《jg.thefirm》

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  〃Eight million; give or take;〃 Mitch said。
  〃That's nice。 You've got the money to do as you please; so forget about them。 Just tour the islands for the rest of your life。 There are worse things; you know。〃
  For days they sailed toward Cuba; then around it in the direction of Jamaica。 They watched George and listened to his lectures。 After twenty years of sailing through the Caribbean; he was a man of great knowledge and patience。 Ray; the linguist; listened to and memorized words like spinnaker; mast; bow; stern; aft; tiller; halyard winches; masthead fittings; shrouds; lifelines; stanchions; sheet winch; bow pulpit; coamings; transom; clew outhaul; genoa sheets; mainsail; jib; jibstays; jib sheets; cam cleats and boom vangs。 George lectured on heeling; luffing; running; blanketing; backwinding; heading up; trimming and pointing。 Ray absorbed the language of sailing; Mitch studied the technique。 Abby stayed in the cabin; saying little and smiling only when necessary。 Life on a boat was not something she dreamed about。 She missed her house and wondered what would happen to it。 Maybe Mr。 Rice would cut the grass and pull the weeds。 She missed the shady streets and neat lawns and the small gangs of children riding bicycles。 She thought of her dog; and prayed that Mr。 Rice would adopt it。 She worried about her parents…their safety and their fear。 When would she see them again? It would be years; she decided; and she could live with that if she knew they were safe。
  Her thoughts could not escape the present。 The future was inconceivable。
  During the second day of the rest of her life; she began writing letters; letters to her parents; Kay Quin; Mr。 Rice and a few friends。 The letters would never be mailed; she knew; but it helped to put the words on paper。
  Mitch watched her carefully; but left her alone。 He had nothing to say; really。 Maybe in a few days they could talk。
  By the end of the fourth day; Wednesday; Grand Cayman was in sight。 They circled it slowly once and anchored a mile from shore。 After dark; Barry Abanks said goodbye。 The McDeeres simply thanked him; and he eased away in the rubber raft。 He would land three miles from Bodden Town at another dive lodge; then call one of his dive captains to e get him。 He would know if anyone suspicious had been around。 Abanks expected no trouble。
  George's pound on Little Cayman consisted of a small main house of white…painted wood and two smaller outbuildings。 It was inland a quarter of a mile; on a tiny bay。 The nearest house could not be seen。 A native woman lived in the smallest building and maintained the place。 Her name was Fay。
  The McDeeres settled in the main house and tried to begin the process of starting over。 Ray; the escapee; roamed the beaches for hours and kept to himself。 He was euphoric; but could not show it。 He and George took the boat out for several hours each day and drank scotch while exploring the islands。 They usually returned drunk。
  Abby spent the first days in a small room upstairs overlooking the bay。 She wrote more letters and began a diary。 She slept alone。
  Twice a week; Fay drove the Volkswagen bus into town for supplies and mail。 She returned one day with a package from Barry Abanks。 George delivered it to Mitch。 Inside the package was a parcel sent to Abanks from Doris Greenwood in Miami。 Mitch ripped open the thick legal…sized envelope and found three newspapers; two from Atlanta and one from Miami。
  The headlines told of the mass indicting of the Bendini law firm in Memphis。 Fifty…one present and former members of  were indicted; along with thirty…one alleged members of the Morolto crime family in Chicago。 More indictments were ing; promised the U。S。 Attorney。 Just the tip of the iceberg。 Director F。 Denton Voyles allowed himself to be quoted as saying it was a major blow to organized crime in America。 It should be a dire warning; he said; to legitimate professionals and businessmen who are tempted to handle dirty money。
  Mitch folded the newspapers and went for a long walk on the beach。 Under a cluster of palms; he found some shade and sat down。 The Atlanta paper listed the names of every Bendini lawyer indicted。 He read them slowly。 There was no joy in seeing the names。 He almost felt sorry for Nathan Locke。 Almost。 Wally Hudson; Kendall Mahan; Jack Al…drich and; finally; Lamar Quin。 He could see their faces。 He knew their wives and their children。 Mitch gazed across the brilliant ocean and thought about Lamar and Kay Quin。 He loved them; and he hated them。 They had helped seduce him into ; and they were not without blame。 But they were his friends。 What a waste! Maybe Lamar would only serve a couple of years and then be paroled。 Maybe Kay and the kids could survive。 Maybe。
  〃I love you; Mitch。〃 Abby was standing behind him。 She held a plastic pitcher and two cups。
  He smiled at her and waved to the sand next to him。 〃What's in the pitcher?〃
  〃Rum punch。 Fay mixed it for us。〃
  〃Is it strong?〃
  She sat next to him on the sand。 〃It's mostly rum。 I told Fay we needed to get drunk; and she agreed。〃
  He held her tightly and sipped the rum punch。 They watched a small fishing boat inch through the sparkling water。
  〃Are you scared; Mitch?〃
  〃Terrified。〃
  〃Me too。 This is crazy。〃
  〃But we made it; Abby。 We're alive。 We're safe。 We're together。〃
  〃But what about tomorrow? And the next day?〃
  〃I don't know; Abby。 Things could be worse; you know。 My name could be in the paper there with the other freshly indicted defendants。 Or we could be dead。 There are worse things than sailing around the Caribbean with eight million bucks in the bank。〃
  〃Do you think my parents are safe?〃
  〃I think so。 What would Morolto have to gain by harming your parents? They're safe; Abby。〃
  She refilled the cups with rum punch and kissed him on the cheek。 〃I'll be okay Mitch。 As long as we're together; I can handle anything。〃
   〃Abby;〃 Mitch said slowly; staring at the water; 〃I have a confession to make。〃
  〃I'm listening。〃
  〃The truth is; I never wanted to be a lawyer anyway。〃
  〃Oh; really。〃
  〃Naw。 Secretly; I've always wanted to be a sailor。〃
  〃Is that so? Have you ever made love on the beach?〃 Mitch hesitated for a slight second。 〃Uh; no。〃
  〃Then drink up; sailor。 Let's get drunk and make a baby。〃







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