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…thirty； almost dark。 She called the office； but no one answered。 Maybe he was driving home。
An hour before midnight； the phone rang。 Except for it and the light snoring； the second…floor office was without a sound。 His feet were on the new desk； crossed at the ankles and numb from lack of circulation。 The rest of the body slouched fortably in the thick leather executive chair。
He slumped to one side and intermittently exhaled the sounds of a deep sleep。 The Capps file was strewn over the desk and one formidable…looking document was held firmly against his stomach。 His shoes were on the floor； next to the desk； next to a pile of documents from the Capps file。 An empty potato…chip bag was between the shoes。
After a dozen rings he moved； then jumped at the phone。 It was his wife。
〃Why haven't you called？〃 she asked； coolly； yet with a slight touch of concern。
〃I'm sorry。 I fell asleep。 What time is it？〃 He rubbed his eyes and focused on his watch。
〃Eleven。 I wish you would call。〃
〃I did call。 No one answered。〃
〃When？〃
〃Between eight and nine。 Where were you？〃
She did not answer。 She waited。 〃Are you ing home？〃
〃No。 I need to work all night。〃
〃All night？ You can't work all night； Mitch。〃
〃Of course I can work all night。 Happens all the time around here。 It's expected。〃
〃I expected you home； Mitch。 And the least you could've done was call。 Dinner is still on the stove。〃
〃I'm sorry。 I'm up to my ears in deadlines and I lost track of time。 I apologize。〃
There was silence for a moment as she considered the apology。 〃Will this bee a habit； Mitch？〃
〃It might。〃
〃I see。 When do you think you might be home？〃
〃Are you scared？〃
〃No； I'm not scared。 I'm going to bed。〃
〃I'll e in around seven for a shower。〃
〃That's nice。 If I'm asleep； don't wake me。〃
She hung up。 He looked at the receiver； then put it in place。 On the fifth floor a security agent chuckled to himself。 〃 'Don't wake me。' That's good；〃 he said as he pushed a button on the puterized recorder。 He punched three buttons and spoke into a small mike。 〃Hey； Dutch； wake up down there。〃
Dutch woke up and leaned to the inter。 〃Yeah； what is it？〃
〃This is Marcus upstairs； I think our boy plans to stay all night。〃
〃What's his problem？〃
〃Right now it's his wife。 He forgot to call her and she fixed a real nice supper。〃
〃Aw； that's too bad。 We've heard that before； ain't we？〃
〃Yeah； every rookie does it the first week。 Anyway； he told her he ain't ing home till in the morning。 So go back to sleep。〃
Marcus pushed some more buttons and returned to his magazine。
Abby was waiting when the sun peeked between the oak trees。 She sipped coffee and held the dog and listened to the quiet sounds of her neighborhood stirring to life。 Sleep had been fitful。 A hot shower had not eased the fatigue。 She wore a white terry…cloth bathrobe； one of his； and nothing else。 Her hair was wet and pulled straight back。
A car door slammed and the dog pointed inside the house。 She heard him unlock the kitchen door； and moments later the sliding door to the patio opened。 He laid his coat on a bench near the door and walked over to her。
〃Good morning；〃 he said； then sat down across the wicker table。
She gave him a fake smile。 〃Good morning to you。〃
〃You're up early；〃 he said in an effort at friendliness。 It did not work。 She smiled again and sipped her coffee。
He breathed deeply and gazed across the yard。 〃Still mad about last night； I see。〃
〃Not really。 I don't carry a grudge。〃
〃I said I was sorry； and I meant it。 I tried to call once。〃
〃You could've called again。〃
〃Please don't divorce me； Abby。 I swear it will never happen again。 Just don't leave me。〃
She managed a genuine grin。 〃You look terrible；〃 she said。
〃What's under the robe？〃
〃Nothing。〃
〃Let's see。〃
〃Why don't you take a nap。 You look haggard。〃
〃Thanks。 But I've got a nine o'clock meeting with Avery。 And a ten o'clock meeting with Avery。〃
〃Are they trying to kill you the first week？〃
〃Yes； but they can't do it。 I'm too much of a man。 Let's go take a shower。〃
〃I've taken one。〃
〃Naked？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃Tell me about it。 Tell me every detail。〃
〃If you'd e home at a decent hour you wouldn't feel depraved。〃
〃I'm sure it'll happen again； dear。 There will be plenty of all…nighters。 You didn't plain in law school when I studied around the clock。〃
〃It was different。 I endured law school because I knew it would soon end。 But now you're a lawyer and you will be for a long time。 Is this part of it？ Will you always work a thousand hours a week？〃
〃Abby； this is my first week。〃
〃That's what worries me。 It will only get worse。〃
〃Sure it will。 That's part of it； Abby。 It's a cutthroat business where the weak are eaten and the strong get rich。 It's a marathon。 He who endures wins the gold。〃
〃And dies at the finish line。〃
〃I don't believe this。 We moved here a week ago； and you're already worried about my health。〃
She sipped the coffee and rubbed the dog。 She was beautiful。 With tired eyes； no makeup； and wet hair； she was beautiful。 He stood； walked behind her and kissed her on the cheek。 〃I love you；〃 he whispered。
She clutched his hand on her shoulder。 〃Go take a shower。 I'll fix breakfast。〃
The table was arranged to perfection。 Her grandmother's china was taken from the cabinet and used for the first time in the new home。 Candles were lit in silver candlesticks。 Grapefruit juice was poured in the crystal tea glasses。 Linen napkins that matched the tablecloth were folded on the plates。 When he finished his shower and changed into a new Burberry glen plaid； he walked to the dining room and whistled。
〃What's the occasion？〃
〃It's a special breakfast； for a special husband。〃
He sat and admired the china。 The food was warming in a covered silver dish。 〃What'd you cook？〃 he asked； smacking his lips。 She pointed and he removed the lid。 He stared at it。
〃What's this？〃 he asked without looking at her。
〃Veal piccata。〃
〃Veal what？〃
〃Veal piccata。〃
He glanced at his watch。 〃I thought it was breakfast time。
〃I cooked it for dinner last night； and I suggest you eat it。〃
〃Veal piccata for breakfast？〃
She grinned firmly and shook her head slightly。 He looked again at the dish； and for a second or two analyzed the situation。
Finally； he said； 〃Smells good。〃
8
SATURDAY morning。 He slept in and didn't get to the office until seven。 He didn't shave； wore jeans； an old button…down； no socks and Bass loafers。 Law school attire。
The Capps agreement had been printed and reprinted late Friday。 He made some further revisions； and Nina ran it again at eight Friday night。 He assumed she had little or no social life； so he didn't hesitate to ask her to work late。 She said she didn't mind overtime； so he asked her to work Saturday morning。
She arrived at nine； wearing a pair of jeans that would fit a nose guard。 He handed her the agreement； all two hundred and six pages； with his latest changes； and asked her to run it for the fourth time。 He was to meet with Avery at ten。
The office changed on Saturday。 All of the associates were there； as well as most of the partners and a few of the secretaries。 There were no clients； thus no dress code。 There was enough denim to launch a cattle drive。 No ties。 Some of the preppier ones wore their finest starched Duckheads with heavily starched button…downs and seemed to crackle when they walked。
But the pressure was there； at least for Mitchell Y。 McDeere； the newest associate。 He had canceled his bar review meetings on Thursday； Friday and Saturday； and the fifteen notebooks sat on the shelf； gathering dust and reminding him that he would indeed bee the first member to flunk the bar exam。
At ten the fourth revision was plete； and Nina ceremoniously laid it on Mitch's desk and left for the coffee room。 It had grown to two hundred and nineteen pages。 He had read every word four times and researched the tax code provisions until they were memorized。 He marched down the hall to his partner's office and laid it on the desk。 A secretary was packing a mammoth briefcase while the boss talked on the phone。
〃How many pages？〃 Avery asked when he hung up。
〃Over two hundred。〃
〃This is quite impressive。 How rough is it？〃
〃Not very。 That's the fourth revision since yesterday morning。 It's almost perfect。〃
〃We'll see。 I'll read it on the plane； then Capps will read it with a magnifying glass。 If he finds one mistake he'll raise hell for an hour and threaten not to pay。 How many hours are in this？〃
〃Fifty…four and a half； since Wednesday。〃
〃I know I've pushed； and I apologize。 You've had a tough first week。 But our clients sometimes push hard； and this won't be the last time we break our necks for someone who pays us two hundred dollars an hour。 It's part of the business。〃
〃I don't mind it。 I'm behind on the bar review； but I can catch up。〃
〃Is that little Hudson twerp giving you a hard time？〃
〃No。〃
〃If he does； let me know。 He's only a five…year man； and he enjoys playing professor。 Thinks he's a real academic。 I don't particularly like him。〃
〃He's no problem。〃
Avery placed the agreement in the briefcase。 〃Where are the prospectus and other documents？〃
〃I've done a very rough draft of each。 You said we had twenty days。〃
〃We do； but let's get it done。 Capps starts demanding things long before their deadlines。 Are you working tomorrow？〃
〃I hadn't planned on it。 In fact； my wife has sort of insisted we go to church。〃
Avery shook his head。 〃Wives can really get in the way； can't they？〃 He said this without expecting a reply。
Mitch did not respond。
〃Let's have Capps finished by next Saturday。〃
〃Fine。 No problem；〃 Mitch said。
〃Have we discussed Koker…Hanks？〃 Avery asked while rummaging through a file。
〃No。〃
〃Here it is。 Koker…Hanks is a big general contractor out of Kansas City。 Keeps about a hundred million under contract； all over the country。 An outfit out of Denver called Holloway Brothers has offered to buy Koker…Hanks。 They want to swap some stock； some assets； some contracts； and throw in some cash。 Pretty plicated deal。 Familiarize yourself with the file； and we'll discuss it Tuesday morning when I get back。〃
〃How much time do we have？〃
〃Thirty days。〃
It was not quite as thick as the Capps file； but just as imposing。 〃Thirty days；〃 Mitch mumbled。
〃The deal is worth eighty million； and we'll rake off two hundred grand in fees。 Not a bad deal。 Every time you look at that file； charge it for an hour。 Work on it whenever you can。 In fact； if the name Koker…Hanks crosses your mind while you're driving to work； stick it for an hour。 The sky's the limit on this one。〃
Avery relished the thought of a client who would pay regardless of the charges。 Mitch said goodbye and returned to his office。
About the time the cocktails were finished； while they studied the wine list and listened to Oliver Lambert's parison of the nuances； the subtleties； the distinctions of each of the French wines； about the time Mitch and Abby realized they would much rather be home eating a pizza and watching TV； two men with the correct key entered the shiny black BMW in the parking lot of Justine's。 They wore coats and ties and looked inconspicuous。 They sped away innocently and drove across midtown to the new home of Mr： and Mrs。 McDeere。 They parked the BMW where it belonged； in the carport。 The driver produced another key； and the two entered the house。 Hearsay was locked in a closet in the washroom。
In the dark； a small leather attache case was placed on the dining table。 Thin disposable rubber gloves were pulled and stretched over the hands； and each took a small flashlight。
〃Do the phones first；〃 one said。
They worked quickly； in the dark。 The receiver from the kitchen phone was unplugged and laid on the table。 The microphone was unscrewed and examined。 A tiny drop…in transmitter； the size of a raisin； was glued in the cavity of the receiver and held firmly in place for ten seco