accept。 That's normal procedure； ain't itt〃
〃Yes。 We'll handle that。 What about the salary？〃
〃Most impressed。 Highest one so far。 They talked and talked about the money。 Salary； retirement； mortgage； BMW； bonus； everything。 They couldn't believe it。 Kids must really be broke。〃
〃They are。 You think we got him； huh？〃
〃I'd bet on it。 He said once that may not be as prestigious as the ones on Wall Street； but the lawyers were just as qualified and a lot nicer。 I think he'll sign on； yeah。〃
〃Any suspicions？'*
〃Not really。 Quin evidently told him to stay away from Locke's office。 He told his wife that no one ever went in there but some secretaries and a handful of partners。 But he said Quin said Locke was eccentric and not that friendly。 I don't think he's suspicious； though。 She said seemed concerned about some things that were none of its business。〃
〃Such as？〃
〃Personal matters。 Children； working wives； etc。 She seemed a bit irritated； but I think it was more of an observation。 She told Mitch Saturday morning that she would be damned if any bunch of lawyers would tell her when to work and when to have babies。 But I don't think it's a problem。〃
〃Does he realize how permanent this place is？〃
〃I think so。 There was no mention of putting in a few years and moving on。 I think he got the message。 He wants to be a partner； like all of them。 He's broke and wants the money。〃
〃What about the dinner at my place？〃
〃They were nervous； but had a good time。 Very impressed with your place。 Really liked your wife。〃
〃Sex？〃
〃Every night。 Sounded like a honeymoon in there。〃
〃What'd they do？〃
〃We couldn't see； remember。 Sounded normal。 Nothing kinky。 I thought of you and how much you like pictures； and I kept telling myself we should've rigged up some cameras for old Ollie。〃
〃Shut up； DeVasher。〃
〃Maybe next time。〃
They were silent as DeVasher looked at a notepad。 He stubbed his cigar in the ashtray and smiled to himself。
〃All in all；〃 he said； 〃it's a strong marriage。 They seemed to be very intimate。 Your driver said they held hands all weekend。 Not a cross word for three days。 That's pretty good； ain't it？ But who am I？ I've been married three times myself。〃
〃That's understandable。 What about children？〃
〃Couple of years。 She wants to work some； then get pregnant。〃
〃What's your opinion of this guy？〃
〃Very good； very decent young man。 Also very ambitious。 I think he's driven and he won't quit until he's at the top。 He'll take some chances； bend some rules if necessary。〃
Ollie smiled。 〃That's what I wanted to hear。〃
〃Two phone calls。 Both to her mother in Kentucky。 Nothing remarkable。〃
〃What about his family？〃
〃Never mentioned。〃
〃No word on Ray？〃
〃We're still looking； Ollie。 Give us some time。〃
DeVasher closed the McDeere file and opened another； much thicker one。 Lambert rubbed his temples and stared at the floor。 〃What's the latest？〃 he asked softly。
〃It's not good； Ollie。 I'm convinced Hodge and Kozinski are working together now。 Last week the FBI got a warrant and checked Kozinski's house。 Found our wiretaps。 They told him his house was bugged； but of course they don't know who did it。 Kozinski tells Hodge last Friday while they're hiding in the third…floor library。 We got a bug nearby； and we pick up bits and pieces。 Not much； but we know they talked about the wiretaps。 They're convinced everything is bugged； and they suspect us。 They're very careful where they talk。〃
〃Why would the FBI bother with a search warrant？〃
〃Good question。 Probably for our benefit。 To make things look real legal and proper。 They respect us。〃
〃Which agent？〃
〃Tarrance。 He's in charge； evidently。〃
〃Is he good？〃
〃He's okay。 Young； green； overzealous； but petent！ He's no match for our men。〃
〃How often has he talked to Kozinski？〃
〃There's no way to know。 They figure we're listening； so everybody's real careful。 We know of four meetings in the last month； but I suspect more。〃
〃How much has he spilled？〃
〃Not much； I hope。 They're still shadowboxing。 The last conversation we got was a week ago and he didn't say much。 He's bad scared。 They're coaxing a lot； but not getting much。 He hasn't yet made the decision to cooperate。 They approached him； remember。 At least we think they approached him。 They shook him up pretty bad and he was ready to cut a deal。 Now he's having second thoughts。 But he's still in contact with them； and that's what worries me。〃
〃Does his wife know？〃
〃I don't think so。 She knows he's acting strange； and he tells her it's office pressure。〃
〃What about Hodge？〃
〃Still ain't talked to the Fibbies； as far as we know。 He and Kozinski talk a lot； or whisper； I should say。 Hodge keeps saying he's scared to death of the FBI； that they don't play fair and they cheat and play dirty。 He won't move without Kozinski。〃
〃What if Kozinski is eliminated？〃
〃Hodge will be a new man。 But I don't think we've reached that point。 Dammit； Ollie； he ain't some hotshot thug who gets in the way。 He's a very nice young man； with kids and all that。〃
〃Your passion is overwhelming。 I guess you think I enjoy this。 Hell； I practically raised these boys。〃
〃Well； get them back in line； then； before this thing goes too far。 New York's getting suspicious； Ollie。 They're asking a lot of questions。〃
〃Who？〃
〃Lazarov。〃
〃What have you told them； DeVasher？〃
〃Everything。 That's my job。 They want you in New York day after tomorrow； for a full briefing。〃
〃What do they want？〃
〃Answers。 And plans。〃
〃Plans for what？〃
〃Preliminary plans to eliminate Kozinski； Hodge and Tarrance； should it bee necessary。〃
〃Tarrance！ Are you crazy； DeVasher？ We can't eliminate a cop。 They'll send in the troops。〃
〃Lazarov is stupid； Ollie。 You know that。 He's an idiot； but I don't think we should tell him。〃
〃I think I will。 I think I'll go to New York and tell Lazarov he's a plete fool。〃
〃You do that； Ollie。 You do that。〃
Oliver Lambert jumped from his seat and headed for the door。 〃Watch McDeere for another month。〃
〃Sure； Ollie。 You betcha。 He'll sign。 Don't worry。〃
The Mazda was sold for two hundred dollars； and most of the money was immediately invested in a twelve…foot U…Haul rental truck。 He would be reimbursed in Memphis。 Half of the odd assortment of furniture was given or thrown away； and when loaded the truck held a refrigerator； a bed； a dresser and chest of drawers； a small color television； boxes of dishes； clothes and junk and an old sofa which was taken out of sentiment and would not last long in the new location。
Abby held Hearsay； the mutt； as Mitch worked his way through Boston and headed south； far south toward the promise of better things。 For three days they drove the back roads； enjoyed the countryside； sang along with the radio； slept in cheap motels and talked of the house； the BMW； new furniture； children； affluence。 They rolled down the windows and let the wind blow as the truck approached top speeds of almost forty…five miles per hour。 At one point； somewhere in Pennsylvania； Abby mentioned that perhaps they could stop in Kentucky for a brief visit。 Mitch said nothing； but chose a route through the Carolinas and Georgia； never venturing within two hundred miles of any point on the Kentucky border。 Abby let it pass。
They arrived in Memphis on a Thursday morning； and； as promised； the black 318i sat under the carport as though it belonged there。 He stared at the car。 She stared at the house。 The lawn was thick； green and neatly trimmed。 The hedges had been manicured。 The marigolds were in bloom。
The keys were found under a bucket in the utility room； as promised。
After the first test drive； they quickly unloaded the truck before the neighbors could inspect the sparse belongings。 The U…Haul was returned to the nearest dealer。 Another test drive。
An interior designer； the same one who would do his office； arrived after noon and brought with her samples of carpet； paint； floor coverings； curtains； drapes； wallpaper。 Abby found the idea of a designer a bit hilarious after their apartment in Cambridge； but played along。 Mitch was immediately bored； and excused himself for another test drive。 He toured the tree…lined； quiet； shady streets of this handsome neighborhood of which he was now a member。 He smiled as boys on bicycles stopped and whistled at his new car。 He waved at the postman walking down the sidewalk sweating profusely。 Here he was； Mitchell Y。 McDeere； twenty…five years old and one week out of law school； and he had arrived。
At three； they followed the designer to an upscale furniture store where the manager politely informed them that Mr。 Oliver Lambert had already made arrangements for their credit； if they so chose； and there was in fact no limit on what they could buy and finance。 They bought a houseful。 Mitch frowned from time to time； and twice vetoed items as too expensive； but Abby ruled the day。 The designer plimented her time and again on her marvelous taste； and said she would see Mitch on Monday； to do his office。 Marvelous； he said。
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