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Mitch leaned on the railing and shivered in the cool wind。 His bare feet were frozen and gritty。 For miles along the beach in both directions； the hotels and condos sat quietly and waited for the day。 There was no one on the beach。 Another pier jutted into the water miles away。
The fishermen spoke with the sharp； precise words of those from the North。 Mitch listened long enough to learn the fish were not biting。 He studied the sea。 Looking southeast； he thought of the Caymans； and Abanks。 And the girl for a moment； then she was gone。 He would return to the islands in March； for a vacation with his wife。 Damn the girl。 Surely he would not see her。 He would dive with Abanks and cultivate a friendship。 They would drink Heineken and Red Stripe at his bar and talk of Hodge and Kozinski。 He would follow whoever was following him。 Now that Abby was an acplice； she would assist him。
The man waited in the dark beside the Lincoln Town Car。 He nervously checked his watch and glanced at the dimly lit sidewalk that disappeared in front of the building。 On the second floor a light was turned off。 A minute later； the private eye walked from the building toward the car。 The man walked up to him。
〃Are you Eddie Lomax？〃 he asked anxiously。
Lomax slowed； then stopped。 They were face…to…face。 〃Yeah。 Who are you？〃
The man kept his hands in his pockets。 It was cold and damp； and he was shaking。 〃Al Kilbury。 I need some help； Mr。 Lomax。 Real bad。 I'll pay you right now in cash； whatever you want。 Just help me。〃
〃It's late； pal。〃
〃Please。 I've got the money。 Naftte…4he price。 You gotta help； Mr。 Lomax。〃 He pulled a roll of ca》^ from his left pants pocket and stood ready to count。
Lomax looked at the money； then glanced over his shoulder。 〃What's the problem？〃
〃My wife。 In an hour she's supposed to meet a man at a motel in South Memphis。 I've got the room number and all。 I just need you to go with me and take pictures of them ing and going。〃
〃How do you know this？〃
〃Phone taps。 She works with the man； and I've been suspicious。 I'm a wealthy man； Mr。 Lomax； and it's imperative I win the divorce。 I'll pay you a thousand in cash now。〃 He quickly peeled off ten bills and offered them。
Lomax took the money。 〃Okay。 Let me get my camera。〃
〃Please hurry。 Everything's in cash； okay？ No records。〃
〃Suits me；〃 said Lomax as he walked toward the building。
Twenty minutes later； the Lincoln rolled slowly through the crowded parking lot of a Days Inn。 Kilbury pointed to a second…floor room on the back side of the motel； then to a parking space next to a brown Chevy van。 Lomax backed carefully alongside the van and parked his Town Car。 Kilbury again pointed to the room； again checked his watch and again told Lomax how much he appreciated his services。 Lomax thought of the money。 A thousand bucks for two hours' work。 Not bad。 He unpacked a camera； loaded the film and gauged the light。 Kilbury watched nervously； his eyes darting from the camera to the room across the parking lot。 He looked hurt。 He talked of his wife and their wonderful years together； and why； oh why was she doing this？
Lomax listened and watched the rows of parked cars in front of him。 He held his camera。
He did not notice the door of the brown van。 It quietly and slowly slid open； just three feet behind him。 A man in a black turtleneck wearing black gloves crouched low in the van and waited。 When the parking lot was still； he jumped from the van； yanked open the left rear door of the Lincoln and fired three times into the back of Eddie's head。 The shots； muffled with a silencer； could not be heard outside the car。
Eddie slumped against the wheel； already dead。 Kilbury bolted from the Lincoln； ran to the van and sped away with the assassin。
18
AFTER three days of unbillable time； of no production； of exile from their sanctuaries； of turkey and ham and cranberry sauce and new toys that came unassembled； the rested and rejuvenated lawyers of Bendini； Lambert & Locke returned to the fortress on Front Street with a vengeance。 The parking lot was full by seven…thirty。 They sat fixed and fortable behind their heavy desks； drank coffee by the gallon； meditated over mail and correspondence and documents and mumbled incoherently and furiously into their Dictaphones。 They barked orders at secretaries and clerks and paralegals； and at each other。 There were a few 〃How was your Christmas？〃 greetings in the halls and around the coffeepots； but small talk was cheap and unbillable。 The sounds of typewriters； inters and secretaries all harmonized into one glorious hum as the mint recovered from the nuisance of Christmas。 Oliver Lambert walked the halls； smiling with satisfaction and listening； just listening to the sounds of wealth being made by the hour。
At noon； Lamar walked into the office and leaned across the desk。 Mitch was deep into an oil and gas deal in Indonesia。
〃Lunch？〃 Lamar asked。
〃No； thanks。 I'm behind。〃
〃Aren't we all。 I thought we could run down to the Front Street Deli for a bowl of chili。〃
〃I'll pass。 Thanks。〃
Lamar glanced over his shoulder at the door and leaned closer as if he had extraordinary news to share。 〃You know what today is； don't you？〃
Mitch glanced at his watch。 〃The twenty…eighth。〃
〃Right。 And do you know what happens on the twenty…eighth of December of every year？〃
〃You have a bowel movement。〃
〃Yes。 And what else？〃
〃Okay。 I give up。 What happens？〃'
〃At this very moment； in the dining room on the fifth floor； all the partners are gathered for a lunch of roast duck and French wine。〃
〃Wine； for lunch？〃
〃Yes。 It's a very special occasion。〃
〃Okay？〃
〃After they eat for an hour； Roosevelt and Jessie Frances will leave and Lambert will lock the door。 Then it's all the partners； you see。 Only the partners。 And Lambert will hand out a financial summary for the year。 It's got all the partners listed； and beside each name is a number that represents their total billing for the year。 Then on the next page is a summary of the net profits after expenses。 Then； based on production； they divide the pie！〃
Mitch hung on every word。 〃And？〃
〃And； last year the average piece of pie was three hundred and thirty thousand。 And； of course； it's expected to be even higher this year。 Goes up every year。〃
〃Three hundred and thirty thousand；〃 Mitch repeated slowly。
〃Yep。 And that's just the average。 Locke will get close to a million。 Victor Milligan will run a close second。〃
〃And what about us？〃
〃We get a piece too。 A very small piece。 Last year it was around nine thousand； on the average。 Depends on how long you've been here and production。〃
〃Can we go watch？〃
〃They wouldn't sell a ticket to the President。 It's supposed to be a secret meeting； but we all know about it。 Word will begin drifting down late this afternoon。〃
〃When do they vote on who to make the next partner？〃
〃Normally； it would be done today。 But； according to rumor； there may not be a new partner this year because of Marty and Joe。 I think Marty was next in line； then Joe。 Now； they might wait a year or two。〃
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