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〃Okay；〃 Tarrance said； almost to himself。 〃And when do we get the files？〃
〃When the money's safe in Freeport； we'll be notified。 Wednesday morning before ten…thirty； you'll receive at your Memphis office a Federal Express package with a note and the key to the mini…storage。〃
〃So I can tell Mr。 Voyles we'll have the files by Wednesday afternoon？〃
She shrugged and said nothing。 Tarrance felt stupid for asking the question。 Quickly； he thought of a good one。
〃We'll need the account number in Freeport。〃
〃It's written down。 I'll give it to you when the bus stops。〃
The particulars were now plete。 He reached under the seat and retrieved his book。 He nipped pages and pretended to read。 〃Just sit here a minute；〃 he said。
〃Any questions？〃 she asked。
〃Yeah。 Can we talk about these other records you mentioned？〃
〃Sure。〃
〃Where are they？〃
〃Good question。 The way the deal was explained to me； we would first get the next installment； a half million； I believe； in return for enough evidence to allow you to obtain the indictments。 These other records are part of the next installment。〃
Tarrance flipped a page。 〃You mean you've already obtained the； uh； dirty files？〃
〃We have most of what we need。 Yes； we have a bunch of dirty files。〃
〃Where are they？〃
She smiled softly and patted his arm。 〃I assure you they're not in the mini…storage with the clean files。〃
〃But you have possession of them？〃
〃Sort of。 Would you like to see a couple？〃
He closed the book and breathed deeply。 He looked at her。 〃Certainly。〃
〃I thought so。 Mitch says we'll give you ten inches of documents on Dunn Lane； Ltd。…copies of bank records； corporate charters； minutes； bylaws； officers； stockholders； wire…transfer records； letters from Nathan Locke to Joey Morolto； working papers； a hundred other juicy morsels that'll make you lose sleep。 Wonderful stuff。 Mitch says you can probably get thirty indictments just from the Dunn Lane records。〃
Tarrance hung on every word； and believed her。 〃When can I see it？〃 he asked quietly but so eagerly。
〃When Ray is out of prison。 It's part of the deal； remember？〃
〃Aw yes。 Ray。〃
〃Aw yes。 He goes over the wall； Mr。 Tarrance； or you can forget the Bendini firm。 Mitch and I will take our paltry million and disappear into the night。〃
〃I'm working on it。〃
〃Better work hard。〃 It was more than a threat； and he knew it。 He opened the book again and stared at it。
Abby pulled a Bendini； Lambert & Locke business card from her pocket and dropped it on the book。 On the back she had written the account number： 477DL…19584； Ontario Bank； Freeport。
〃I'm going back to my seat near the front； away from the engine。 Are we clear about next Tuesday？〃
〃No problems； mon。 Are you getting off in Indianapolis？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃Where are you going？〃 ；
〃To my parents' home in Kentucky。 Mitch and I are separated。〃
She was gone。
Tammy stood in one of a dozen long； hot lines at Miami customs。 She wore shorts； sandals； halter top； sunglasses and a straw hat and looked just like the other thousand weary tourists returning from the sun…drenched beaches of the Caribbean。 In front of her were two ill…tempered newly…weds carrying bags of duty…free liquor and perfume and obviously in the middle of a serious disagreement。 Behind her were two brand…new Hartman leather suitcases filled with enough documents and records to indict forty lawyers。 Her employer； also a lawyer； had suggested she purchase luggage with little wheels on the bottom so they could be pulled through the Miami International Airport。 She also had a small overnight bag with a few clothes and a toothbrush； to look legitimate。
About every ten minutes； the young couple moved forward six inches； and Tammy followed with her baggage。 An hour after she entered the line； she made it to the checkpoint。
〃No declarations！〃 the agent snapped in broken English。
〃No！〃 she snapped back。
He nodded at the big leather bags。 〃What's in there？〃
〃Papers。〃
〃Papers？〃
〃Papers。〃
〃What kind of papers？〃
Toilet paper； she thought； I spend my vacations traveling the Caribbean collecting toilet paper。 〃Legal documents； crap like that。 I'm a lawyer。〃
〃Yeah； yeah。〃 He unzipped the overnight bag and glanced in。 〃Okay。 Next！〃
She carefully pulled the bags； just so。 They were inclined to tip over。 A bellboy grabbed them and loaded all three pieces onto a two…wheeler。 〃Delta Flight 282； to Nashville。 Gate 44； Concourse B；〃 she said as she handed him a five…dollar bill。
Tammy and all three bags arrived in Nashville at midnight Saturday。 She loaded them into her Rabbit and left the airport。 In the suburb of Brentwood； she parked in her designated parking place and； one at a time； pulled the Hartmans into a one…bedroom apartment。
Except for a rented foldaway sofa； there was no furniture。 She unpacked the suitcases in the bedroom and began the tedious process of arranging the evidence。 Mitch wanted a list of each document； each bank record； each corporation。 He wanted it just so。 He said one day he would pass through in a great hurry； and he wanted it all organized。
For two hours she took inventory。 She sat on the floor and made careful notes。 After three one…day trips to Grand Cayman； the room was beginning to fill。 Monday she would leave again。
She felt like she'd slept three hours in the past two weeks。 But it was urgent； he said。 A matter of life and death。
Tarry Ross； alias Alfred； sat in the darkest corner of the lounge of the Washington Phoenix Park Hotel。 The meeting would be terribly brief。 He drank coffee and waited on his guest。
He waited and vowed to wait only five more minutes。 The cup shook when he tried to sip it。 Coffee splashed on the table。 He looked at the table and tried desperately not to look around。 He waited。
His guest arrived from nowhere and sat with his back to the wall。 His name was Vinnie Cozzo； a thug from New York。 From the Palumbo family。
Vinnie noticed the shaking cup and the spilled coffee。 〃Relax； Alfred。 This place is dark enough。〃
〃What do you want？〃 Alfred hissed。
〃I wanna drink。〃
〃No time for drinks。 I'm leaving。〃
〃Settle down； Alfred。 Relax； pal。 There ain't three people in here。〃
〃What do you want？〃 he hissed again。
〃Just a little information。〃
〃It'll cost you。〃
〃It always does。〃 A waiter ventured by； and Vinnie ordered Chivas and water。
〃How's my pal Denton Voyles？〃 Vinnie asked。
〃Kiss my ass； Cozzo。 I'm leaving。 I'm walking outta here。〃
〃Okay； pal。 Relax。 I just need some info。〃
〃Make it quick。〃 Alfred scanned the lounge。 His cup was empty； most of it on the table。
The Chivas arrived； and Vinnie took a good drink。 〃Gotta little situation down in Memphis。 Some of the boys're sorta worried about it。 Ever hear of the Bendini firm？〃
Instinctively； Alfred shook his head in the negative。 Always say no； at first。 Then； after careful digging； return with a nice little report and say yes。 Yes； he'd heard of the Bendini firm and their prized client。 Operation Laundromat。 Voyles himself had named it and wa