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al。 This includes the press secretary。 Coal clears everything。〃
〃That's incredible。〃
〃They're terrified。 And Sarge thinks they're dangerous。〃
〃Okay。 I'm hiding。〃
〃I stopped by your apartment late last night。 I wish you'd tell me when you disappear。〃
〃I'll check in tomorrow night。〃
〃What're you driving?〃
〃A rented Pontiac with four doors。 Very sporty。〃
〃I checked the Volvo this afternoon。 It's fine。〃
〃Thanks; Cleve。〃
〃You okay?〃
〃I think so。 Tell Sarge I'm fine。〃
〃Call me tomorrow。 I'm worried。〃
* * *
HE SLEPT FOUR HOURS and was awake when the phone rang。 It was dark outside; and would remain that way for at least two hours。 He stared at the phone; and picked it up on the fifth ring。
〃Hello;〃 he said suspiciously。
〃Is this Gray Grantham?〃 It was a very timid female。
〃Yes。 Who is this?〃
〃Beverly Morgan。 You stopped by last night。〃
Gray was on his feet; listening hard; wide awake。 〃Yes。 I'm sorry if we upset you。〃
〃No。 My father is very protective。 And angry。 The reporters were awful after Curtis was killed。 They called from everywhere。 They wanted old pictures of him and new photos of me and the child。 They called at all hours。 It was terrible; and my father got tired of it。 He pushed two of them off the porch。〃
〃I guess we were lucky。〃
〃I hope he didn't offend you。〃 The voice was hollow and detached; yet trying to be strong。
〃Not at all。〃
〃He's asleep now; downstairs on the sofa。 So we can talk。〃
〃Why aren't you asleep?〃 he asked。
〃I'm taking some pills to make me sleep; and I'm all out of sync。 I've been sleeping days and rambling nights。〃 It was obvious she was awake and wanted to talk。
Gray sat on the bed and tried to relax。 〃I can't imagine the shock of something like this。〃
〃It takes several days for it to bee real。 At first; the pain is horrible。 Just horrible。 I couldn't move my body without hurting。 I couldn't think because of the shock and disbelief。 I went through the motions to get through the funeral; which now seems like a bad dream。 Is this boring?〃
〃Not at all。〃
〃I've got to get off these pills。 I sleep so much I don't get to talk to adults。 Plus; my father tends to run people off。 Are you taping this?〃
〃No。 I'm just listening。〃
〃He was killed a week ago tonight。 I thought he was working very late; which was not unusual。 They shot him and took his wallet; so the cops couldn't identify him。 I saw on the late news where a young lawyer had been murdered downtown; and I knew it was Curtis。 Don't ask me how they knew he was a lawyer without knowing his name。 It's strange; all the little weird things that go with a murder。〃
〃Why was he working late?〃
〃He worked eighty hours a week; sometimes more。 White and Blazevich is a sweatshop。 They try to kill the associates for seven years; and if they can't kill them they make them partners。 Curtis hated the place。 He was tired of being a lawyer。〃
〃How long was he there?〃
〃Five years。 He was making ninety thousand a year; so he put up with the hassle。〃
〃Did you know he called me?〃
〃No。 My father told me you said that; and I've thought about it all night。 What did he say?〃
〃He never identified himself。 He used the code name of Garcia。 Don't ask how I learned his identityit'll take hours。 He said he possibly knew something about the assassinations of Justices Rosenberg and Jensen; and he wanted to tell me what he knew。〃
〃Randy Garcia was his best friend in elementary school。〃
〃I got the impression he had seen something at the office; and perhaps someone at the office knew he had seen it。 He was very nervous; and always called from pay phones。 He thought he was being followed。 We had planned to meet early Saturday before last; but he called that morning and said no。 He was scared; and said he had to protect his family。 Did you know any of this?〃
〃No。 I knew he was under a great deal of stress; but he'd been that way for five years。 He never brought the office home with him。 He hated the place; really。〃
〃Why'd he hate the place?〃
〃He worked for a bunch of cutthroats; a bunch of thugs who'd watch you bleed for a buck。 They spend tons of money on this marvelous facade of respectability; but they are scum。 Curtis was a top student and had his pick of jobs。 They were such a great bunch of guys when they recruited him; and plete monsters to work with。 Very unethical。〃
〃Why did he stay with the firm?〃
〃The money kept getting better。 He almost left a year ago; but the job offer fell through。 He was very unhappy; but he tried to keep it to himself。 I think he felt guilty for making such a big mistake。 We had a little routine around here。 When he came home; I would ask him how his day went。 Sometimes this was at ten at night; so I knew it was a bad day。 But he always said the day had been profitable; that was the word; profitable。 And then we talked about our baby。 He didn't want to talk about the office; and I didn't want to hear it。〃
〃Well; so much for Garcia。 He's dead; and he told his wife nothing。Who cleaned out his desk?〃
Someone at the office。 They brought his stuff Friday; all neatly packaged and taped in three cardboard boxes。 You're wele to go 〃through it。〃
〃No; thanks。 I'm sure it's been sanitized。 How much life insurance did he have?〃
She paused for a second。 〃You're a smart man; Mr。 Grantham。 Two weeks ago; he bought a million…dollar term policy with double indemnity for accidental death。〃
〃That's two million dollars。〃
〃Yes sir。 I guess you're right。 I guess he was suspicious。〃
〃I don't think he was killed by muggers; Mrs。 Morgan。〃
〃I can't believe this。〃 She choked a little; but fought it off。
〃Have the cops asked you a lot of questions?〃
〃No。 It's just another D。C。 mugging that went one step further。 No big deal。 Happens every day。〃
The insurance bit was interesting; but useless。 Gray was getting tired of Mrs。 Morgan and her unhurried monotone。 He was sorry for her; but if she knew nothing; it was time to say good…bye。
〃What do you think he knew?〃 she asked。
This could take hours。 〃I don't know;〃 Gray answered; glancing at his watch。 〃He said he knew something about the killings; but that's as far as he would go。 I was convinced we would meet somewhere and he would spill his guts and show me something。 I was wrong。〃
〃How would he know anything about those dead judges?〃
〃I don't know。 He just called me out of the blue。〃
〃If he had something to show you; what would it be?〃 she asked。
〃He was the reporter。 He was supposed to ask the questions。I have no idea。 He never hinted。〃
〃Where would he hide such a thing?〃 The question was sin cere; but irritating。 Then it hit him。 She was going somewhere with this。
〃I don't know。 Where did he keep his valuable papers?〃
〃We have a lockbox at the bank for deeds and wills and stuff。 I've always known about the lockbox。 He handled all the legal business; Mr。 Grantham。 I looked at the lockbox last Thursday with my father; and there was nothing unusual in it。〃
〃You didn't expect anything unusual; did you?〃
〃No。 Then Saturday morning; early; it was still dark; I was going through his papers in his desk in the bedroom。 We have this antique rolltop desk that he used for his personal correspondence and papers; and I found something a bit unusual。〃
Gray was on his feet; holding the phone; and staring wildly at the floor。 She had called at four in the morning。 She had chitchatted for twenty minutes。 And she waited until he was ready to hang up to drop the bomb。
〃What is it?〃 he asked as coolly as possible。
〃It's a key。〃
He had a lump in his throat。 〃A key to what?〃
〃Another lockbox。〃
〃Which bank?〃
〃First Columbia。 We've never banked there。〃
〃I see。 And you knew nothing about this other lockbox?〃
〃Oh no。 Not until Saturday morning。 I was puzzled by it; still am; but I found all of our legal papers in the old lockbox; so I had no reason to check this one。 I figured I'd run by when I felt like it。〃
〃Would you like me to check it for you?〃
〃I thought you would say that。 What if you find what you're looking for?〃
〃I don't know what I'm looking for。 But what if I find something he left behind; and this something proves to be very; let's say; newsworthy?〃
〃Use it。〃
〃No conditions?〃
〃One。 If it disparages my husband in any way; you can't use it。〃
〃It's a deal。 I swear。〃
〃When do you want the key?〃
〃Do you have it in your hand?〃
〃Yes。〃
〃If you'll stand on the front porch; I'll be there in about three seconds。〃