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or a few days。 If you see her； or hear anything； drop one of these。〃
〃Sure。 There was a cop in last night asking questions。 You don't think she was involved in his death？〃
〃No； not at all。 We just need to talk to her。〃
〃I'll keep my eyes open。〃
Verheek paid for the beer； thanked the kid again； and was on the sidewalk。 He walked three blocks to the Half Shell。 It was almost two。 He was dead tired； half drunk； and a band cranked up the second he walked through the door。 The place was dark； packed； and fifty fraternity joes with their sorority sues were immediately dancing on tables。 He weaved through the uprising and found safety in the back near the bar。 They were three deep； shoulder to shoulder； and no one moved。 He clawed his way forward； got a beer to be cool； and realized again he was by far the oldest one there。 He retreated to a dark but crowded corner。 It was hopeless。 He couldn't hear himself think； let alone carry on a conversation。
He watched the bartenders： all young； all students。 The oldest looked late twenties； and he rang up check after check as if he was closing out。 His moves were hurried； as if it was time to go。 Gavin studied every move。
He quickly untied his apron； flung it in a corner； ducked under the bar； and was gone。 Gavin elbowed through the mob； and caught him as he stepped through the kitchen door。 He had an FBI business card ready。 〃I'm sorry。 I'm with the FBI。〃 He stuck the card in his face。Your name is？〃
The kid froze； and looked wildly at Verheek。 〃Uh； Fountain。 Jeff Fountain。〃
〃Fine； Jeff。 Look； nothing's wrong； okay？ Just a couple of questions。〃 The kitchen had shut down hours ago； and they were alone。Just take a second。〃
〃Well； okay。 What's up？〃
〃You're a law student； right？〃 Please say yes。 His friend said most of the bartenders here were law students。
〃Yes。 At Loyola。〃
〃Loyola！ Where the hell！ Yeah； well； that's what I thought。 You've heard about Professor Callahan at Tulane。 Funeral's tomorrow。〃
〃Sure。 It's all over the papers。 Most of my friends go to Tulane。〃
〃Do you know a second…year student there by the name of Darby Shaw？ Very attractive female。〃
〃Fountain smiled。Yeah； she dated a friend of mine last year。 She's in here occasionally。〃
〃How long ago？〃
〃It's been a month or two。 What's wrong？〃
〃We need to talk to her。〃 He handed Fountain a stack of cards。Hang on to these。 I'll be at the Hilton for a few days。 If you see her around； or if you hear anything； drop one of these。〃
〃What might I hear？〃
〃Something about Callahan。 We need to see her real bad； okay？〃
〃Sure。〃 He stuck the cards in a pocket。
Verheek thanked him and returned to the revelry。 He inched through the mob； listening to the attempts at conversation。 A fresh mob was entering； and he wrestled his way out the door。 He was too old for this。
Six blocks away； he parked illegally in front of a fraternity house next to the campus。 His last stop for the night would be a dark little pool hall； which； at the moment； was not crowded。 He paid for beer at the bar； and surveyed the place。 There were four pool tables and the action was light。 A young man in a T…shirt walked to the bar and ordered another beer。 The shirt was green and gray with the words TULANE LAW SCHOOL stamped across the front with what appeared to be an inmate identification number under the words。
Verheek spoke without hesitating。 〃You a law student？〃
The young man glanced at him while pulling money from his jeans。 〃Afraid so。〃
〃Did you know Thomas Callahan？〃
〃Who are you？〃
〃FBI。 Callahan was a friend of mine。〃
The student sipped the beer and was suspicious。 〃I was in his con law class。〃
〃Bingo！ So was Darby。 Verheek tried to appear uninterested。 〃Do you know Darby Shaw？〃
〃Why do you want to know？〃
〃We need to talk to her。 That's all。〃
〃Who is we？〃 The student was even more suspicious。 He took a step closer to Gavin as if he wanted some hard answers。
〃FBI；〃 Verheek said nonchalantly。
〃You got a badge or something？〃
〃Sure；〃 he said as he pulled a card from his pocket。 The student read it carefully； then handed it back。 〃You're a lawyer； not an agent。〃
This was a very valid point； and the lawyer knew he would lose his job if his boss knew he was asking questions and in general impersonating an agent。 〃Yes； I'm a lawyer。 Callahan and I were in law school together。〃
〃Then why do you want to see Darby Shaw？〃
The bartender had eased closer and was eavesdropping。
〃Do you know her？〃
〃I don't know；〃 the student said； and it was obvious he did in fact know her but was not about to talk。 〃Is she in trouble？〃
〃No。 You know her； don't you？〃
〃Maybe。 Maybe not。〃
〃Look； what's your name？〃
〃Show me a badge； and I'll tell you my name。〃
Gavin took a long drink from the bottle and smiled at the bartender。 〃I need to see her； okay。 It's very important。 I'll be at the Hilton for a few days。 If you see her； ask her to call。〃 He offered the card to the student； who looked at it and walked away。
* * *
AT THREE； he unlocked the door to his room； and checked the phone。 No messages。 Wherever Darby was； she still had not called。 Assuming； of course； she was still alive。
* * *
GARCIA CALLED for the last time。 Grantham took the call before dawn Saturday； less than two hours before they were to meet for the first time。 He was backing out； he said。 The time was not right。 If the story broke； then some very powerful lawyers and their very rich clients would fall hard； and these people were not accustomed to falling； and they would take people with them。 And Garcia might get hurt。 He had a wife and little daughter。 He had a job that he could endure because the money was great。 Why take chances？ He had done nothing wrong。 His conscience was clear。
〃Then why do you keep calling me？〃 Grantham asked。
〃I think I know why they were killed。 I'm not certain； but I've got a good idea。 I saw something； okay。〃
〃We've had this conversation for a week now； Garcia。 You saw something； or you have something。 And it's all useless unless you show it to me。〃 Grantham opened a file and took out the five by sevens of the man on the phone。You're driven by a sense of morality； Garcia。 That's why you want to talk。〃
〃Yeah； but there's a chance they know that I know。 They've been treating me funny； as if they want to ask if I saw it。 But they can't ask because they're not sure。〃
〃These are the guys in your firm？〃
〃Yeah。 No。 Wait。 How'd you know I was in a firm？ I haven't told you that。〃
〃It's easy。 You go to work too early to be a government lawyer。 You're in one of those two…hundred…lawyer firms where they expect the associates and junior partners to work a hundred hours a week。 The first time