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〃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 you mit； there's no turning back。 They can be more ruthless than any organization on earth。〃
〃Why did you pick me？〃
〃We had to pick someone。 No； that's not true。 We picked you because you have the guts to walk away from it。 You have no family except a wife。 No ties； no roots。 You've been hurt by every person you ever cared for； except Abby。 You raised yourself； and in doing so became self…reliant and independent。 You don't need 。 You can leave it。 You're hardened and calloused beyond your years。 And you're smart enough to pull it off； Mitch。 You won't get caught。 That's why we picked you。 Good day； Mitch。 Thanks for ing。 You'd better get back。〃
Voyles turned and walked quickly away。 Tarrance waited at the end of the Wall； and gave Mitch a quick salute； as if to say； 〃So long…for now。〃
20
AFTER making the obligatory stop in Atlanta； the Delta DC…9 landed in a cold rain at Memphis International。 It parked at Gate 19； and the tightly packed crowd of business travelers quickly disembarked。 Mitch carried only his briefcase and an Esquire。 He saw Abby waiting near the pay phones and moved quickly through the pack。 He threw the briefcase and magazine against the wall and bear…hugged her。 The four days in Washington seemed like a month。 They kissed again and again； and whispered softly。
〃How about a date？〃 he asked。
〃I've got dinner on the table and wine in the cooler；〃 she said。 They held hands and walked through the mob pushing down the concourse in the general direction of the luggage pickup。
He spoke quietly。 〃Well； we need to talk； and we can't do it at home。〃
She gripped his hand tighter。 〃Oh？〃
〃Yes。 In fact； we need to have a long talk。〃
〃What happened？〃
〃It'll take a while。〃 〃Why am I suddenly nervous？〃
〃Just keep cool。 Keep smiling。 They're watching。〃
She smiled and glanced to her right。 〃Who's watching？〃
〃I'll explain in just a moment。〃
Mitch suddenly pulled her to his left。 They cut through the wave of human traffic and darted into a dark； crowded l