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it and was so proud of his creativity。
Vinnie took another good drink。 〃Well； there's a guy down there named McDeere； Mitchell McDeere； who works for this Bendini firm； and we suspect he's also playing grab…ass with your people。 Know what I mean？ We think he's selling info on Bendini to the feds。 Just need to know if it's true。 That's all。〃
Alfred listened with a straight face； although it was not easy。 He knew McDeere's blood type and his favorite restaurant in Memphis。 He knew that McDeere had talked to Tarrance half a dozen times now and that tomorrow； Tuesday； McDeere would bee a millionaire。 Piece of cake。
〃I'll see what I can do。 Let's talk money。〃
Vinnie lit a Salem Light。 〃Well； Alfred； it's a serious matter。 I ain't gonna lie。 Two hundred thousand cash。〃
Alfred dropped the cup。 He pulled a handkerchief from his rear pocket and furiously rubbed his glasses。 〃Two hundred？ Cash？〃
〃That's what I said。 What'd we pay you last time？〃
〃Seventy…five。〃
〃See what I mean？ It's pretty damned serious； Alfred。 Can you do it？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃When？〃
〃Give me two weeks。〃
29
A WEEK before April 15； the workaholics at Bendini； Lambert & Locke reached maximum stress and ran at full throttle on nothing but adrenaline。 And fear。 Fear of missing a deduction or a write…off or some extra depreciation that would cost a rich client an extra million or so。 Fear of picking up the phone and calling the client and informing him that the return was now finished and； sorry to say； an extra eight hundred thousand was due。 Fear of not finishing by the fifteenth and being forced to file extensions and incurring penalties and interest。 The parking lot was full by 6 A。M。 The secretaries worked twelve hours a day。 Tempers were short。 Talk was scarce and hurried。
With no wife to go home to； Mitch worked around the clock。 Sonny Capps had cursed and berated Avery because he owed 450；000。 On earned ine of six million。 Avery had cursed Mitch； and together they plowed through the Capps files again； digging and cursing。 Mitch created two very questionable write…offs that lowered it to 320；000。 Capps said he was considering a new tax firm。 One in Washington。
With six days to go； Capps demanded a meeting with Avery in Houston。 The Lear was available； and Avery left at midnight。 Mitch drove him to the airport； receiving instructions along the way。
Shortly after 1：30 A。M。； he returned to the office。 Three Mercedeses； a BMW and a Jaguar were scattered through the parking lot。 The security guard opened the rear door； and Mitch rode the elevator to the fourth floor。 As usual； Avery locked his office door。 The partners' doors were always locked。 At the end of the hall； a voice could be heard。 Victor Milligan； head of tax； sat at his desk and said ugly things to his puter。 The other offices were dark and locked。
Mitch held his breath and stuck a key into Avery's door。 The knob turned； and he was inside。 He switched on all the lights and went to the small conference table where he and his partner had spent the day and most of the night。 Files were stacked like bricks around the chairs。 Papers thrown here and there。 IRS Reg。 books were piled on top of each other。
Mitch sat at the table and continued his research for Capps。 According to the FBI notebook； Capps was a legitimate businessman who had used for at least eight years。 The Fibbies weren't interested in Sonny Capps。
After an hour； the talking stopped and Milligan closed and locked the door。 He took the stairs without saying good night。 Mitch quickly checked each office on the fourth floor； then the third。 All empty。 It was almost 3 A。M。
Next to the bookshelves on one wall of Avery's office； four solid…oak file cabinets sat undisturbed。 Mitch had noticed them for months but had never seen them used。 The active files were kept in three metal cabinets next to the window。 Secretaries dug through these； usually while Avery yelled at them。 He locked the door behind him and walked to the oak cabinets。 Locked； of course。 He had narrowed it down to two small keys； each less than an inch long。 The first one fit the first cabinet； and he opened it。
From Tammy's inventory of the contraband in Nashville； he had memorized many of the names of the Cayman panies operating with dirty money that was now clean。 He thumbed through the files in the top drawer； and the names jumped at him。 Dunn Lane； Ltd。； Eastpointe； Ltd。； Virgin Bay Ltd。； Inland Contractors； Ltd。； Gulf…South； Ltd。 He found more familiar names in the second and third drawers。 The files were filled with loan documents from Cayman banks； wire…transfer records； warranty deeds； leases； mortgage deeds and a thousand other papers。 He was particularly interested in Dunn Lane and Gulf…South。 Tammy had recorded a significant number of documents for these two panies。
He picked out a Gulf…South file full of wire…transfer records and loan documents from the Royal Bank of Montreal。 He walked to a copier in the center of the fourth floor and turned it on。 While it warmed； he casually glanced around。 The place was dead。 He looked along the ceilings。 No cameras。 He had checked it many times before。 The ACCESS NUMBER light flashed； and he punched in the file number for Mrs。 Lettie Plunk。 Her tax return was sitting on his desk on the second floor； and it could spare a few copies。 He laid the contents on the automatic feed； and three minutes later the file was copied。 One hundred twenty…eight copies； charged to Lettie Plunk。 Back to the file cabinet。 Back to the copier with another stack of Gulf…South evidence。 He punched in the access number for the file of Greenmark Partners； a real estate development pany in Bartlett； Tennessee。 Legitimate folks。 The tax return was sitting on his desk and could spare a few copies。 Ninety…one； to be exact。
Mitch had eighteen tax returns sitting in his office waiting to be signed and filed。 With six days to go； he had finished his deadline work。 All eighteen received automatic billings for copies of Gulf…South and Dunn Lane evidence。 He had scribbled their access numbers on a sheet of notepaper； and it sat on the table next to the copier。 After using the eighteen numbers； he accessed with three numbers borrowed from Lamar's files and three numbers borrowed from the Capps files。
A wire ran from the copier through a hole in the wall and down the inside of a closet； where it connected with wires from three other copiers on the fourth floor。 The wire； larger now； ran down through the ceiling and along a baseboard to the billing room on the third floor； where a puter recorded and billed every copy made within 。 An innocuous…looking little gray wire ran from the puter up a wall and through the ceiling to the fourth floor； and then up to the fifth； where another puter recorded the access code； the number of copies and the location of the machine making each copy。
At 5 P。M。； April 15； Bendini； Lambert & Locke shut down。 By six； the parking lot was empty； and the expensive automobiles reassembled two miles away behind a venerable seafood establishment called Anderton's。 A small banquet room was reserved for the annual April 15 blowout。 Every assoc