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together。 They opened slowly； and the bright sun came piercing through。 He moaned again。 The head weighed a hundred pounds and rocked awkwardly from right to left； shifting the brain violently each time。 He breathed deeply； and the fresh oxygen went screaming through his temples。 His right hand caught his attention。 He tried to raise it； but the nerve impulses would not penetrate the brain。 Slowly it went up； and he squinted at it。 He tried to focus with the right eye first； then the left。 The clock。
He looked at the digital clock for thirty seconds before he could decipher the red numbers。 Nine…oh…five。 Damn！ He was expected at the bank at nine。 He moaned。 The woman！
She had felt him move and heard his sounds； and she lay still with her eyes shut。 She prayed he would not touch her。 She felt him staring。
For this career rogue and bad boy； there had been many hangovers。 But none like this。 He looked at her face and tried to remember how good she had been。 He could always remember that； if nothing else。 Regardless of the size of the hangover； he could always remember the women。 He watched her for a moment； then gave it up。
〃Damn！〃 he said as he stood and tried to walk。 His feet were like lead boots and only reluctantly plied with his wishes。 He braced himself against the sliding door to the balcony。
The bathroom was twenty feet away； and he decided to go for it。 The desk and dresser served as braces。 One painful； clumsy step after another； and he finally made it。 He hovered above the toilet and relieved himself。
She rolled to face the balcony； and when he finished she felt him sit on her side of the bed。 He gently touched her shoulder。 〃Libby； wake up。〃 He shook her； and she bolted stiff。
〃Wake up； dear；〃 he said。 A gentleman。
She gave him her best sleepy smile。 The morning…after smile of fulfillment and mitment。 The Scarlett O'Hara smile the morning after Rhett nailed her。 〃You were great； big boy；〃 she cooed with her eyes closed。
In spite of the pain and nausea； in spite of the lead boots and bowling…ball head； he was proud of himself。 The woman was impressed。 Suddenly； he remembered that he was great last night。
〃Look； Libby； we've overslept。 I gotta go to work。 I'm already late。〃
〃Not in the mood； huh？〃 she giggled。 She prayed he wasn't in the mood。
〃Naw； not now。 How about tonight？〃
〃I'll be here； big boy。〃
〃Good。 I gotta take a shower。〃
〃Wake me up when you get out。〃
He stood and mumbled something； then locked the bathroom door。 She slid across the bed to the phone and called Abby。 After three rings； she answered。
〃He's in the shower。〃
〃Are you okay？〃
〃Yeah。 Fine。 He couldn't do it if he had to。〃
〃What took so long？〃
〃He wouldn't wake up。〃
〃Is he suspicious？〃
〃No。 He remembers nothing。 I think he's in pain。〃
〃How long will you be there？〃
〃I'll kiss him goodbye when he gets out of the shower。 Ten； maybe fifteen minutes。〃
〃Okay。 Hurry。〃 Abby hung up； and Tammy slid to her side of the bed。 In the attic above the kitchen； a recorder clicked； reset itself and was ready for the next call。
By ten…thirty； they were ready for the final assault on the condo。 The contraband was divided into three equal parts。 Three daring raids in open daylight。 Tammy slid the shiny new keys into her blouse pocket and took off with the suitcases。 She walked quickly； her eyes darting in all directions behind the sunglasses。 The parking lot in front of the condos was still empty。 Traffic was light on the highway。
The new key fit； and she was inside。 The key to the storage door also fit； and five minutes later she left the condo。 The second and third trips were equally quick and uneventful。 When she left the storage room for the last time； she studied it carefully。 Everything was in order； just as she found it。 She locked the condo and took the empty； well…worn Samsonites back to her room。
For an hour they lay beside each other on the bed and laughed at Avery and his hangover。 It was over now； for the most part； and they had mitted the perfect crime。 And lover boy was a willing but ignorant participant。 It had been easy； they decided。
The small mountain of evidence filled eleven and a half corrugated storage boxes。 At two…thirty； a native with a straw hat and no shirt knocked on the door and announced he was from an outfit called Cayman Storage。 Abby pointed at the boxes。 With no place to go and no hurry to get there； he took the first box and ever so slowly carried it to his van。
Like all the natives； he operated on Cayman time。 No hurry； mon。
They followed him in the Stanza to a warehouse in Georgetown。 Abby inspected the proposed storage room and paid cash for three months' rental。
28
WAYNE Tarrance sat on the back row of the 11：40 P。M。 Greyhound from Louisville to Indianapolis to Chicago。 Although he sat by himself； the bus was crowded。 It was Friday night。 The bus left Kentucky thirty minutes earlier； and by now he was convinced something had gone wrong。 Thirty minutes； and not a word or signal from anyone。 Maybe it was the wrong bus。 Maybe McDeere had changed his mind。 Maybe a lot of things。 The rear seat was inches above the diesel engine； and Wayne Tarrance； of the Bronx； now knew why Greyhound Frequent Milers fought for the seats just behind the driver。 His Louis L'Amour vibrated until he had a headache。 Thirty minutes。 Nothing。
The toilet flushed across the aisle； and the door flew open。 The odor filtered out； and Tarrance looked away； to the southbound traffic。 From nowhere； she slid into the aisle seat and cleared her throat。 Tarrance jerked to his right； and there she was。 He'd seen her before； somewhere。
〃Are you Mr。 Tarrance？〃 She wore jeans； white cotton sneakers and a heavy green rag sweater。 She hid behind dark glasses。
〃Yeah。 And you？〃
She grabbed his hand and shook it firmly。 〃Abby McDeere。〃
〃I was expecting your husband。〃
〃I know。 He decided not to e； and so here I am。〃
〃Well； uh； I sort of wanted to talk to him。〃
〃Yes； but he sent me。 Just think of me as his agent。〃
Tarrance laid his paperback under the seat and watched the highway。 〃Where is he？〃
〃Why is that important； Mr。 Tarrance？ He sent me to talk business； and you're here to talk business。 So let's talk。〃
〃Okay。 Keep your voice down； and if anybody es down the aisle； grab my hand and stop talking。 Act like we're married or something。 Okay？ Now； Mr。 Voyles…do you know who he is？〃
〃I know everything； Mr。 Tarrance。〃
〃Good。 Mr。 Voyles is about to stroke out because we haven't got Mitch's files yet。 The good files。 You understand why they're important； don't you？〃
〃Very much so。〃
〃So we want the files。〃
〃And we want a million dollars。〃
〃Yes； that's the deal。 But we get the files first。〃
〃No。 That's not the deal。 The deal； Mr。 Tarrance； is that we get the million dollars exactly where we want it； then we hand over the files。〃
〃You don't trust us？〃
〃That's correct。 We don't trust you； Voyles or anyone else。 The money is to be deposited by wire transfer to a certain numbered account in a bank in Freeport； Bahamas。 We will immediately be notified； and the money will then be wired by us to another bank。 Once we have it where we want it； the files are yours。〃
〃Where are the files？〃
〃In a mini…storage in Memphis。 There are fifty…one files in all； all boxed up real neat and proper like。 You'll be impressed。 We do good work。〃
〃We？ Have you seen the files？〃
〃Of course。 Helped box them up。 There are these surprises in box number eight。〃
〃Okay。 What？〃
〃Mitch was able to copy three of Avery Tolar's files； and they appear to be questionable。 Two deal with a pany called Dunn Lane； Ltd。； which we know to be a Mafia…controlled corporation chartered in the Caymans。 It was established with ten million laundered dollars in 1986。 The files deal with two construction projects financed by the corporation。 You'll find it fascinating reading。〃
〃How do you know it was chartered in the Caymans？ And how do you know about the ten million？ Surely that's ？ not in the files。〃
〃No； it's not。 We have other reco
