait until tomorrow。 If Mitch was gunned down somewhere； they would stay in Memphis。 If he was never found； they would stay in Memphis。 If the feds caught him； they would hit the road；