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his head from shoulder to shoulder as if the muscles in his neck had collapsed from hunger。 A paper bowl with a few dollars and coins was in his lap； but it was his money。 Maybe he could do better if he was blind。
He looked pitiful； sitting there like a vegetable； rolling his head； wearing green Kermit the Frog sunglasses。 He watched every move on the street。
He saw the car fly around the corner and park illegally。 The man and the woman jumped out； and ran toward him。 He had a gun under the ragged quilt； but they were moving too fast。 And there were too many people on the sidewalk。 They entered the Post building。
He waited a minute； then rolled himself away。
* * *
SMITH KEEN was pacing and fidgeting in front of Feldman's office door as the secretary looked on。 He saw them weaving hurriedly down the aisle between the rows of desks。 Gray was leading and holding her hand。 She was definitely attractive； but he would appreciate it later。 They were breathless。
〃Smith Keen； this is Darby Shaw；〃 Gray said between breaths。
They shook hands。 〃Hello；〃 she said； looking around at the sprawling newsroom。
〃My pleasure； Darby。 From what I hear； you are a remarkable woman。〃
〃Right；〃 Grantham said。 〃We can chitchat later。〃
〃Follow me；〃 Keen said； and they were off again。 〃Feldman wanted to use the conference room。〃 They cut across the cluttered newsroom； and walked into a plush room with a long table in the center of it。 It was full of men who were talking but immediately shut up when she walked in。 Feldman closed the door。
〃He reached for her hand。I'm Jackson Feldman； executive editor。 You must be Darby。〃
〃Who else？〃 Gray said； still breathing hard。
Feldman ignored him and looked around the table。 He pointed。This is Howard Krauthammer； managing editor； Ernie DeBasio； assistant managing editor/foreign； Elliot Cohen； assistant managing editor/national； and Vince Litsky； our attorney。〃
She nodded politely and forgot each name as she heard it。 They were all at least fifty； all in shirtsleeves； all deeply concerned。 She could feel the tension。
〃Give me the tape；〃 Gray said。
She took it from her bag and handed it to him。 The television and VCR were at the end of the room on a portable stand。 He pushed the tape into the VCR。 〃We got this twenty minutes ago； so we haven't seen it。〃
Darby sat in a chair against the wall。 The men inched toward the screen and waited for an image。
On a black screen was the date…October 12。 Then Curtis Morgan was sitting at a table in a kitchen。 He held a switch that evidently worked the camera。
〃My name is Curtis Morgan； and since you're watching this； I'm probably dead。〃 It was a helluva first sentence。 The men grimaced and inched closer。
〃Today is October 12； and I'm doing this at my house。 I'm alone。 My wife is at the doctor。 I should be at work； but I called in sick。 My wife knows nothing about any of this。 I've told no one。 Since you're watching this； you've also seen this。 ＇He holds up the affidavit。＇ This is an affidavit I've signed； and I plan to leave it with this video； probably in a safe deposit box in a bank downtown。 I'll read the affidavit； and discuss other things。〃
〃We've got the affidavit；〃 Gray said quickly。 He was standing against the wall next to Darby。 No one looked at him。 They were glued to the screen。 Morgan slowly read the affidavit。 His eyes darted from the pages to the camera； back and forth； back and forth。
It took him ten minutes。 Each time Darby heard the word pelican； she closed her eyes and slowly shook her head。 It had all e down to this。 It was a bad dream。 She tried to listen。
When Morgan finished the affidavit； he laid it on the table； and looked at some notes on a legal pad。 He was fortable and relaxed。 He was a handsome kid who looked younger than twenty…nine。 He was at home； so there was no tie。 Just a starched white button…down。 White and Blazevich was not an ideal place to work； he said； but most of the four hundred lawyers were honest and probably knew nothing about Mattiece。 In fact； he doubted if many besides Wakefield； Velmano； and Einstein were involved in the conspiracy。 There was a partner named Jarreld Schwabe who was sinister enough to be involved； but Morgan had no proof。 （Darby remembered him well。） There was an ex…secretary who'd quit abruptly a few days after the assassinations。 Her name was Miriam LaRue； and she'd worked in the oil and gas section for eighteen years。 She might know something。 She lives in Falls Church。 Another secretary whom he would not name had told him she overheard a conversation between Wakefield and Velmano； and the topic was whether he； Morgan； could be trusted。 But she just heard bits and pieces。 They treated him differently after the memo was found on his desk。 Especially Schwabe and Wakefield。 It was as if they wanted to throw him up against the wall and threaten his life if he told of the memo； but they couldn't do it because they weren't sure he'd seen it。 And they were afraid to make a big deal out of it。 But he'd seen it； and they were almost certain he'd seen it。 And if they conspired to kill Rosenberg and Jensen； well； hell； he was just an associate。 He could be replaced in seconds。
Litsky the lawyer shook his head in disbelief。 The numbness was wearing off； and they moved a bit in their seats。
Morgan muted by car； and twice he was trailed。 Once during lunch； he saw a man watching him。 He talked about his family for a while； and started to ramble。 It was apparent he'd run out of hard news。 Gray handed the affidavit and the memo to Feldman； who read it and passed it to Krauthammer； who passed it on。
Morgan finished with a chilling farewell： 〃I don't know who will see this tape。 I'll be dead； so it won't really matter； I guess。 I hope you use this to nail Mattiece and his sleazy lawyers。 But if the sleazy lawyers are watching this tape； then you can all go straight to hell。〃
Gray ejected the tape。 He rubbed his hands together and smiled at the group。 〃Well； gentlemen； did we bring you enough verification； or do you want more？〃
〃I know those guys；〃 Litsky said； dazed。 〃Wakefield and I played tennis a year ago。〃
Feldman was up and walking。 〃How'd you find Morgan？〃
〃It's a long story；〃 Gray said。
〃Give me a real short version。〃
〃We found a law student at Georgetown who clerked for White and Blazevich last summer。 He identified a photograph of Morgan。〃
〃How'd you get the photograph？〃 Litsky asked。
〃Don't ask。 It doesn't go with the story。〃
〃I say run the story；〃 Krauthammer said loudly。
〃Run it；〃 said Elliot Cohen。
〃How'd you learn he was dead？〃 Feldman asked。
〃Darby went to White and Blazevich yesterday。 They broke the news。〃
〃Where was the video and affidavit？〃
〃In a lockbox at First Columbia。 Morgan's wife gave me the key at five this morning。 I've done nothing wrong。 The pelican brief has been verified fully by an independent source。〃
〃Run it；〃 said Ernie DeBasio。 〃Run it with the biggest headline since NIXON RESIGNS。〃
Feldman stopped near Smith Keen。 The two friends eyed each other carefully。 〃Run it；〃 said Keen。
He turned to the lawyer。 〃Vince？〃
〃There's no question； legally。 But I'd like to see the story after it's written。〃
〃How long will it take to write it？〃 the editor asked Gray。
〃The brief portion is already outlined。 I can finish it up in an hour or so。 Give me two hours on Morgan。 Three at the most。〃
Feldman hadn't smiled since he shook hands with Darby。 He paced to the other side of the room； and stood in Gray's face。 〃What if this tape's a hoax？〃
〃Hoax？ We're talking dead bodies； Jackson。 I've seen the widow。 She's a real； live widow。 This paper ran the story of his murder。 He's dead。 Even his law firm says he's dead。 And that's him on the tape； talking about dying。 I know that's him。 And we talked to the notary public who witnessed his signature on the affidavit。 She identified him。〃 Gray was getting louder and looking around the room。 〃Everything he said verifies the pelican brief。 Everything。 Mattiece； the lawsuit； the assassinations。 Then we've got Darby； the author of the brief。 And more dead bodies； and they've chased her all over the country。 There are no holes； Jackson。 It's a story。〃
He finally smiled。 〃It's more than a story。 Have it written by two。 It's eleven now。 Use this conference room and close the door。〃 Feldman was pacing again。We'll meet here at exactly two and read the draft。 Not a word。〃
The men stood and filed from the room； but not before each shook hands with Darby Shaw。 They were uncertain whether to say congratulations or thanks or whatever； so they just smiled and shook her hand。 She kept her seat。
When they were alone； Gray sat beside her and they held hands。 The clean conference table was before them。 The chairs were placed perfectly around it。 The walls were white； and the room was lit by fluorescent lights and two narrow windows。
〃How do you feel？〃 he asked。
〃I don't know。 This is the end of the road； I guess。 We made it。〃
〃You don't sound too happy。〃
〃I've had better months。 I'm happy for you。〃
He looked at her。 〃Why are you happy for me？〃
〃You put the pieces together and it hits tomorrow。 It's got Pulitzer written all over it。〃
〃I hadn't thought about that。〃
〃Liar。〃
〃Okay； maybe once。 But when you got off the elevator yesterday and told me Garcia was dead； I quit thinking about Pulitzers。〃
〃It's not fair。 I do all the work。 We used my brains and looks and legs； and you get all the glory。〃
〃I'll be glad to use your name。 I'll credit you as the author of the brief。 We'll put your picture on the front page； along with Rosenberg； Jensen； Mattiece； the President； Verheek； and〃
〃Thomas？ Will his picture run with the story？〃
〃It's up to Feldman。 He'll edit this one。〃
She thought about this； and said nothing。
〃Well； Ms。 Shaw； I've got three hours to write the biggest story of my career。 A story that will shock the world。 A story that could bring down a presidency。 A story that will solve the assassinations。 A story that will make me rich and famous。〃
〃You'd better let me write it。〃
〃Would you？ I'm tired。〃
〃Go get your notes。 And some coffee。〃
* * *
THEY CLOSED THE DOOR and cleared the table。 A news aide rolled in a PC with a printer。 They sent him after a pot of coffee。 Then some fruit。 They outlined the story in sections； beginning with the assassinations； then the pelican case in south Louisiana； then Mattiece and his link to the President； then the pelican brief and all the havoc it created； Callahan； Verheek； then Curtis Morgan and his muggers； then White and Blazevich and Wakefield； Velmano； and Einstein。 Darby preferred to write in longhand。 She scaled down the litigation and the brief； and what was known of Mattiece。 Gray took the rest； and typed out rough notes on the machine。
Darby was a model of organization； with notes neatly arranged on the table； and words carefully written on paper。 He was a whirlwind of chaospapers on the floor； talking to the puter； printing random paragraphs that were discarded by the time they were on paper。 She kept telling him to be quiet。 This is not a law school library； he explained。 This is a newspaper。 You work with a phone in each ear and someone yelling at you。
At twelve…thirty； Smith Keen sent in food。 Darby ate a cold sandwich and watched the traffic below。 Gray was digging through campaign reports。
She saw him。 He was leaning on the side of a building across Fifteenth Street； and he would not have been suspicious except he had been leaning on the side of the Madison Hotel an hour earlier。 He was sipping something from a tall Styrofoam cup； and w