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　　〃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　records。〃
　　Tarrance　thought　about　the　other　records　for　six　miles。　It　was　obvious　he　wouldn't　see　them　until　the　McDeeres　had　the　first　million。　He　let　it　pass。
　　〃I'm　not　sure　we　can　wire　the　money　as　you　wish　without　first　getting　the　files。〃　It　was　a　rather　weak　bluff。　She　read　it　perfectly　and　smiled。
　　〃Do　we　have　to　play　games；　Mr。　Tarrance？　Why　don't　you　just　give　us　the　mbney　and　quit　sparring。〃
　　A　foreign　student　of　some　sort；　probably　an　Arab；　sauntered　down　the　aisle　and　into　the　rest　room。　Tarrance　froze　and　stared　at　the　window。　Abby　patted　his　arm　like　a　real　girlfriend。　The　flushing　sounded　like　a　short　waterfall。
　　〃How　soon　can　this　happen？〃　Tarrance　asked。　She　was　not　touching　him　anymore。
　　〃The　files　are　ready。　How　soon　can　you　round　up　a　million　bucks？〃
　　〃Tomorrow。〃
　　Abby　looked　out　the　window　and　talked　from　the　left　corner　of　her　mouth。　〃Today's　Friday。　Next　Tuesday；　at　ten　A。M。　Eastern　time；　Bahamas　time；　you　transfer　by　wire　the　million　dollars　from　your　account　at　the　Chemical　Bank　in　Manhattan　to　a　numbered　account　at　the　Ontario　Bank　in　Freeport。　It's　a　clean；　legitimate　wire　transfer…take　about　fifteen　seconds。〃
　　Tarrance　frowned　and　listened　hard。　〃What　if　we　don't　have　an　account　at　the　Chemical　Bank　in　Manhattan？〃
　　〃You　don't　now；　but　you　will　Monday。　I'm　sure　you've　got　someone　in　Washington　who　can　handle　a　simple　wire　transfer。〃
　　〃I'm　sure　we　do。〃
　　〃Good。〃
　　〃But　why　the　Chemical　Bank？〃
　　〃Mitch's　orders；　Mr。　Tarrance。　Trust　him；　he　knows　what　he's　doing。〃

　　〃I　see　he's　done　his　homework。〃
　　〃He　always　does　his　homework。　And　there's　something　you　need　to　always　remember。　He's　much　smarter　than　you　are。〃
　　Tarrance　snorted　and　faked　a　light　chuckle。　They　rode　in　silence　for　a　mile　or　two；　each　thinking　of　the　next　question　and　answer。
　　〃Okay；〃　Tarrance　said；　almost　to　himself。　〃And　when　do　we　get　the　files？〃
　　〃When　the　money's　safe　in　Freeport；　we'll　be　notified。　Wednesday　morning　before　ten…thirty；　you'll　receive　at　your　Memphis　office　a　Federal　Express　package　with　a　note　and　the　key　to　the　mini…storage。〃
　　〃So　I　can　tell　Mr。　Voyles　we'll　have　the　files　by　Wednesday　afternoon？〃
　　She　shrugged　and　said　nothing。　Tarrance　felt　stupid　for　asking　the　question。　Quickly；　he　thought　of　a　good　one。
　　〃We'll　need　the　account　number　in　Freeport。〃
　　〃It's　written　down。　I'll　give　it　to　you　when　the　bus　stops。〃
　　The　particulars　were　now　plete。　He　reached　under　the　seat　and　retrieved　his　book。　He　nipped　pages　and　pretended　to　read。　〃Just　sit　here　a　minute；〃　he　said。
　　〃Any　questions？〃　she　asked。
　　〃Yeah。　Can　we　talk　about　these　other　records　you　mentioned？〃
　　〃Sure。〃
　　〃Where　are　they？〃
　　〃Good　question。　The　way　the　deal　was　explained　to　me；　we　would　first　get　the　next　installment；　a　half　million；　I　believe；　in　return　for　enough　evidence　to　allow　you　to　obtain　the　indictments。　These　other　records　are　part　of　the　next　installment。〃
　　Tarrance　flipped　a　page。　〃You　mean　you've　already　obtained　the；　uh；　dirty　files？〃
　　〃We　have　most　of　what　we　need。　Yes；　we　have　a　bunch　of　dirty　files。〃
　　〃Where　are　they？〃
　　She　smiled　softly　and　patted　his　arm。　〃I　assure　you　they're　not　in　the　mini…storage　with　the　clean　files。〃
　　〃But　you　have　possession　of　them？〃
　　〃Sort　of。　Would　you　like　to　see　a　couple？〃
　　He　closed　the　book　and　breathed　deeply。　He　looked　at　her。　〃Certainly。〃
　　〃I　thought　so。　Mitch　says　we'll　give　you　ten　inches　of　documents　on　Dunn　Lane；　Ltd。…copies　of　bank　records；　corporate　charters；　minutes；　bylaws；　officers；　stockholders；　wire…transfer　records；　letters　from　Nathan　Locke　to　Joey　Morolto；　working　papers；　a　hundred　other　juicy　morsels　that'll　make　you　lose　sleep。　Wonderful　stuff。　Mitch　says　you　can　probably　get　thirty　indictments　just　from　the　Dunn　Lane　records。〃
　　Tarrance　hung　on　every　word；　and　believed　her。　〃When　can　I　see　it？〃　he　asked　quietly　but　so　eagerly。
　　〃When　Ray　is　out　of　prison。　It's　part　of　the　deal；　remember？〃
　　〃Aw　yes。　Ray。〃
　　〃Aw　yes。　He　goes　over　the　wall；　Mr。　Tarrance；　or　you　can　forget　the　Bendini　firm。　Mitch　and　I　will　take　our　paltry　million　and　disappear　into　the　night。〃
　　〃I'm　working　on　it。〃
　　〃Better　work　hard。〃　It　was　more　than　a　threat；　and　he　knew　it。　He　opened　the　book　again　and　stared　at　it。
　　Abby　pulled　a　Bendini；　Lambert　&　Locke　business　card　from　her　pocket　and　dropped　it　on　the　book。　On　the　back　she　had　written　the　account　number：　477DL…19584；　Ontario　Bank；　Freeport。
　　〃I'm　going　back　to　my　seat　near　the　front；　away　from　the　engine。　Are　we　clear　about　next　Tuesday？〃
　　〃No　problems；　mon。　Are　you　getting　off　in　Indianapolis？〃
　　〃Yes。〃
　　〃Where　are　you　going？〃　　　；
　　〃To　my　parents'　home　in　Kentucky。　Mitch　and　I　are　separated。〃
　　She　was　gone。
　　Tammy　stood　in　one　of　a　dozen　long；　hot　lines　at　Miami　customs。　She　wore　shorts；　sandals；　halter　top；　sunglasses　and　a　straw　hat　and　looked　just　like　the　other　thousand　weary　tourists　returning　from　the　sun…drenched　beaches　of　the　Caribbean。　In　front　of　her　were　two　ill…tempered　newly…weds　carrying　bags　of　duty…free　liquor　and　perfume　and　obviously　in　the　middle　of　a　serious　disagreement。　Behind　her　were　two　brand…new　Hartman　leather　suitcases　filled　with　enough　documents　and　records　to　indict　forty　lawyers。　Her　employer；　also　a　lawyer；　had　suggested　she　purchase　luggage　with　little　wheels　on　the　bottom　so　they　could　be　pulled　through　the　Miami　International　Airport。　She　also　had　a　small　overnight　bag　with　a　few　clothes　and　a　toothbrush；　to　look　legitimate。
　　About　every　ten　minutes；　the　young　couple　moved　forward　six　inches；　and　Tammy　followed　with　her　baggage。　An　hour　after　she　entered　the　line；　she　made　it　to　the　checkpoint。
　　〃No　declarations！〃　the　agent　snapped　in　broken　English。
　　〃No！〃　she　snapped　back。
　　He　nodded　at　the　big　leather　bags。　〃What's　in　there？〃
　　〃Papers。〃
　　〃Papers？〃
　　〃Papers。〃
　　〃What　kind　of　papers？〃
　　Toilet　paper；　she　thought；　I　spend　my　vacations　traveling　the　Caribbean　collecting　toilet　paper。　〃Legal　documents；　crap　like　that。　I'm　a　lawyer。〃
　　〃Yeah；　yeah。〃　He　unzipped　the　overnight　bag　and　glanced　in。　〃Okay。　Next！〃
　　She　carefully　pulled　the　bags；　just　so。　They　were　inclined　to　tip　over。　A　bellboy　grabbed　them　and　loaded　all　three　pieces　onto　a　two…wheeler。　〃Delta　Flight　282；　to　Nashville。　Gate　44；　Concourse　B；〃　she　said　as　she　handed　him　a　five…dollar　bill。
　　Tammy　and　all　three　bags　arrived　in　Nashville　at　midnight　Saturday。　She　loaded　them　into　her　Rabbit　and　left　the　airport。　In　the　suburb　of　Brentwood；　she　parked　in　her　designated　parking　place　and；　one　at　a　time；　pulled　the　Hartmans　into　a　one…bedroom　apartment。
　　Except　for　a　rented　foldaway　sofa；　there　was　no　furniture。　She　unpacked　the　suitcases　in　the　bedroom　and　began　the　tedious　process　of　arranging　the　evidence。　Mitch　wanted　a　list　of　each　document；　each　bank　record；　each　corporation。　He　wanted　it　just　so。　He　said　one　day　he　would　pass　through　in　a　great　hurry；　and　he　wanted　it　all　organized。
　　For　two　hours　she　took　inventory。　She　sat　on　the　floor　and　made　careful　notes。　After　three　one…day　trips　to　Grand　Cayman；　the　room　was　beginning　to　fill。　Monday　she　would　leave　again。
　　She　felt　like　she'd　slept　three　hours　in　the　past　two　weeks。　But　it　was　urgent；　he　said。　A　matter　of　life　and　death。
　　Tarry　Ross；　alias　Alfred；　sat　in　the　darkest　corner　of　the　lounge　of　the　Washington　Phoenix　Park　Hotel。　The　meeting　would　be　terribly　brief。　He　drank　coffee　and　waited　on　his　guest。
　　He　waited　and　vowed　to　wait　only　five　more　minutes。　The　cup　shook　when　he　tried　to　sip　it。　Coffee　splashed　on　the　table。　He　looked　at　the　table　and　tried　desperately　not　to　look　around。　He　waited。
　　His　guest　arrived　from　nowhere　and　sat　with　his　back　to　the　wall。　His　name　was　Vinnie　Cozzo；　a　thug　from　New　York。　From　the　Palumbo　family。
　　Vinnie　noticed　the　shaking　cup　and　the　spilled　coffee。　〃Relax；　Alfred。　This　place　is　dark　enough。〃
　　〃What　do　you　want？〃　Alfred　hissed。
　　〃I　wanna　dr