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〃Where's he traveled in the last month？〃 Black Eyes asked。
〃Forget the trip to see Capps in Houston last week。 Too recent。 Before that； he went to Grand Cayman for two days on April 1。〃
〃I remember；〃 said Ollie； listening intently。
〃Good for you； Ollie。 I asked him what he did both nights； and he said nothing but work。 Sat at a bar one night； but that's it。 Swears he slept by himself both nights。〃 De…Vasher pushed a button on a portable tape recorder。 〃But he's lying。 This call was made at nine…fifteen； April 2； from the phone in the master bedroom of Unit A。〃 The tape began：
〃He's in the shower。〃 First female voice。
〃Are you okay？〃 Second female voice。
〃Yeah。 Fine。 He couldn't do it if he had to。〃
〃What took so long？〃
〃He wouldn't wake up。〃
〃Is he suspicious？〃
〃No。 He remembers nothing。 I think he's in pain。〃
〃How long will you be there？〃
〃I'll kiss him goodbye when he gets out of the shower。 Ten； maybe fifteen minutes。〃
〃Okay。 Hurry。〃
DeVasher punched another button and continued pacing。 〃I have no idea who they are； and I haven't confronted Avery。 Yet。 He worries me。 His wife has filed for divorce； and he's lost control。 Chases women all the time。 This is a pretty serious breach of security； and I suspect Lazarov will go through the roof。〃
〃She talked like it was a bad hangover；〃 Locke said。
〃Evidently。〃
〃You think she copied the keys？〃 Ollie asked。
DeVasher shrugged and sat in his worn leather chair。 The cockiness vanished。 〃It's possible； but I doubt it。 I've thought about it for hours。 Assuming it was some woman he picked up in a bar； and they got drunk； then it was probably late when they went to bed。 How would she make copies of the keys in the middle of the night on that tiny island？ I just don't think so。〃
〃But she had an acplice；〃 Locke insisted。
〃Yeah； and I can't figure that out。 Maybe they were trying to steal his wallet and something went wrong。 He carries a couple of thousand in cash； and if he got drunk； who knows what he told them。 Maybe she planned to lift the money at the last second and haul ass。 She didn't do it。 I don't know。〃
〃No more assumptions？〃 Ollie asked。
〃Not now。 I love to make them； but it goes too far to assume these women took the keys； somehow managed to copy them in the middle of the night on the island； without his knowledge； and then the first one crawled back in the bed with him。 And that somehow all of this is related to McDeere and his use of the copier on the fourth floor。 It's just too much。〃
〃I agree；〃 said Ollie。
〃What about the storage room？〃 asked Black Eyes。
〃I've thought about that； Nat。 In fact； I've lost sleep thinking about it。 If she was interested in the records in the storage room； there must be some connection with McDeere； or someone else poking around。 And I can't make that connection。 Let's say she found the room and the records； what could she do with them in the middle of the night with Avery asleep upstairs？〃
〃She could read them。〃
〃Yeah； there's only a million。 Keep in mind； now； she must have been drinking along with Avery； or he would've been suspicious。 So she's spent the night drinking and screwing。 She waits until he goes to sleep； then suddenly she has this urge to go downstairs and read bank records。 It don't work； boys。〃
〃She could work for the FBI；〃 Ollie said proudly。
〃No； she couldn't。〃
〃Why？〃
〃It's simple； Ollie。 The FBI wouldn't do it because the search would be illegal and the records would be inadmissible。 And there's a much better reason。〃
〃What？〃
〃If she was a Fibbie； she wouldn't have used the phone。 No professional would've made that call。 I think she was a pickpocket。〃
The pickpocket theory was explained to Lazarov； who poked a hundred holes but could devise nothing better。 He ordered changes in all the locks on the third and fourth floors； and the basement； and both condos on Grand Cayman。 He ordered a search for all the locksmiths on the island…there couldn't be many； he said…to determine if any had reproduced keys the night of April 1 or the early morning of April 2。 Bribe them； he told DeVasher。 They'll talk for a little money。 He ordered a fingerprint examination of the files from Avery's office。 DeVasher proudly explained he had already started this。 McDeere's prints were on file with the state bar association。
He also ordered a sixty…day suspension of Avery Tolar。 DeVasher suggested this might alert McDeere to something unusual。 Fine； said Lazarov； tell Tolar to check into the hospital with chest pains。 Two months off…doctor's orders。 Tell Tolar to clean up his act。 Lock up his office。 Assign McDeere to Victor Milligan。
〃You said you had a good plan to eliminate McDeere；〃 DeVasher said。
Lazarov grinned and picked his nose。 〃Yeah。 I think we'll use the plane。 We'll send him down to the islands on a little business trip； and there will be this mysterious explosion。〃
〃Waste two pilots？〃 asked DeVasher。
〃Yeah。 It needs to look good。〃
〃Don't do it anywhere around the Caymans。 That'll be too coincidental。〃
〃Okay； but it needs to happen over water。 Less debris。 We'll use a big device； so they won't find much。〃
〃That plane's expensive。〃
〃Yeah。 I'll run it by Joey first。〃
〃You're the boss。 Let me know if we can help down there。〃
〃Sure。 Start thinking about it。〃
〃What about your man in Washington？〃 DeVasher asked。
〃I'm waiting。 I called New York this morning； and they're checking into it。 We should know in a week。〃
〃That would make it easy。〃
〃Yeah。 If the answer is yes； we need to eliminate him within twenty…four hours。〃
〃I'll start planning。〃
The office was quiet for a Saturday morning。 A handful of partners and a dozen associates loitered about in khakis and polos。 There were no secretaries。 Mitch checked his mail and dictated correspondence。 After two hours he left。 It was time to visit Ray。
For five hours； he drove east on Interstate 40。 Drove like an idiot。 He drove forty…five； then eighty…five。 He darted into every rest stop and weigh station。 He made sudden exits from the left lane。 He stopped at an underpass and waited and watched。 He never saw them。 Not once did he notice a suspicious car or truck or van。 He even watched a few eigh…teen…wheelers。 Nothing。 They simply were not back there。 He would have caught them。
His care package of books and cigarettes was cleared through the guard station； and he was pointed to stall number nine。 Minutes later； Ray sat through the thick screen。
〃Where have you been？〃 he said with a hint of irritation。 〃You're the only person in the entire world who visits me； and this is only the second time in four months。〃
〃I know。 It's tax season； and I've been swamped。 I'll do better。 I've written； though。〃
〃Yeah； once a week I get two paragraphs。 'Hi； Ray。 How's the bunk？ How's the food？ How are the walls？ How's the Greek or Italian？ I'm fine。 Abby's great。 Dog's sick。 Gotta run。 I'll e visit soon。 Love； Mitch。' You write some rich letters； little brother。 I really treasure them。〃
〃Yours aren't much better。〃
〃What have I got t