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〃What do you want？〃 Alfred hissed。
〃I wanna drink。〃
〃No time for drinks。 I'm leaving。〃
〃Settle down； Alfred。 Relax； pal。 There ain't three people in here。〃
〃What do you want？〃 he hissed again。
〃Just a little information。〃
〃It'll cost you。〃
〃It always does。〃 A waiter ventured by； and Vinnie ordered Chivas and water。
〃How's my pal Denton Voyles？〃 Vinnie asked。
〃Kiss my ass； Cozzo。 I'm leaving。 I'm walking outta here。〃
〃Okay； pal。 Relax。 I just need some info。〃
〃Make it quick。〃 Alfred scanned the lounge。 His cup was empty； most of it on the table。
The Chivas arrived； and Vinnie took a good drink。 〃Gotta little situation down in Memphis。 Some of the boys're sorta worried about it。 Ever hear of the Bendini firm？〃
Instinctively； Alfred shook his head in the negative。 Always say no； at first。 Then； after careful digging； return with a nice little report and say yes。 Yes； he'd heard of the Bendini firm and their prized client。 Operation Laundromat。 Voyles himself had named it and was so proud of his creativity。
Vinnie took another good drink。 〃Well； there's a guy down there named McDeere； Mitchell McDeere； who works for this Bendini firm； and we suspect he's also playing grab…ass with your people。 Know what I mean？ We think he's selling info on Bendini to the feds。 Just need to know if it's true。 That's all。〃
Alfred listened with a straight face； although it was not easy。 He knew McDeere's blood type and his favorite restaurant in Memphis。 He knew that McDeere had talked to Tarrance half a dozen times now and that tomorrow； Tuesday； McDeere would bee a millionaire。 Piece of cake。
〃I'll see what I can do。 Let's talk money。〃
Vinnie lit a Salem Light。 〃Well； Alfred； it's a serious matter。 I ain't gonna lie。 Two hundred thousand cash。〃
Alfred dropped the cup。 He pulled a handkerchief from his rear pocket and furiously rubbed his glasses。 〃Two hundred？ Cash？〃
〃That's what I said。 What'd we pay you last time？〃
〃Seventy…five。〃
〃See what I mean？ It's pretty damned serious； Alfred。 Can you do it？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃When？〃
〃Give me two weeks。〃
29
A WEEK before April 15； the workaholics at Bendini； Lambert & Locke reached maximum stress and ran at full throttle on nothing but adrenaline。 And fear。 Fear of missing a deduction or a write…off or some extra depreciation that would cost a rich client an extra million or so。 Fear of picking up the phone and calling the client and informing him that the return was now finished and； sorry to say； an extra eight hundred thousand was due。 Fear of not finishing by the fifteenth and being forced to file extensions and incurring penalties and interest。 The parking lot was full by 6 A。M。 The secretaries worked twelve hours a day。 Tempers were short。 Talk was scarce and hurried。
With no wife to go home to； Mitch worked around the clock。 Sonny Capps had cursed and berated Avery because he owed 450；000。 On earned ine of six million。 Avery had cursed Mitch； and together they plowed through the Capps files again； digging and cursing。 Mitch created two very questionable write…offs that lowered it to 320；000。 Capps said he was considering a new tax firm。 One in Washington。
With six days to go； Capps demanded a meeting with Avery in Houston。 The Lear was available； and Avery left at midnight。 Mitch drove him to the airport； receiving instructions along the way。
Shortly after 1：30 A。M。； he returned to the office。 Three Mercedeses； a BMW and a Jaguar were scattered through the parking lot。 The security guard opened the rear door； and Mitch rode the elevator to the fourth floor。 As usual； Avery locked his office door。 The partners' doors were always locked。 At the end of the hall； a voice could be heard。 Victor Milligan； head of tax； sat at his desk and said ugly things to his puter。 The other offices were dark and locked。
Mitch held his breath and stuck a key into Avery's door。 The knob turned； and he was inside。 He switched on all the lights and went to the small conference table where he and his partner had spent the day and most of the night。 Files were stacked like bricks around the chairs。 Papers thrown here and there。 IRS Reg。 books were piled on top of each other。
Mitch sat at the table and continued his research for Capps。 According to the FBI notebook； Capps was a legitimate businessman who had used for at least eight years。 The Fibbies weren't interested in Sonny Capps。
After an hour； the talking stopped and Milligan closed and locked the door。 He took the stairs without saying good night。 Mitch quickly checked each office on the fourth floor； then the third。 All empty。 It was almost 3 A。M。
Next to the bookshelves on one wall of Avery's office； four solid…oak file cabinets sat undisturbed。 Mitch had noticed them for months but had never seen them used。 The active files were kept in three metal cabinets next to the window。 Secretaries dug through these； usually while Avery yelled at them。 He locked the door behind him and walked to the oak cabinets。 Locked； of course。 He had narrowed it down to two small keys； each less than an inch long。 The first one fit the first cabinet； and he opened it。
From Tammy's inventory of the contraband in Nashville； he had memorized many of the names of the Cayman panies operating with dirty money that was now clean。 He thumbed through the files in the top drawer； and the names jumped at him。 Dunn Lane； Ltd。； Eastpointe； Ltd。； Virgin Bay Ltd。； Inland Contractors； Ltd。； Gulf…South； Ltd。 He found more familiar names in the second and third drawers。 The files were filled with loan documents from Cayman banks； wire…transfer records； warranty deeds； leases； mortgage deeds and a thousand other papers。 He was particularly interested in Dunn Lane and Gulf…South。 Tammy had recorded a significant number of documents for these two panies。
He picked out a Gulf…South file full of wire…transfer records and loan documents from the Royal Bank of Montreal。 He walked to a copier in the center of the fourth floor and turned it on。 While it warmed； he casually glanced around。 The place was dead。 He looked along the ceilings。 No cameras。 He had checked it many times before。 The ACCESS NUMBER light flashed； and he punched in the file number for Mrs。 Lettie Plunk。 Her tax return was sitting on his desk on the second floor； and it could spare a few copies。 He laid the contents on the automatic feed； and three minutes later the file was copied。 One hundred twenty…eight copies； charged to Lettie Plunk。 Back to the file cabinet。 Back to the copier with another stack of Gulf…South evidence。 He punched in the access number for the file of Greenmark Partners； a real estate development pany in Bartlett； Tennessee。 Legitimate folks。 The tax return was sitting on his desk and could spare a few copies。 Ninety…one； to be exact。
Mitch had eighteen tax returns sitting in his office waiting to be signed and filed。 With six days to go； he had finished his deadline work。 All eighteen received automatic billings for copies of Gulf…South and Dunn Lane evidence。 He had scribbled their access numbers on a sheet of notepaper； and it sat on the table next to the copier。 After using the eighteen numbers； he accessed with three numbers borrowed from Lamar's files and three numbers borrowed from the Capps files。
A wire ran from the copier through a hole in the wall and down the inside of a closet； where it connected with wires from three other copiers on the fourth floor。 The wire； larger now； ran down through the ceiling and along a baseboard to the billing room on the third floor； where a puter recorded and billed every copy made within 。 An innocuous…looking little gray wire ran from the puter up a wall and through the ceiling to the fourth floor； and then up to the fifth； where another puter recorded the access code； the number of copies and the location of the machine making each copy。
At 5 P。M。； April 15； Bendini； Lambert & Locke shut down。 By six； the parking lot was empty； and the expensive automobiles reassembled two miles away behind a venerable seafood establishment called Anderton's。 A small banquet room was reserved for the annual April 15 blowout。 Every associate and active partner was present； along with eleven retired partners。 The retirees were tanned and well rested； the actives were haggard and frayed。 But they were all in a festive spirit； ready to get plastered。 The stringent rules of clean living and moderation would be forgotten this night。 Another firm rule prohibited any lawyer or secretary from working on April 16。
Platters of cold boiled shrimp and raw oysters sat on tables along the walls。 A huge wooden barrel filled with ice and cold Moosehead greeted them。 Ten cases stood behind the barrel。 Roosevelt popped tops as quickly as possible。 Late in the night； he would get drunk with the rest of them； and Oliver Lambert would call a taxi to haul him home to Jessie Frances。 It was a ritual。
Roosevelt's cousin； Little Bobby Blue Baker； sat at a baby grand and sang sadly as the lawyers filed in。 For now； he was the entertainment。 Later； he would not be needed。
Mitch ignored the food and took an icy green bottle to a table near the piano。 Lamar followed with two pounds of shrimp。 They watched their colleagues shake off coats and ties and attack the Moosehead。
〃Get 'em all finished？〃 Lamar asked； devouring the shrimp。
〃Yeah。 I finished mine yesterday。 Avery and I worked on Sonny Capps's until five P。M。 It's finished。〃
〃How much？〃
〃Quarter of a mill。〃
〃Ouch。〃 Lamar turned up the bottle and drained half of it。 〃He's never paid that much； has he？〃
〃No； and he's furious。 I don't understand the guy。 He cleared six million from all sorts of ventures； and he's mad as hell because he had to pay five percent in taxes。〃
〃How's Avery？〃
〃Somewhat worried。 Capps made him fly to Houston last week； and it did not go well。 He left on the Lear at midnight。 Told me later Capps was waiting at his office at four in the morning； furious over his tax mess。 Blamed it all on Avery。 Said he might change firms。〃
〃I think he says that all the time。 You need a beer？〃
Lamar left and returned with four Mooseheads。 〃How's Abby's mom？〃
Mitch borrowed a shrimp and peeled it。 〃She's okay； for now。 They removed a lung。〃
〃And how's Abby？〃 Lamar was watching his friend； and not eating。
Mitch started another beer。 〃She's fine。〃
〃Look； Mitch； our kids go to St。 Andrew's。 It's no secret Abby took a leave of absence。 She's been gone for two weeks。 We know it； and we're concerned。〃
〃Things will work out。 She wants to spend a little time away。 It's no big deal； really。〃
〃e on； Mitch。 It's a big deal when your wife leaves home without saying when she'll return。 At least that's what she told the headmaster at school。〃
〃That's true。 She doesn't know when she'll e back。 Probably a month or so。 She's had a hard time coping with the hours at the office。〃
The lawyers were all present and accounted for； so Roosevelt shut the door。 The room became noisier。 Bobby Blue took requests。 。
〃Have you thought about slowing down？〃 Lamar asked。
〃No； not really。 Why should I？〃
〃Look； Mitch； I'm your friend； right？ I'm worried about you。 You can't make a million bucks the first year。〃
Oh yeah； he thought。 I made a million bucks last week。 In ten seconds the little account in Freeport jumped from ten thousand to a million ten thousand。 And fifteen minutes later； the account was closed and the money was resting safely in a bank in Switzerland。 Ah； the wonder of wire transfer。 And because of the million bucks； this would be the first and only April 15 party of his short； but distinguished legal career。 And his good friend who is so concerned about his marriage will most likely be in jail before long。 Along with everyone else in the room； except for Roosevelt； Hell； Tarrance might get so excited he'll indict Roosevelt and Jessie Frances just for the fun of it。
Then the trials。 〃I； Mitchell Y。 McDeere； do solemnly swear to tell the truth； the whole truth and nothing but the truth。 So help me God。〃 And he'd sit in the witness chair and point the finger at his good friend Lamar Quin。 And