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Tarry sat straight and wiped his eyes with his fingers。 He breathed deeply。 Cleared his throat。 He bit his lip； looked squarely at Voyles and nodded。
DeVasher had no time for the elevator。 He ran down the stairs to the fourth floor； to the corner； a power one； and barged into Locke's office。 Half the partners were there。 Locke； Lambert； Milligan； McKnight； Dunbar； Denton； Lawson； Banahan； Kruger； Welch and Shottz。 The other half had been summoned。
A quiet panic filled the room。 DeVasher sat at the head of the conference table； and they gathered around。
〃Okay； boys。 It's not time to haul ass and head for Brazil。 Not yet； anyway。 We confirmed this morning that he has talked extensively to the Fibbies； that they have paid him a million cash； that they have promised another million； that he has certain documents that are believed to be fatal。 This came straight from the FBI。 Lazarov and a small army are flying into Memphis as we speak。 It appears as though the damage has not been done。 Yet。 According to our source…a very high…ranking Fibbie…McDeere has over ten thousand documents in his possession； and he is ready to deliver。 But he has only delivered a few so far。 We think。 Evidently； we have caught this thing in time。 If we can prevent further damage； we should be okay。 I say this； even though they have some documents。 Obviously； they don't have much or they would've been here with search warrants。〃
DeVasher was onstage。 He enjoyed this immensely。 He spoke with a patronizing smile and looked at each of the worried faces。 〃Now； where is McDeere？〃
Milligan spoke。 〃In his office。 I just talked to him。 He suspects nothing。〃
〃Wonderful。 He's scheduled to leave in three hours for Grand Cayman。 Correct； Lambert？〃
〃That's correct。 Around noon。〃
〃Boyi； the plane will never make it。 The pilot will land in New Orleans for an errand； then he'll take off for the island。 About thirty minutes over the Gulf； the little blip will disappear from radar； forever。 Debris will scatter over a thirty…square…mile area； and no bodies will ever be found。 It's sad； but necessary。〃
〃The Lear？〃 asked Denton。
〃Yes； son； the Lear。 We'll buy you another toy。〃
〃We're assuming a lot； DeVasher；〃 Locke said。 〃We're assuming the documents already in their possession are harmless。 Four days ago you thought McDeere had copied some of Avery's secret files。 What gives？〃
〃They studied the files in Chicago。 Yeah； they're full of incriminating evidence； but not enough to move with。 They couldn't get the first conviction。 You guys know the damning materials are on the island。 And； of course； in the basement。 No one can penetrate the basement。 We checked the files in the condo。 Everything looked in order。〃
Locke was not satisfied。 〃Then where did the ten thousand e from？〃
〃You're assuming he has ten thousand。 I rather doubt it。 Keep in mind； he's trying to collect another one million bucks before he takes off。 He's probably lying to them and snooping around for more documents。 If he had ten thousand； why wouldn't the Fibbies have them by now？〃
〃Then what's to fear？〃 asked Lambert。
〃The fear is the unknown； Ollie。 We don't know what he's got； except that he's got a million bucks。 He's no dummy； and he just might stumble across something if left alone。 We cannot allow that to happen。 Lazarov； you see； said to blow his ass outta the air。 Quote unquote。〃
〃There's no way a rookie associate could find and copy that many incriminating records；〃 Kruger said boldly； and looked around the group for approval。 Several nodded at him with intense frowns。
〃Why is Lazarov ing？〃 asked Dunbar； the real estate man。 He said 〃Lazarov〃 as if Charles Manson was ing to dinner。
〃That's a stupid question；〃 DeVasher snapped； and looked around for the idiot。 〃First； we've got to take care of McDeere and hope the damage is minimal。 Then we'll take a long look at this unit and make whatever changes are necessary。〃
Locke stood and glared at Oliver Lambert。 〃Make sure McDeere's on that plane。〃
Tarrance； Acklin and Laney sat in stunned silence and listened to the speaker phone on the desk。 It was Voyles in Washington； explaining exactly what had happened。 He would leave for Memphis within the hour。 He was almost desperate。
〃You gotta bring him in； Tarrance。 And quick。 Cozzo doesn't know that we know about Tarry Ross； but Ross told ' him McDeere was on the verge of delivering the records。 They could take him out at any time。 You've got to get him。 Now！ Do you know where he is？〃
〃He's at the office；〃 Tarrance said。
〃Okay。 Fine。 Bring him in。 I'll be there in two hours。 I wanna talk to him。 Goodbye。〃
Tarrance punched the phone； then dialed the number。
〃Who are you calling？〃 Acklin asked。
〃Bendini； Lambert & Locke。 Attorneys…at…law。〃
〃Are you crazy； Wayne？〃 Laney asked。
〃Just listen。〃
The receptionist answered the phone。 〃Mitch McDeere； please；〃 Tarrance said。
〃One moment； please；〃 she said。 Then the secretary： 〃Mr。 McDeere's office。〃
〃I need to speak to Mitchell McDeere。〃
〃I'm sorry； sir。 He's in a meeting。〃
〃Listen； young lady； this is Judge Henry Hugo； and he was supposed to be in my courtroom fifteen minutes ago。 We're waiting for him。 It's an emergency。〃
〃Well； I see nothing on his calendar for this morning。〃
〃Do you schedule his appointments？〃
〃Well； yes； sir。〃
〃Then it's your fault。 Now get him on the phone。〃
Nina ran across the hall and into his office。 〃Mitch； there's a Judge Hugo on the phone。 Says you're supposed to be in court right now。 You'd better talk to him。〃
Mitch jumped to his feet and grabbed the phone。 He was pale。 〃Yes；〃 he said。
〃Mr。 McDeere；〃 Tarrance said。 〃Judge Hugo。 You're late for my court。 Get over here。〃
〃Yes； Judge。〃 He grabbed his coat and briefcase and frowned at Nina。
〃I'm sorry；〃 she said。 〃It's not on your calendar。〃
Mitch raced down the hall； down the stairs； past the receptionist and out the front door。 He ran north on Front Street to Union and darted through the lobby of the Cotton Exchange Building。 On Union； he turned east and ran toward the Mid…America Mall。
The sight of a well…dressed young man with a briefcase running like a scared dog may be a mon sight in some cities； but not in Memphis。 People noticed。
He hid behind a fruit stand and caught his breath。 He saw no one running behind him。 He ate an apple。 If it came to a footrace； he hoped Two…Ton Tony was chasing him。
He had never been particularly impressed with Wayne Tarrance。 The Korean shoe store was a fiasco。 The chicken place on Grand Cayman was equally dumb。 His notebook on the Moroltos would bore a Cub Scout。 But his idea about a Mayday code； a 〃don't ask questions； just run for your life〃 alert； was a brilliant idea。 For a month； Mitch knew if Judge Hugo called； he had to hit the door on a dead run。 Something bad had gone wrong； and the boys on the fifth floor were moving in。 Where was Abby？ he thought。
A few pedestrians walked in pairs along Union。 He wanted a crowded sidewalk； but there was none。 He stared at the corner of Front and Union and saw nothing suspicious。 Tw