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〃Yes。 We've made a few phone calls to Washington。 He's not an agent； just a lawyer。 He knew Callahan； and he might know the girl。 It's obvious he's trying to find her。〃
〃She would talk to him； wouldn't she？〃
〃Probably。〃
〃How's my English？〃
〃Perfect。〃
* * *
KHAMEL WAITED AN HOUR and left the hotel。 With the coat and tie； he was just an average joe strolling along Canal at dusk headed for the river。 He carried a large gym bag and smoked a cigarette； and five minutes later entered the lobby of the Hilton。 He worked his way through the crowd of fans returning from the Dome。 The elevator stopped on the twentieth floor； and he walked one flight down to the nineteenth。
There was no answer at 1909。 If the door had opened with the chain locked； he would have apologized and explained he had the wrong room。 If the door had opened without the chain and with a fate in the crack； he would have kicked it sharply and been inside。 But it did not open。
His new pal Verheek was probably hanging around a bar； passing out cards； begging kids to talk to him about Darby Shaw。 What a nut。
He knocked again； and while he waited he slid a six…inch plastic ruler between the door and the facing； and worked it gently until the bolt clicked。 Locks were minor nuisances for Khamel。 Without a key； he could open a locked car and start the engine in less than thirty seconds。
Inside； he locked the door behind him； and placed his bag on the bed。 Like a surgeon； he picked the gloves from a pocket and pulled them tightly over his fingers。 He laid a 。22 and silencer on the table。
The phone was quick work。 He plugged the recorder into the jack under the bed； where it could sit for weeks before it was noticed。 He called the weather station twice to test the recorder。 Perfect。
His new pal Verheek was a slob。 Most of the clothes in the room were dirty and simply thrown in the direction of the suit case sitting on a table。 He had not unpacked。 A cheap garment bag hung in the closet with one solitary shirt。
Khamel covered his tracks and settled low in the closet。 He was a patient man； and he could wait for hours。 He held the 。22 just in case this clown happened to barge into the closet and he had to kill him with bullets。 If not； he would just listen。
* * *
GAVIN QUIT THE BARS SUNDAY。 He was getting nowhere。 She had called him； and she was not hanging around those places； so what the hell。 He was drinking too much and eating too much； and he was tired of New Orleans。 He already had a flight booked for late Monday afternoon； and if she didn't call again he was finished playing detective。
He couldn't find her； and it wasn't his fault。 Cabdrivers got lost in this city。 Voyles would be screaming by noon。 He had done his best。
He was stretched on the bed in nothing but boxer shorts； flipping through a magazine and ignoring the television。 It was almost eleven。 He would wait on her until twelve； then try to sleep。
It rang at exactly eleven。 He pushed a button and remotely killed the television。 〃Hello。〃
〃It was her。It's me； Gavin。〃
〃So you're alive。〃
〃Barely。〃
He sat on the edge of the bed。 〃What's happened？〃
〃They saw me today； and one of their goons； my friend Stump； chased me through the Quarter。 You haven't met Stump； but he's the one who watched you and everyone else walk into the chapel。〃
〃But you got away。〃
〃Yeah。 A small miracle； but I got away。〃
〃What happened to Stump？〃
〃He was mortally wounded。 He's probably lying in a bed somewhere wearing an ice pack in his shorts。 He was just a few steps from me when he picked a fight with the wrong guys。 I'm scared； Gavin。〃
〃Did he follow you from somewhere？〃
〃No。 We just sort of met on the street。〃
Verheek paused a second。 Her voice was shaking； but under control。 She was losing her cool。 〃Look； Darby。 I've got a flight out of here tomorrow afternoon。 I have this little job and my boss expects me to be at the office。 So I can't hang around New Orleans for the next month hoping you don't get killed and hoping you e to your senses and trust me。 I'm leaving tomorrow； and I think you need to go with me。〃
〃Go where？〃
〃To Washington。 To my house。 To someplace other than where you are。〃
〃What happens then？〃
〃Well； you get to live； for one thing。 I'll plead with the Director； and I promise you'll be safe。 We'll do something； dammit。 Anything beats this。〃
〃What makes you think we can just fly out of here？〃
〃Because we'll have three FBI agents surrounding you。 Because I'm not a plete dumbass。 Look； Darby； tell me where you want to meet right now； and within fifteen minutes I'll e get you with three agents。 These guys have guns； and they're not afraid of your little Stump and his pals。 We'll get you out of the city tonight； and take you to Washington tomorrow。 I promise you'll personally meet my boss； the Honorable F。 Denton Voyles； tomorrow； and we'll go from there。〃
〃I thought the FBI was not involved。〃
〃It's not involved； but it may be。〃
〃Then where do the three agents e from？〃
〃I've got friends。〃
She thought for a moment； and her voice was suddenly stronger。 〃Behind your hotel is a place called Riverwalk。 It's a shopping area with restaurants and〃
〃I spent two hours there this afternoon。〃
〃Good。 On the second level is a clothing store called Frenchmen's Bend。〃
〃I saw it。〃
〃At precisely noon tomorrow； I want you to stand by the entrance； and wait for five minutes。〃
〃e on； Darby。 You won't be alive at noon tomorrow。 Enough of this cat and mouse。〃
〃Just do as I say； Gavin。 We've never met； so I have no idea what you look like。 Wear a black shirt of some type and a red baseball cap。〃
〃Where might I find such articles？〃
〃Just get them。〃
〃Okay； okay； I'll have them。 I guess you want me to pick my nose with a shovel or something。 This is silly。〃
〃I'm not in a silly mood； and if you don't shut up we'll call it off。〃
〃It's your neck。〃
〃Please； Gavin。〃
〃I'm sorry。 I'll do whatever you say。 That's a very busy spot to be。〃
〃Yes； it is。 I just feel safer in a crowd。 Stand by the door for five minutes or so； and hold a folded newspaper。 I'll be watching。 After five minutes； walk inside the store； and go to the right rear corner where there's a rack of safari jackets。 Browse around a bit； and I'll find you。〃
〃And what might you be wearing？〃
〃Don't worry about me。〃
〃Fine。 Then what do we do？〃
〃You and I； and only you and I； will leave the city。 I don't want anyone else to know of this。 Do you understand？〃
〃No； I don't understand。 I can arrange security。〃
〃No； Gavin。 I'm the boss； okay。 No one else。 Forget your three agent friends。 Agreed？〃
〃Agreed。 How do you