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I almost whistled: Provost didn't know the connection between Kline and Nathan. I even felt a moment's pity for Kline, who had just lost a brother. Then I smiled to myself.

The light overhead was still on. I wondered what kind of timer it had. And I thanked G.o.d it wasn't wired into any alarm. There was a camera, but it was aimed at the path, Just in front of the main door. Kline was shuffling his feet. He said a few more words, then turned to go.

'Yeah,' said Provost, 'and don't forget to take your f.u.c.king gorilla with you.' I could see the gorilla clench his fists 327.

behind his back. Oh boy, he wanted to swipe Provost. But a; he did was give him the surrept.i.tious finger instead.

I waited till they'd gone and Provost had closed and! locked his door, then worked my way around the rest of the perimeter towards where the shrubbery ended just before; the swimming pool. 'Swimming pool' was actually stretching things; it was more an outsized bath. The French windows were open, curtains wafting through them. There was a big white open-plan living area, and a dumpy woman standing in the middle of the floor. She was stroking Provost's hair and kissing his neck, whispering to him. I squinted against the glare from the sinking sun. On the other side of the house, I could hear Kline's car pull back on to the street and drive off. The woman had long lifeless hair and was wearing a floaty kaftan which caught the breeze from the French windows. I guessed she might be Alisha.

She stepped back from Provost, who was rubbing his hands over his face, a man carrying the weight of the world. He started flapping his arms, shouting something, near to frenzy or madness or something.

'What's on your mind, Jerry?' I said to myself, hoping he might yell out an answer.

But instead the woman hiked the kaftan over her head and let it fall to the floor. She was naked underneath. It wasn't a bad move. Provost stopped fretting and started looking. There was a lot to look at, including a wondrously large pair of b.r.e.a.s.t.s. He walked forward to meet her, and she took his head and rested it against her. He seemed like a child then, as she spoke quietly to him and stroked his hair and soothed him. When he broke away from her long enough to start taking off his own clothes, I backpedalled through the shrubbery and on to the street.

My knees and elbows were black with earth, and with my bruised face I knew anyone seeing me now would have little hesitation calling the cops. So I fairly jogged back to the VW and got in.

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'I saw them leave,' said Bel. 'When you didn't come back straight away, I thought--'

I stopped her panic with a kiss. What do you know, it worked, just as it had with Provost. In fact, she took another kiss and then another, this time with eyes closed.

I told her what I'd found out, but she couldn't make much out of it.

'Things seem to be getting more confused all the time.'

She had a point. It took us a while to find a road down on to Aurora, where we found ourselves part of the evening rush-hour. There was a drive-in burger bar, so we stopped there for dinner. The burgers were huge and delicious. Then Bel dropped her bombsh.e.l.l.

'I want to see Sam.'

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24.New York, New York. Hoffer was back in his element.

He loved all of it, from Brooklyn and Queens to downtown Manhattan. He belonged here, along with all the other movers and shakers, the trick operators and cowboys and scammers. New York made sense to him, he knew its rules, knew when to play and how to play. Other cities, other countries: f.u.c.k 'em.

He stood outside the splatter gallery and felt so euphoric, he almost climbed the stairs to his office. Then he crossed to the diner and phoned his secretary instead.

'Moira baby, I'm down here if anybody wants me.'

'Sure. Constantine's here.'

'Send him down in five minutes.'

"Okay. Did you bring me a souvenir?'

'Hah?'

'A souvenir,' she persisted. "I wanted something royal.'

She sounded petulant.

'Give me a break,' Hoffer told her, putting down the phone. He didn't recognise any of the waitresses. The one who came to his table told him it was vacation time, everyone waiting tables this week was relief.

'And do you give relief as well, honey?' Hoffer said, grinning. She stopped chewing her gum and gave him a look. You couldn't have called the look 'interested'. 'Just coffee,' Hoffer said, dismissing her.

He glanced at his watch. Five minutes gave him time for one quick coffee. He didn't intend staying here, not with Constantine. That f.u.c.k always had an appet.i.te, and never 330.

seemed to have money enough of his own with which to satisfy it.

Constantine was one of Hoffer's three employees. He'd just come back from Boston, and Hoffer wanted the lowdown.

Meantime, he drank his coffee and stared out of the window.

The street was noisy with cabs and drunks and what looked like a few tourists. Someone who looked like a prospective buyer even walked into the splatter gallery. That had to be a first. Then he saw Constantine come out of the building. The guy was young, mid-20s. He was always sharply dressed.

Hoffer reckoned he had a side job. He sure as h.e.l.l didn't buy all those clothes on what Hoffer paid him. Constantine was a shrewd guy, despite his years. He'd grown up on the street, or not far from it, and had a good way with words. He usually got people to talk.

Hoffer was at the diner door waiting for him. He put an arm round Constantine's shoulder and led him away from the diner.

'Let's walk, get some air.'

'I was gonna have some cheesecake,' Constantine complained.

'Sure, kid, later. First, tell me about Boston.'

What was there to tell? Armed with the information that the D-Man and Harrison had touched down there, all Constantine had done was find their hotel.

'They only stayed one night,' he told his employer. 'Staff hardly saw them. Crashed out, I'd guess.'

Hoffer was only half-listening. Between his friend in the FBI and Robert Walkins's contacts, he'd been able to find out a little about Don Kline. This past day or so, he'd found himself thinking more about Kline than about the D-Man.

After all, the D-Man had never had the bad grace to disturb Hoffer at breakfast.

Kline was ex-NSC. n.o.body seemed to know why he'd resigned; at least, n.o.body was telling. This niggled Hoffer, because now he couldn't be sure who was paying Kline.

33i Somebody had to be paying him. That trip to the UK must have cost something, plus he had men to feed. Kline was beginning to worry Hoffer more than the D-Man himself was. Maybe he was just nervous that Kline might track the D-Man down before he did. Maybe there was more to it than that ...

'What's that you said?' Hoffer said suddenly.

'The sister hotel,' Constantine repeated. 'That's where they headed after Boston. They booked from their hotel.' '

'Sister hotel where?' ; 'Here,' Constantine said, opening his arms wide. 'That's j what I've been telling you. Here in Manhattan.'

'Where in Manhattan?'

'The corner of 42nd and 7th.'

Hoffer was already waving down a cab.

The hotel was a typical tourist place, lacking style but clean enough to suffice. They'd booked in as Weston, and again they'd stayed just the one night. Hoffer handed a twenty to the desk clerk, as agreed.

'Any idea how they spent their time?'

'Sir,' said the desk clerk, pocketing the money, 'to be honest, I don't remember them at all.'

'You don't, huh?' The clerk shook his head.

'Well, thanks for your time. Rate you charge, I'd've been cheaper renting a hooker.' Hotter turned away and found himself face to face with Constantine. 'I don't like it,' he said.

'What?'

'The fact that the D-Man's been here. This is my f.u.c.king town!' Then he stuffed his hands into his pockets and charged out of the hotel, nearly toppling two elderly tourists in his wake. Constantine followed him into the street. Hoffer turned so suddenly, the two almost collided.

'Right,' he said, 'look at flights, trains, coaches, car rental, the lot. Leave nothing out. Names to check: Weston, West, and Wesley, pre-names Michael or Mark. And remember 332.

there'll be a female companion.' Hoffer turned away again and faced the traffic. He wasn't seeing it.

'What was he doing here?' he asked. 'What did he come here for? He must've had someone to see, maybe something stashed away.'

'You don't think he's still here, chief?'

'What am I, f.u.c.king Sitting Bull? Don't ever call me "chief, understand?'

'Sure.' Constantine swallowed. He'd never seen his boss like this. Come to that, he'd seldom seen his boss period. But the guy paid, always on time and always the amount owing, and you had to respect that. Money: it was practically the only thing, excepting the Giants, his mother, and the pairing of Cary Grant with Katharine Hepburn, that Constantine did respect.

'So what're you waiting for?' Hotter said. 'A gratuity?'

Then he turned away from Constantine and walked away.

Constantine watched him go. There was room in his heart for a moment's pity. He wouldn't like to be Leo Hoffer, not for a day, not for a hundred thousand dollars (which was what he reckoned Hoffer earned in a year). There couldn't be many years left inside Hoffer's oversized body, maybe ten at most. Guys his size never lasted; they were like dinosaurs that way, neither species meant to last.

Eventually, Constantine's attention was diverted by a burger bar across the intersection. He dug into his pocket and started counting his change.

Back in his apartment that evening, Hoffer took a shower, then wished he hadn't.

His ears still hadn't recovered from the flight, and he got some water and soap in one of them, making it worse. It was "he the wax was moving in there, like it was alive, crackling. Maybe the stuff was evolving or mutating. He uck a match in, but that hurt, so he let the wax be. Maybe it was more than wax, some infection or something. He took 333.

some painkillers and had a hit of his duty free. Then he slumped on his sofa and took a look around him.

The apartment didn't have much to it. No personality or if'

anything like that. It was a place to sleep, to ball sometimes, a place to cook up a meal if he could be bothered. He didn't 'iff have hobbies, and he wasn't about to waste his time j decorating or anything like that. He never brought friends back here, because he didn't have any friends. There were a few guys he might go to a ball game with or play poker with, but that was always someplace else, not here. They were.

men he'd known on the force. Actually, these days, he hung out with more old hoods than old cops. A sign of the way his life had gone. iff He couldn't remember the last woman he'd brought back here. Why should he? They were always one-night stands, the woman was usually drunk, and so, come to that, was Hoffer. He had plenty to waste his self-pity on. He could sit here all night bawling inside like a baby. Or he could go get ripped at the bar down the street. Instead, he pulled out the file Joe Draper had given him. And he wondered again, what am I doing here when I could be in Seattle? He knew that's where the D-Man would head, maybe not straight away, but eventually. So what was Hoffer doing hanging around New York? He reckoned he had half the answer: he wanted the D- Man to do his thing. Because Hoffer too wanted to know who had set the D-Man up, and why. He wanted to know who else wanted the D-Man as badly as Hoffer himself did.

Part of him didn't like the compet.i.tion. It was like someone was trying to steal his pet mutt.

But there was more to it than that. There was Kline. He still couldn't see where Kline fitted in, but he knew Kline would be on the lookout for him. Since arriving back in the States, he'd been watching for tails, checking for bugs.

Kline would be keeping tabs somehow,. Hoffer didn't want to look too keen. He'd hit Seattle soon, but on his own terms.

And by then maybe Kline and the D-Man would be out in 334.

the open. That would be interesting. That would be very interesting.

'Yeah,' he said, nodding to himself. Then he got up and put his jacket back on. All of a sudden he wanted two things: a drink, and not to be alone.

'Simple needs,' he muttered, locking the door behind him.

335.

25.It was time Bel had a disguise.

So we dyed her hair dark and I helped her with a haircut.

Her hair had been short to start with, now it made her head look like a hedgehog. Not that I told her this. She quite liked the cut, and ran her hand over her head, enjoying the feel of the bristles. She used an eyelash-brush to dye her eyebrows.

Then she started playing with the make-up we'd bought in the supermarket next to the motel.

Bel trimmed my hair. She was good at it, she'd gone on a course once. My own choice of dye wasn't so successful, and left my hair streaky. I didn't bother with the eyebrows.

'How do I look?' said Bel. The truth was, she looked stunning. It was just that she didn't look like Bel any more. j Her eyes were heavily made up, black, and incredibly s.e.xy.

It was hard to look at them without looking away again quickly. She'd dusted her cheeks and applied cherry lipstick to her mouth. She'd bought some cheap jewellery, and now wore earrings and bangles and a gold chain around her throat.

'You look different.'

'Different is what we want.' She pouted. 'Now, Mikey, do I get to go to the hospital?'

'Just don't try an American accent, all right?'

'You got it, Mikey.'

Actually, to my ears her accent was pretty good. Its only flaw was that it sounded like an actress doing it rather than the real thing. I guessed she'd picked it up from TV and films rather than from our travels.

She seemed confident, so I drove her downtown. Part of 336.

me was hoping she'd walk into Clancy's room and be arrested on the spot. I didn't think she'd tell them anything, but at least she'd be safely locked away. I considered phoning the cops from a callbox and tipping them off, only she'd know who'd done it.

So I dropped her off near the hospital steps and drove the VW around the block. There was a visitors' car park, and since I couldn't find a s.p.a.ce anywhere else, I ended up there.

The problem was, I couldn't see the hospital entrance, so I got out of the van and walked about, kicking my heels like I was waiting for someone. I wasn't alone. There were a couple of other men doing the same thing, plus a cab driver chewing gum and leaning his arm out of his cab to beat a tattoo with his fingers on the roof.

It was a warm evening, but not sticky. It had been about this time of year that I'd come here whale-watching. I'd been lucky. I'd seen several pods of Orcas. I couldn't remember now why I'd wanted to watch whales, but I was glad I'd done it.

'I hate hospitals.' I turned towards the speaker. It was the cabbie. I walked over towards him. 'I mean, I could wait inside, right? But I prefer to wait in the car. Inside, I could maybe get a coffee, but then there'd be that smell wafting up at me. You know that smell?' He waved his hands beneath his nose. 'That d.a.m.ned doctor smell, things in bottles. That sort of smell.'

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