按键盘上方向键 ← 或 → 可快速上下翻页，按键盘上的 Enter 键可回到本书目录页，按键盘上方向键 ↑ 可回到本页顶部！
————未阅读完？加入书签已便下次继续阅读！
He opened the door again。 〃I'm Tom Kupcheck； her father； and she doesn't want to talk。〃
Gray nodded as if this was understandable。 〃We won't be five minutes。 I promise。〃
He walked onto the porch and closed the door behind him。 〃I guess you're hard of hearing。 I said she doesn't want to talk。〃
〃I heard you； Mr。 Kupcheck。 And I respect her privacy； and I know what she's been through。〃
〃Since when do you guys respect anyone's privacy？〃
Evidently； Mr。 Kupcheck had a short fuse。 It was about to blow。
Gray kept calm。 Darby backed away。 She'd been involved in enough altercations for one day。
〃Her husband called me three times before he died。 I talked to him on the phone； and I don't believe his death was a random killing by street punks。〃
〃He's dead。 My daughter is upset。 She doesn't want to talk。 Now get the hell out of here。〃
〃Mr。 Kupcheck；〃 Darby said warmly。 〃We have reason to believe your son…in…law was a witness to some highly organized criminal activity。〃
This calmed him a bit； and he glared at Darby。 〃Is that so？ Well； you can't ask him about it； can you？ My daughter knows nothing。 She's had a bad day and she's on medication。 Now leave。〃
〃Can we see her tomorrow？〃 Darby asked。
〃I doubt it。 Call first。〃
Gray handed him a business card。 〃If she wants to talk； use the number on the back。 I'm staying at a hotel。 I'll call around noon tomorrow。〃
〃You do that。 For now； just leave。 You've already upset her。〃
〃We're sorry；〃 Gray said； as they walked off the porch。 Mr。 Kupcheck opened the door but watched them as they left。 Gray stopped； and turned to him。 〃Has any other reporter called or stopped by？〃
〃A bunch of them called the day after he was killed。 They wanted all sorts of stuff。 Rude people。〃
〃But none in the past few days？〃
〃No。 Now leave。〃
〃Any from the New York Times？〃
〃No。〃 He stepped inside and slammed the door。
They hurried to the car parked four doors down。 There was no traffic on the street。 Gray zigzagged through the short suburban streets； and crisscrossed his way out of the neighborhood。 He watched the mirror until he was convinced they were not being followed。
〃End of Garcia；〃 Darby said as they entered 395 and headed for the city。
〃Not yet。 We'll make one final； dying gasp tomorrow； and maybe she'll talk to us。〃
〃If she knew something； her father would know。 And if her father knew； why wouldn't he cooperate？ There's nothing there； Gray。〃
This made perfect sense。 They rode in silence for a few minutes。 Fatigue was setting in。
〃We can be at the airport in fifteen minutes；〃 he said。I'll drop you off； and you can be out of here in thirty minutes。 Take a plane anywhere； just vanish。〃
〃I'll leave tomorrow。 I need some rest； and I want to think about where to go。 Thanks。〃
〃Do you feel safe？〃
〃At this moment； yes。 But it's subject to change in seconds。〃
〃I'll be glad to sleep in your room tonight。 Just like in New York。〃
〃You didn't sleep in my room in New York。 You slept on a sofa in the sitting room。〃 She was smiling； and this was a good sign。
He was smiling too。 〃Okay。 I'll sleep in the sitting room tonight。〃
〃I don't have a sitting room。〃
〃Well； well。 Then where can I sleep？〃
Suddenly； she was not smiling。 She bit her lip and her eyes watered。 He had pushed too far。 It was Callahan again。
〃I'm just not ready；〃 she said。
〃When might you be ready？〃
〃Gray； please。 Just leave it alone。〃
She watched the traffic ahead and said nothing。 〃I'm sorry；〃 he said。
Slowly； she lay down in the seat and placed her head in his lap。 He gently rubbed her shoulder； and she clutched his hand。 〃I'm scared to death；〃 she said quietly。
* * *
HE HAD LEFT HER ROOM around ten； after a bottle of wine and egg rolls。 He had called Mason Paypur； the night police reporter for the Post； and asked him to check with his sources about the Morgan street killing。 It had happened downtown in an area not noted for killings； just a few muggings and beatings。
He was tired and discouraged。 And he was unhappy because she would leave tomorrow。 The Post owed him six weeks of vacation； and he was tempted to leave with her。 Mattiece could have his oil。 But he was afraid he'd never e back； which wouldn't be the end of his world except for the troublesome fact that she had money and he didn't。 They could skip along the beaches and frolic in the sun for about two months on his money； then it would be up to her。 And； more importantly； she hadn't invited him to join in her getaway。 She was grieving。 When she mentioned Thomas Callahan； he could feel the pain。
He was now at the Jefferson Hotel on Sixteenth； pursuant； of course； to her instructions。 He called Cleve at home。
〃Where are you？〃 Cleve asked； irritated。
〃A hotel。 It's a long story。 What's up？〃
〃They put Sarge on medical leave for ninety days。〃
〃What's wrong with him？〃
〃Nothing。 He says they want him out of the place for a while。 It's like a bunker over there。 Everybody's been told to shut up and speak to no one。 They're scared to death。 They made Sarge leave at noon today。 He thinks you could be in serious danger。 He's heard your name a thousand times in the past week。 They're obsessed with you and how much you know。〃
〃Who's they？〃
〃Coal； of course； and his aide Birchfield。 They run the West Wing like the Gestapo。 Sometimes they include； what's his name； the little squirrel with the bow tie？ Domestic affairs？〃
〃Emmitt Waycross。〃
〃That's him。 It's mainly Coal and Birchfield making the threats and plotting strategy。〃
〃What kind of threats？〃
〃No one in the White House； except for the President； can talk to the press on the record or off without Coal's approval。 This includes the press secretary。 Coal clears everything。〃
〃That's incredible。〃
〃They're terrified。 And Sarge thinks they're dangerous。〃
〃Okay。 I'm hiding。〃
〃I stopped by your apartment late last night。 I wish you'd tell me when you disappear。〃
〃I'll check in tomorrow night。〃
〃What're you driving？〃
〃A rented Pontiac with four doors。 Very sporty。〃
〃I checked the Volvo this afternoon。 It's fine。〃
〃Thanks； Cleve。〃
〃You okay？〃
〃I think so。 Tell Sarge I'm fine。〃
〃Call me tomorrow。 I'm worried。〃
* * *
HE SLEPT FOUR HOURS and was awake when the phone rang。 It was dark outside； and would remain that way for at least two hours。 He stared at the phone； and picked it up on the fifth ring。
〃Hello；〃 he said suspiciously。
〃Is this Gray Grantham？〃 It was a very timid female。
〃Yes。 Who is this？〃
〃Beverly Morgan。 You stopped by last night。〃
Gray was on his feet； listening hard； wide awake。 〃Yes。 I'm sorry if we upset you。〃
〃No。 My father is very protective。 And angry。 The reporters were awful after Curtis was killed。 They called from everywhere。 They wanted old pictures of him and new photos of me and the child。 They called at all hours。 It was terrible； and my father got tired of it。 He pushed two of them off the porch。〃
〃I guess we were lucky。〃
〃I hope he didn't offend you。〃 The voice was hollow and detached； yet trying to be strong。
〃Not at all。〃
〃He's asleep now； downstairs on the sofa。 So we can talk。〃
〃Why aren't you asleep？〃 he asked。
〃I'm taking some pills to make me sleep； and I'm all out of sync。 I've been sleeping days and rambling nights。〃 It was obvious she was awake and wanted to talk。
Gray sat on the bed and tried to relax。 〃I can't imagine the shock of something like this。〃
〃It takes several days for it to bee real。 At first； the pain is horrible。 Just horrible。 I couldn't move my body without hurting。 I couldn't think because of the shock and disbelief。 I went through the motions to get through the funeral； which now seems like a bad dream。 Is this boring？〃
〃Not at all。〃
〃I've got to get off these pills。 I sleep so much I don't get to talk to adults。 Plus； my father tends to run people off。 Are you taping this？〃
〃No。 I'm just listening。〃
〃He was killed a week ago tonight。 I thought he was working very late； which was not unusual。 They shot him and took his wallet； so the cops couldn't identify him。 I saw on the late news where a young lawyer had been murdered downtown； and I knew it was Curtis。 Don't ask me how they knew he was a lawyer without knowing his name。 It's strange； all the little weird things that go with a murder。〃
〃Why was he working late？〃
〃He worked eighty hours a week； sometimes more。 White and Blazevich is a sweatshop。 They try to kill the associates for seven years； and if they can't kill them they make them partners。 Curtis hated the place。 He was tired of being a lawyer。〃
〃How long was he there？〃
〃Five years。 He was making ninety thousand a year； so he put up with the hassle。〃
〃Did you know he called me？〃
〃No。 My father told me you said that； and I've thought about it all night。 What did he say？〃
〃He never identified himself。 He used the code name of Garcia。 Don't ask how I learned his identityit'll take hours。 He said he possibly knew something about the assassinations of Justices Rosenberg and Jensen； and he wanted to tell me what he knew。〃
〃Randy Garcia was his best friend in elementary school。〃
〃I got the impression he had seen something at the office； and perhaps someone at the office knew he had seen it。 He was very nervous； and always called from pay phones。 He thought he was being followed。 We had planned to meet early Saturday before last； but he called that morning and said no。 He was scared； and said he had to protect his family。 Did you know any of this？〃
〃No。 I knew he was under a great deal of stress； but he'd been that way for five years。 He never brought the office home with him。 He hated the place； really。〃
〃Why'd he hate the place？〃
〃He worked for a bunch of cutthroats； a bunch of thugs who'd watch you bleed for a buck。 They spend tons of money on this marvelous facade of respectability； but they are scum。 Curtis was a top student and had his pick of jobs。 They were such a great bunch of guys when they recruited him； and plete monsters to work with。 Very unethical。〃
〃Why did he stay with the firm？〃
〃The money kept getting better。 He almost left a year ago； but the job offer fell through。 He was very unhappy； but he tried to keep it to himself。 I think he felt guilty for making such a big mistake。 We had a little routine around here。 When he came home； I would ask him how his day went。 Sometimes this was at ten at night； so I knew it was a bad day。 But he always said the day had been profitable； that was the word； profitable。 And then we talked about our baby。 He didn't want to talk about the office； and I didn't want to hear it。〃
〃Well； so much for Garcia。 He's dead； and he told his wife nothing。Who cleaned out his desk？〃
Someone at the office。 They brought his stuff Friday； all neatly packaged and taped in three cardboard boxes。 You're wele to go 〃through it。〃
〃No； thanks。 I'm sure it's been sanitized。 How much life insurance did he have？〃
She paused for a second。 〃You're a smart man； Mr。 Grantham。 Two weeks ago； he bought a million…dollar term policy with double indemnity for accidental death。〃
〃That's two million dollars。〃
〃Yes sir。 I guess you're right。 I guess he was suspicious。〃
〃I don't think he was killed by muggers； Mrs。 Morgan。〃
〃I can't believe this。〃 She choked a little； but fought it off。
〃Have the cops asked y