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pose Hodge and Kozinski fed them enough to confirm the identity of this particular client。 See where I'm going？ And let's suppose the Fibbies have told McDeere all they know； along with a certain amount of embellishment。 Suddenly； your ignorant rookie recruit is a very smart man。 And a very dangerous one。〃
〃How do you prove this？〃
〃We step up surveillance； for starters。 Put his wife under twenty…four…hour watch。 I've already called Lazarov and requested more men。 Told him we needed some fresh faces。 I'm going to Chicago tomorrow to brief Lazarov； and maybe Mr。 Morolto。 Lazarov thinks Morolto has a lead on a mole within the Bureau； some guy who's close to Voyles and will sell information。 But it's expensive； supposedly。 They wanna assess things and decide where to go。〃
〃And you'll tell them McDeere's talking？〃 asked Locke。
〃I'll tell them what I know and what I suspect。 I'm afraid that if we sit back and wait for concrete； it might be too late。 I'm sure Lazarov will wanna discuss plans to eliminate him。〃
〃Preliminary plans？〃 Ollie asked； with a touch of hope。
〃We've passed the preliminary stage； Ollie。〃
The Hourglass Tavern in New York City faces Forty…sixth Street； near its corner with Ninth Avenue。 A small； dark hole…in…the…wall with twenty…two seats； it grew to fame with its expensive menu and fifty…nine…minute time limit on each meal。 On the walls not far above the tables； hourglasses with white sand silently collect the seconds and minutes until the tavern's timekeeper…the waitress…finally makes her calculations and calls time。 Frequented by the Broadway crowd； it is usually packed； with loyal fans waiting on the sidewalk。 Lou Lazarov liked the Hourglass because it was dark and private conversations were possible。 Short conversations； under fifty…nine minutes。 He liked it because it was not in Little Italy； and he was not Italian； and although he was owned by Sicilians； he did not have to eat their food。 He liked it because he was born and spent the first forty years of his life in the theater district。 Then corporate headquarters was moved to Chicago； and he was transferred。 But business required his presence in New York at least twice a week； and when the business included meeting a member of equal stature from another family； Lazarov always suggested the Hourglass。 Tubertini had equal stature； and a little extra。 Reluctantly； he agreed on the Hourglass。
Lazarov arrived first and did not wait for a table。 He knew from experience the crowd thinned around 4 P。M。； especially on Thursdays。 He ordered a glass of red wine。 The waitress tipped the hourglass above his head； and the race was on。 He sat at a front table； facing the street； his back to the other tables。 He was a heavy man of fifty…eight； with a thick chest and ponderous belly。 He leaned hard on the red…checkered tablecloth and watched the traffic on Forty…sixth。
Thankfully； Tubertini was prompt。 Less than a fourth of the white sand was wasted on him。 They shook hands politely； while Tubertini scornfully surveyed the tiny sliver of a restaurant。 He flashed a plastic smile at Lazarov and glared at his seat in the window。 His back would face the street； and this was extremely irritating。 And dangerous。 But his car was just outside with two of his men。 He decided to be polite。 He deftly maneuvered around the tiny table and sat down。
Tubertini was polished。 He was thirty…seven； the son…in…law of old man Palumbo himself。 Family。 Married his only daughter。 He was beautifully thin and tanned with his short black hair oiled to perfection and slicked back。 He ordered red wine。
〃How's my pal Joey Morolto？〃 he asked with a perfect brilliant smile。
〃Fine。 And Mr。 Palumbo？〃
〃Very ill； and very ill…tempered。 As usual。〃
〃Please give him my regards。〃
〃Certainly。〃
The waitress approached and looked menacingly at the timepiece。 〃Just wine；〃 said Tubertini。 〃I won't be eating。〃
Lazarov looked at the menu and handed it to her。 〃Sauteed blackfish； with another glass of wine。〃
Tubertini glanced at his men in the car。 They appeared to be napping。 〃So； what's wrong in Chicago？〃
〃Nothing's wrong。 We just need a little information； that's all。 We've heard； unconfirmed of course； that you have a very reliable man somewhere deep in the Bureau； somewhere close to Voyles。〃
〃And if we do？〃
〃We need some information from this man。 We have a small unit in Memphis； and the Fibbies are trying like hell to infiltrate。 We suspect one of our employees may be working with them； but we can't seem to catch him。〃
〃And if you caught him？〃
〃We'd slice out his liver and feed it to the rats。〃
〃Serious； huh？〃
〃Extremely serious。 Something tells me the feds have targeted our little unit down there； and we've grown quite nervous。〃
〃Let's say his name is Alfred； and let's say he's very close to Voyles。〃
〃Okay。 We need a very simple answer from Alfred。 We need to know； yes or no； if our employee is working with the Fibbies。〃
Tubertini watched Lazarov and sipped his wine。 〃Alfred specializes in simple answers。 He prefers the yes and no variety。 We've used him twice； only when it's critical； and both times it was a question of 'Are the feds ing here or there？' He's extremely cautious。 I don't think he would provide too many details。〃
〃Is he accurate？〃
〃Deadly accurate。〃
〃Then he should be able to help us。 If the answer is yes； we move accordingly。 If no； the employee is off the hook and it's business as usual。〃
〃Alfred's very expensive。〃
〃I was afraid so。 How much？〃
〃Well； he has sixteen years with the Bureau and is a career man。 That's why he's so cautious。 He has much to lose。〃
〃How much？〃
〃Half a million。〃
〃Damn！〃
〃Of course； we have to make a small profit on the transaction。 After all； Alfred is ours。〃
〃A small profit？〃
〃Quite small； really。 Most of it goes to Alfred。 He talks to Voyles daily； you know。 His office is two doors down。〃
〃All right。 We'll pay。〃
Tubertini flashed a conquering smile and tasted his wine。 〃I think you lied； Mr。 Lazarov。 You said it was a small unit in Memphis。 That's not true； is it？〃
〃No。〃
〃What's the name of this unit？〃
〃The Bendini firm。〃
〃Old man Morolto's daughter married a Bendini。〃
〃That's it。〃
〃What's the employee's name？〃
〃Mitchell McDeere。〃
〃It might take two or three weeks。 Meeting with Alfred is a major production。〃
〃Yes。 Just be quick about it。〃
27
IT was highly unusual for wives to appear at the quiet little fortress on Front Street。 They were certainly wele； they were told； but seldom invited。 So Abby McDeere arrived through the front door； into the reception area uninvited and unannounced。 It was imperative that she see her husband； she insisted。 The receptionist phoned Nina on the second floor； and within seconds she appeared in a rush and warmly greeted her boss's wife。 Mitch was in a meeting； she explained。 He's always in a damned meeting； Abby replied。 Get him out！ They rushed to his office； where Abby closed the door and waited。
Mitch was observing another one of Avery's chaotic departures。 Secretarie