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Smithback was aghast。 〃Me？ A bum？ No way。 You be the bum。〃
〃No； Bill； that won't work。 I have to be the hooker。〃
The last forkful of steak froze halfway to Smithback's mouth。
Nora smiled at him。 Then she spoke。 〃You just spilled brandy sauce all down the front of your nice new Italian suit。〃
SIX
NORA PEERED AROUND the corner of Henry Street； shivering slightly。 It was a chilly night； and her scant black mini…dress and silver spandex top provided little warmth。 Only the heavy makeup； she thought； added any R…factor to her person。 In the distance； traffic droned through Chatham Square； and the vast black bulk of the Manhattan Bridge loomed ominously nearby。 It was almost three o'clock in the morning； and the streets of the Lower East Side were deserted。
〃What can you see？〃 Smithback asked from behind her。
〃The site's pretty well lit。 I can only see one guard； though。〃
〃What's he doing？〃
〃Sitting in a chair； smoking and reading a paperback。〃
Smithback scowled。 It had been depressingly easy to transform him to bumhood。 His rangy frame was draped in a shiny black raincoat over a checked shirt； a dirty pair of jeans； and tattered Keds。 There had been no shortage of cheesy old clothing in Smithback's closet to choose from。 A bit of charcoal on the face； olive oil rubbed into the hair； and a tote consisting of five nested plastic bags with unwashed clothes at the bottom pleted the disguise。
〃What's he look like？〃 Smithback asked。
〃Big and mean。〃
〃Cut it out。〃 Smithback was in no mood for humor。 Dressed as they were； they had been unable to flag down a cab in the Upper West Side； and had been forced to take the subway。 Nobody had actually propositioned her； but she had gotten plenty of stares； with follow…up glances at Smithback that clearly read； What's a high…priced call girl doing with that bum？ The long ride； with two transfers； had not improved Smithback's mood。
〃This plan of yours is pretty weak；〃 Smithback said。 〃Are you sure you can handle yourself？〃 He was a mask of irritation。
〃We both have our cell phones。 If anything happens； I'll scream bloody murder and you call 911。 But don't worry…he's not going to make trouble。〃
〃He's going to be too busy looking at your tits；〃 said Smithback unhappily。 〃With that top； you might as well not be wearing anything。〃
〃Trust me； I can take care of myself。 Remember； the dress is in the second to last niche on the right。 Feel along the rear wall for the crevice。 Once you're safely out； call me。 Now； here goes。〃
She stepped out into the streetlight and began walking down the sidewalk toward the construction entrance； her pumps making a sharp clicking noise on the pavement； her breasts bouncing。 As she got close； she stopped； fished in her little gold handbag； and made an exaggerated little moue。 She could already feel the guard's eyes on her。 She dropped a lipstick； bent down to pick it up…making sure he got a good look up her dress in the process…and touched up her lips。 Then she fished in the bag again； cursed； and looked around。 She let her eyes fall on the guard。 He was staring back； the book lying unheeded in his lap。
〃Shit。 Left my cigarettes back at the bar。〃 She flashed him a smile。
〃Here；〃 he said； rising hastily。 〃Take one of mine。〃
She sidled over and accepted the cigarette through the gap in the chain…link gate； positioning herself to ensure his back would be turned to the construction site。 She hoped to God Smithback would work fast。
The guard withdrew a lighter； tried to stick it through the gate； failed。 〃Just a minute； let me unlock this。〃
She waited； cigarette in hand。
The gate swung open and he flicked the lighter。 She approached and bent over the flame； drawing the smoke in； hoping she wouldn't cough。 〃Thanks。〃
〃Sure；〃 said the guard。 He was young； sandy…haired； neither fat nor thin； a little dopey…looking； not terribly strong； clearly flustered by her presence。 Good。
She stood there； taking another drag。 〃Nice night；〃 she said。
〃You must be cold。〃
〃A little。〃
〃Here； take this。〃 With a gallant flourish he took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders。
〃Thanks。〃 The guard looked as if he could hardly believe his good fortune。 Nora knew she was attractive； knew that her body； with all her years spent backpacking in the remote desert； wasn't too bad； either。 The heavy makeup gave her a sense of security。 Never in a million years would he later be able to identify the archaeologist from the New York Museum of Natural History。 In an odd way the outfit made her feel sassy； bold； a little sexy。
She heard a distant rattle； Smithback must be climbing over the chain…link fence。 〃You work here every night？〃 she said hastily。
〃Five nights a week；〃 the guard said； his Adam's apple bobbing。 〃Now that construction's begun。 You； er； live around here？〃
She nodded vaguely toward the river。 〃And you？〃
〃Queens。〃
〃Married？〃
She saw his left hand； where she had previously noted a wedding band； slide behind his gun holster。 〃Not me。〃
She nodded； took another drag。 It made her dizzy。 How could people smoke these things？ She wished Smithback would hurry up。
She smiled and dropped the butt； grinding it under her toe。
Instantly the pack was out。 〃Another？〃
〃No；〃 she said； 〃trying to cut back。〃
She could see him eyeing her spandex top； trying to be subtle。 〃You work in a bar？〃 he asked； then colored。 Awkward question。 Nora heard another sound； a few falling bricks。
〃Sort of；〃 she said； pulling the jacket tighter around her shoulders。
He nodded。 He was looking a little bolder now。 〃I think you're very attractive；〃 he said； hastily； blurting it out。
〃Thanks；〃 she said。 God； it was a thirty…second job。 What was taking Smithback so long？
〃Are you； ah； free later？〃
Deliberately； she looked him up and down。 〃You want a date？〃
〃Yeah。 Yeah； sure。〃
There was another； louder sound： the rattling of a chain…link fence。 Smithback climbing out？ The guard turned toward it。
〃What kind of date？〃 Nora asked。
He looked back at her； no longer trying to hide the roaming of his lascivious eyes。 Nora felt naked beneath his gaze。 There was another rattle。 The guard turned again and this time saw Smithback。 He was pretty hard to miss： clinging to the top of the fence； trying to unsnag his filthy raincoat。
〃Hey！〃 the guard yelled。
〃Forget him；〃 said Nora hastily。 〃He's just some bum。〃
Smithback struggled。 Now he was trying to slip out of his raincoat； but had only succeeded in being more tangled。
〃He's not supposed to be in there！〃 the guard said。
This； unfortunately； was a guy who took his job seriously。
The man clapped his hand to his gun。 〃Hey you！〃 he yelled louder。 〃Hey！〃 He took a step toward the writer。
Smithback struggled frantically with the raincoat。
〃Sometimes I do it for free；〃 Nora said。
The guard swiveled back to her； eyes wide； the bum on the fence instantly forgotten。 〃You do？〃
〃Sure。 Why not？ Cute guy like you 。 。 。〃
He grinned like an idiot。 Now she noticed his ears stuck out。 What a weenie； so eager to cheat on his wife。 Cheap； too。
〃Right now？〃 he asked。
〃Too cold。 Tomorrow。〃 She heard a ripping sound； a thud； a muffled curse。
〃Tomorrow？〃 He looked devastated。 〃Why not now？ At your place。〃
She took off the coat and gave it back to him。 〃Never at my place。〃
He took a step toward her。 〃There's a hotel around the corner。〃 He reached over； trying to snake an arm around her waist。
She skipped back lightly with another smile as her cell phone rang。 Flooded with relief； she flipped it open。
〃Mission acplished；〃 came Smithback's voice。 〃You can get away from that creep。〃
〃Sure； Mr。 McNally； I'd love to；〃 she said warmly。 〃That sounds nice。 See you there。〃 She made a smacking kiss into the phone and snapped it shut。
She turned to the guard。 〃Sorry。 Business。〃 She took another step back。
〃Wait。 e on。 You said…〃 There was a note of desperation in the guard's voice。
She took a few more steps back and shut the chain…link gate in his face。 〃Tomorrow。 I promise。〃
〃No； wait！〃
She turned and began walking quickly down the sidewalk。
〃Hey； e on！ Wait！ Lady； please！〃 His desperate pleas echoed among
