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not ugly； but the years in lounges and nightclubs were taking their toll。 Her features were strong； and minus the bleach and heavy makeup she would be somewhat attractive for her age。 About forty； he guessed。
She took a mighty drag and sent a cloud of smoke surging from the Rabbit。 〃I guess we're in the same boat； aren't we？ I mean； they're after both of us。 They've killed all those lawyers； now Eddie； and I guess we're next。〃
Don't hold back； baby； just blurt it out。 〃Look； let's do this。 We need to keep in touch。 You can't call me on the phone； and we can't be seen together。 My wife knows everything； and I'll tell her about this little meeting。 Don't worry about her。 Once a week； write me a note and tell me where you are。 What's your mother's name？〃
〃Doris。〃
〃Good。 That's your code name。 Sign the name Doris on anything you send me。〃
〃Do they read your mail too？〃
〃Probably so； Doris； probably so。〃
19
AT five P。M。； Mitch turned off the light in his office； grabbed both briefcases and stopped at Nina's desk。 Her phone was glued to one shoulder while she typed on the IBM。 She saw him and reached in a drawer for an envelope。 〃This is your confirmation at the Capital Hilton；〃 she said into the receiver。
〃The dictation is on my desk；〃 he said。 〃See you Monday。〃 He took the stairs to the fourth floor； to Avery's office in the corner； where a small riot was in progress。 One secretary stuffed files into a massive briefcase。 Another one spoke sharply to Avery； who was yelling on the phone to someone else。 A paralegal shot orders to the first secretary。
Avery slammed the phone down。 〃Are you ready！〃 he demanded at Mitch。
〃Waiting for you；〃 Mitch replied。
〃I can't find the Greenmark file；〃 a secretary snarled at the paralegal。
〃It was with the Rocconi file；〃 said the paralegal。
〃I don't need the Greenmark file！〃 Avery shouted。 〃How many times do I have to tell you？ Are you deaf？〃
The secretary glared at Avery。 〃No； I can hear very well。 And I distinctly heard you say； Tack the Greenmark file。' 〃
〃The limousine is waiting；〃 said the other secretary。
〃I don't need the damned Greenmark file！〃 Avery shouted。
〃How about Rocconi？〃 asked the paralegal。
〃Yes！ Yes！ For the tenth time。 I need the Rocconi file！〃
〃The airplane is waiting too；〃 said the other secretary。
One briefcase was slammed shut and locked。 Avery dug through a pile of documents on his desk。 〃Where's the Fender file？ Where are any of my files？ Why can't I ever find a file？〃
〃Here's Fender；〃 said the first secretary as she stmTed it into another briefcase。
Avery stared at a piece of notepaper。 〃All right。 Do I have Fender； Rocconi； Cambridge Partners； Greene Group； Sonny Capps to Otaki； Burton Brothers； Galveston Freight and McQuade？〃
〃Yes； yes； yes；〃 said the first secretary。
〃That's all of them；〃 said the paralegal。
〃I don't believe it；〃 Avery said as he grabbed his jacket。 〃Let's go。〃 He strode through the door with the secretaries； paralegal and Mitch in pursuit。 Mitch carried two briefcases； the paralegal had two； and a secretary had one。 The other secretary scribbled notes as Avery barked the orders and demands he wanted carried out while he was away。 The entourage crowded onto the small elevator for the ride to the first floor。 Outside； the chauifeur sprang into action； opening doors and loading it all in the trunk。
Mitch and Avery fell into the back seat。
〃Relax； Avery；〃 Mitch said。 〃You're going to the Caymans for three days。 Just relax。〃
〃Right； right。 I'm taking with me enough work for a month。 I've got clients screaming for my hide； threatening suits for legal malpractice。 I'm two months behind； and now you're leaving for four days of boredom at a tax seminar in Washington。 Your timing is great； McDeere。 Just great。〃
Avery opened a cabinet and mixed a drink。 Mitch declined。 The limo moved around Riverside Drive in the rush…hour traffic。 After three swallows of gin； the partner breathed deeply。
〃Continuing education。 What a joke；〃 Avery said。
〃You did it when you were a rookie。 And if I'm not mistaken； you spent a week not long ago at that international tax seminar in Honolulu。 Or did you forget？〃
〃It was work。 All work。 Are you taking your files with you？〃
〃Of course； Avery。 I'm expected to attend the tax seminar eight hours a day； learn the latest tax revisions Congress has bestowed upon us and in my spare time bill five hours a day。〃
〃Six； if you can。 We're behind； Mitch。〃
〃We're always behind； Avery。 Fix another drink。 You need to unwind。〃
〃I plan to unwind at Rumheads。〃
Mitch thought of the bar with its Red Stripe； dominoes； darts and； yes； string bikinis。 And the girl。
〃Is this your first flight on the Lear？〃 Avery asked； more relaxed now。
〃Yes。 I've been here seven months； and I'm just now seeing the plane。 If I had known this last March； I'd have gone to work with a Wall Street firm。〃
〃You're not Wall Street material。 You know what those guys do？ They've got three hundred lawyers in a firm； right？ And each year they hire thirty new associates； maybe more。 Everybody wants a job because it's Wall Street； right？ And after about a month they get all thirty of them together in one big room and inform them they're expected to work ninety hours a week for five years； and at the end of five years； half of them will be gone。 The turnover is incredible。 They try to kill the rookies； bill them out at a hundred； hundred…fifty an hour； make a bundle off them； then run them off。 That's Wall Street。 And the little boys never get to see plane。 Or limo。 You are truly lucky； Mitch。 You should thank God every day that we chose to accept you here at good old Bendini； Lambert & Locke。〃
〃Ninety hours sounds like fun。 I could use the rest。〃
〃It'll pay off。 Did you hear what my bonus was last year？〃
〃No。〃
〃Four…eight…five。 Not bad； huh？ And that's just the bonus。〃
〃I got six thousand；〃 Mitch said。
〃Stick with me and you'll be in the big leagues soon enough。〃
〃Yeah； but first I gotta get my continuing legal education。〃
Ten minutes later the limo turned into a drive that led to a row of hangars。 Memphis Aero； the sign said。 A sleek silver Lear 55 taxied slowly toward the terminal。 〃That's it；〃 Avery said。
The briefcases and luggage were loaded quickly onto the plane； and within minutes they were cleared for takeoff。 Mitch fastened his seat belt and admired the leather…and…brass cabin。 It was lavish and luxurious； and he had expected nothing less。 Avery mixed another drink and buckled himself in。
An hour and fifteen minutes later； the Lear began its descent into Baltimore…Washington International Airport。 After it taxied to a stop； Avery and Mitch descended to the tarmac and opened the baggage door。 Avery pointed Jto a man in a uniform standing near a gate。 〃That's your chauffeur。 The limo is in front。 Just follow him。 You're about forty minutes from the Capital Hilton。〃
〃Another limo？〃 Mitch asked。
〃Yeah。 They wouldn't do this for you on Wall Street。〃
They shook hands； and Avery climbed back on the plane。 The refueling took thirty minutes； and when the Lear took off and turned south； he was asleep again。
Three hours later； it landed in Georgetown； Grand Cayman。 It taxied past the terminal to a very small hangar where it would spend the night。 A security guard waited on Avery and his luggage and escorted him to the terminal and through customs。 The pilot and copilot ran through the post flight ritual。 They too were escorted through the terminal。
After midnight； the lights in the hangar were extinguished and the half dozen planes sat in the darkness。 A side door opened； and three men； one of them Avery； entered and walked quickly to the Lear 55。 Avery opened the baggage partment； and the three hurriedly unloaded twenty…five heavy cardboard boxes。 In the muggy tropical heat； the hangar was like an oven。 They sweated profusely but said nothing until all boxes were out of the plane。
〃There should be twenty…five。 Count them；〃 Avery said to a muscle…bound native with a tank top and a pistol on his hip。 The other man
