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etaries were in and out。 The office was always in a state of disruption。 He stood around for a few minutes waiting for Wakefield to get off the phone； but the conversation dragged on。 Finally； after waiting fifteen minutes； Morgan picked up his files and documents from Wakefield's cluttered desk； and left。 He went to his office at the other end of the building； and started working at his desk。 It was about two in the afternoon。 As he reached for a file； he found a handwritten memo on the bottom of the stack of documents he had just brought to his office。 He had inadvertently taken it from Wakefield's desk。 He immediately stood； with the intention of returning to Wakefield。 Then he read it。 And he read it again。 He glanced at the telephone。 Wakefield's line was still busy。 A copy of the memo was attached to the affidavit。
〃Read the memo；〃 Gray snapped。
〃I'm not through with the affidavit；〃 she snapped back。 It would do no good to argue with her。 She was the legal mind； and this was a legal document； and she would read it exactly as she pleased。
Continuing； he was stunned by the memo。 And he was immediately terrified of it。 He walked out of his office and down the hall to the nearest Xerox； and copied it。 He returned to his office； and placed the original memo in the same position under the files on his desk。 He would swear he'd never seen it。
The memo was two paragraphs handwritten on White and Blazevich internal stationery。 It was from M。 Velmano； who is Marty Velmano； a senior partner。 It was dated September 28； directed to Wakefield； and read：
Sims：
Advise client； research is pleteand the bench will sit much softer if Rosenberg is retired。 The second retirement is a bit unusual。 Einstein found a link to Jensen； of all people。 The boy； of course； has those other problems。
Advise further that the pelican should arrive here in four years； assuming other factors。
There was no signature。
Gray was chuckling and frowning at the same time。 His mouth was open。 She was reading faster。
Continuing； Marty Velmano was a ruthless shark who worked eighteen hours a day； and felt useless unless someone near him was bleeding。 He was the heart and soul of White and Blazevich。 To the power people of Washington； he was a tough operator with plenty of money。 He lunched with congressmen； and played golf with cabinet members。 He did his throat cutting behind his office door。
Einstein was the nickname for Nathaniel Jones； a demented legal genius the firm kept locked away in his own little library on the sixth floor。 He read every case decided by the Supreme Court； the eleven federal appellate courts； and the supreme courts of the fifty states。 Morgan had never met Einstein。 Sightings were rare around the firm。
After he copied it； he folded his copy of the memo and placed it in a desk drawer。 Ten minutes later； Wakefield stormed into his office； very disturbed and pale。 They scratched around Morgan's desk； and found the memo。 Wakefield was angry as hell； which was not unusual。 He asked if Morgan had read this。 No； he insisted。 Evidently he mistakenly picked it up when he left his office； he explained。 What's the big deal？ Wakefield was furious。 He lectured Morgan about the sanctity of one's desk。 He was a blithering idiot； rebuking and expounding around Morgan's office。 He finally realized he was overreacting。 He tried to settle down； but the impression had been made。 He left with the memo。
Morgan hid the copy in a law book in the library on the ninth floor。 He was shocked at Wakefield's paranoia and hysterics。 Before he left that afternoon； he precisely arranged the articles and papers in his desk and on his shelves。 The next morning； he checked them。 Someone had gone through his desk during the night。
Morgan became very careful。 Two days later； he found a tiny screwdriver behind a book on his credenza。 Then he found a small piece of black tape wadded up and dropped in his trash can。 He assumed his office was wired and his phones were bugged。 He caught suspicious looks from Wakefield。 He saw Velmano in Wakefield's office more than usual。
Then Justices Rosenberg and Jensen were killed。 There was no doubt in his mind it was the work of Mattiece and his associates。 The memo did not mention Mattiece； but it referred to a 〃client。〃 Wakefield had no other clients。 And no one client had as much to gain from a new Court as Mattiece。
The last paragraph of the affidavit was frightening。 On two occasions after the assassinations； Morgan knew he was being followed。 He was taken off the pelican case。 He was given more work； more hours； more demands。 He was afraid of being killed。 If they would kill two justices； they would kill a lowly associate。
He signed it under oath before Emily Stanford； a notary public。 Her address was typed under her name。
〃Sit tight。 I'll be right back；〃 Gray said as he opened his door and jumped out。 He dodged cars and dashed across E Street。 There was a pay phone outside a bakery。 He punched Smith Keen's number and looked at his rented car parked haphazardly across the street。
〃Smith； it's Gray。 Listen carefully and do as I say。 I've got another source on the pelican brief。 It's big； Smith； and I need you and Krauthammer in Feldman's office in fifteen minutes。〃
〃What is it？〃
〃Garcia left a farewell message。 We have one more stop； and we're ing in。〃
〃We？ The girl's ing in？〃
〃Yes。 Get a TV with a VCR in the conference room。 I think Garcia wants to talk to us。〃
〃He left a tape？〃
〃Yes。 Fifteen minutes。〃
〃Are you safe？〃
〃I think so。 I'm just nervous as hell； Smith。〃 He hung up and ran back to the car。
* * *
MS。 STANFORD owned a court reporting service on Vermont。 She was dusting the bookshelves when Gray and Darby walked in。 They were in a hurry。
〃Are you Emily Stanford？〃 he asked。
〃Yes。 Why？〃
He showed her the last page of the affidavit。 〃Did you notarize this？〃
〃Who are you？〃
〃Gray Grantham with the Washington Post。 Is this your signature？〃
〃Yes。 I notarized it。〃
Darby handed her the photograph of Garcia； now Morgan； on the sidewalk。 〃Is this the man who signed the affidavit？〃 she asked。
〃This is Curtis Morgan。 Yes。 That's him。〃
〃Thank you；〃 Gray said。
〃He's dead； isn't he？〃 Ms。 Stanford asked。 〃I saw it in the paper。〃
〃Yes； he's dead；〃 Gray said。 〃Did you by chance read this affidavit？〃
〃Oh no。 I just witnessed his signature。 But I knew something was wrong。〃
〃Thank you； Ms。 Stanford。〃 They left as fast as they'd e。
* * *
THE THIN MAN hid his shiny forehead under a ragged fedora。 His pants were rags and his shoes were torn； and he sat in his ancient wheelchair in front of the Post and held a sign proclaiming him to be HUNGRY AND HOMELESS。 He rolled his head from shoulder to shoulder as if the muscles in his neck had collapsed from hunger。 A paper