'What are you looking for?' Tomkin said. 'You know his name?'

  Nicholas shook his head. 'Even if I did, he'd never use it here." It was a long shot to expect to find the name Hideoshi on this list but it would have been foolish to have ignored the obvious. 'This it?' he said to Russo.

  The other nodded. 'Yeah. Every one. Twenty-five are on the day shift, the rest are on at night.'

  'All twenty-five here today?' Nicholas asked. 'None called in sick?'

  'None sick. They're all here as far as I can tell.'

  'And no one knows about this?'

  'Not a one,' Russo said. 'I worked on it alone.'

  'Okay,' Nicholas said. 'Let's go.' He stood up.

  'What's happening?' Tomkin said.

  Nicholas rolled up the paper into a tube. I'm going to see all of these men face to face. Every one's a candidate for our ninja.'

  Russo took him through the labyrinth of the building and, one by one, the men on the list were interviewed and crossed off the list.

  The thirteenth name was Richard Yao. Russo didn't know precisely where he was working at this time of day, so they sought out his unit foreman. They found him supervising the welding going on in one section of the bottom of the atrium lobby. He was a heavy-set man with almost no hair and close-set eyes.

  'You just missed him, Abe.' He took a thick cigar stub out of his mouth, used it to point over his shoulder. 'He split.'

  'What for?' Russo asked.

  'Said he was sick.' He put the cold stub back into his mouth. 'Didn't look too good neither.'

  'How long ago did this happen,' Nicholas said.

  'Oh, I'd say fifteen - maybe twenty minutes ago. Like I said, you just missed him.' He looked at Russd. 'Anything wrong? He's a good worker.'

  Russo's eyes flickered briefly in Nicholas's direction before he shook his head negatively. "Thanks, Mike. You need another man down here?'

  'I could use one.'

  'Okay. I'll see to it then.'

  On the way back up to the top of the tower, he said, 'What do you think, Mr Linnear?'

  'I think,' Nicholas said, 'that we have our man.'

  'Well, hey, give me this for a sec -' He took the sheaf of paper from Nicholas's grasp, leafed through the accordion sheets. 'Here!' His forefinger stabbed at the sheet. 'Here's his address, 547 - hey, wait a minute I That address is too far west. It's a phony!'

  'I'm not surprised.'

  The doors opened and Nicholas sprinted down the corridor, leaving the other behind, staring at him. He pushed past Frank. Tomkin was on the phone, behind his desk. He put a palm over the moudipiece. 'Well,' he said, 'what gives? Did you find-'

  But Nicholas was already at the verge of the desk, his fingertips moving quickly but surely around the rim of die. top.

  'What the hell -'

  'Hang up,' Nicholas said. He was circling the desk, probing. His fingertips never left the surface of the oiled wood.

  Tomkin stared down at Nicholas's hands as if they were disembodied entities. He lifted the receiver to his ear, mumbled a few words and hung up.

  'Good,' Nicholas said, still moving. 'I'd like to talk to you -'

  'About what happened downstairs. Yeah. Yeah.' His blue eyes were open wide as he watched. Across the room, Russo had come in. He stood quietly next to Frank, looking on.

  'Right. About what happened downstairs.' Nicholas knelt, began to search under the desk. He spoke as he worked. 'I dunk we found our man." Wiring and computer modules. 'The diir-teendi. A man named Richard Yao. He was transferred here from a Rubin Bros site in Brooklyn.' Ridged templates: the

  computer grid. More wiring. 'Not too long ago.' As thick as a rat's nest, colour-coded for easy repair. 'Quite a good worker, so his foreman says.'

  'Yeah, so what?' Tomkin's deep-set eyes never left Nicholas's hands. 'What's it to me?'

  'He's our man. He split just after I made the call to Russo requesting the list of oriental male workers here at the tower.' One ridge higher than the other and he backtracked with the tips of his fingers just to make certain. He gave a little pull. 'Russo didn't speak to anyone about this little job and there was no time for anyone to get a peek.' Fingers still in darkness with their minuscule prize. 'Just Russo and me and' - he lifted it into the light at last, deposited on the gleaming desk top in front of Tomkin, a bright bit of plastic and metal, thin as a wafer, less than an inch in diameter - 'of course, the telephone.'

  Tomkin's face had gone red and his head seemed to tremble somewhat. He reached out one forefinger, pushed hesitantly at the thing as if he thought it might bite him. 'Goddamn it I' he cried. 'Goddamn it! Under my own nose!' He pounded the table, looked up. 'Frank, you sonovabitch! How'd you let mat cocksucker in here? I'll kill you!'

  Frank stood rooted to the spot, bewildered.

  'It's not his fault,' Nicholas said quietly. 'He couldn't know what to look for.'

  But Tomkin was beyond calming words. He moved out from behind his desk, the forefinger that had touched the electronic bug waving in the air at his bodyguard. 'Is this what I pay you for, you asshole? That - dial shit was in here, prowling around! Where the fuck were you? Tell me that! Where the fuck were you?'

  'I was here all the time, Mr Tomkin,' Frank said hastily. 'Even when you were out to lunch, I was here. I never left, you gotta believe me. This guy must have busted in here at night, after you and me were gone. I don't -'

  Tomkin soared forward, slammed Frank with the back of his hand. 'Nobody broke in here, you schmuck - not without my knowing about it the next day.' He watched the bright red stain on Frank's cheek; he could almost feel how hot the skin was. 'No, he was here all right, under our noses. You were just too stupid to have seen him.'

  'But I didn't, even know who to look for,' Frank said.

  'Shut up I Just shut up, will you?' Tomkin turned his back on him. 'Christ, you sound like a baby crying.'

  Nicholas had been moving in a half-crouch outwards from the epicentre of the desk in a tight spiral. It took him ten minutes of intensive search but he found a second bug under one section of the chocolate couch. No one said anything until he was finished.

  'I think,' Nicholas said, dusting off his hands, 'that under the circumstances we'd better go downstairs.'

  'What for?' Tomkin looked puzzled. 'The room's secure now, isn't it?'

  Nicholas nodded. He was already moving towards the door to the corridor. 'Tell you on the way down, okay?'

  Tomkin's heavy voice broke the whirring silence of their descent. 'I don't mind telling you that was a good piece of work you did up there, Nick. Damned fine. Thanks.' He sighed. 'You know I regularly have my office and homes electronically vacuumed every six months to weed out surveillance but, Christ, I haven't even moved in here officially.' He ran his fingers through his iron-grey brush of hair. 'Sweet Jesus, when I think of what he might have overheard over those lines! I'd like to rip his throat out!'

  The doors slid open and they stepped out into the atrium.

  'You don't think the bastard's here somewhere, do you?' Tomkin's head moved from side to side.

  'No chance,' Nicholas said, guiding the other man along the lobby. 'He knew security had been broken the minute he overheard my conversation with Russo. He's split. For the time being.'

  They went out into the hot sunshine on Park Avenue. Like stepping out onto the surface of a bloated, slowly turning planet, the burning atmosphere so thick it felt like gravity; locked in a pressure chamber.

  As they approached the car, the thin, bony chauffeur got out, stood waiting on the broken sidewalk, one hand grasping the door handle.

  Nicholas stopped them midway along the plank walkway.

  The jarring sound of the jackhammers filled the air like a battery of dentists' drills. Tomkin had to lean close in order to hear what Nicholas was saying. He nodded and they climbed into the dim, cool interior of the limo.

  They started up immediately, nosing out into the traffic flow. Nicholas began to work. He went to the phone first, unscrewing both ends of the receiver, drew a blank. It had to be a place of easy access, he reasoned. The ninja might have been able to take his time in Tomkin's office but certainly not here. He looked into the well where the receiver was placed; very little room. He used one finger all around the sides. And came up with it. He depressed a button and an inch of window slid silently down. He threw the bug out. The window sighed up.

  'Clear?' Tomkin asked.

  He held up his hand, inspected all the obvious places; nothing.

  'All right.' He sat back up in the seat. 'We're secure.'

  'Good.' Tomkin's face relaxed visibly. 'All this has given me (he creeps because it's come at the worst time imaginable.' He leaned forward, depressed a hidden stud. A smoked-glass panel slid upwards, cutting them off from the front of the car. Nicholas saw the cross-hatching of the wire mesh embedded within the glass. 'I'm in the middle of one of the biggest deals I've ever made. It takes in corporations on three continents. The amount of money involved, well, it's incalculable. Christ, what I need now is not to be disturbed, so I get this - asshole- hanging around my neck.' He chuckled, his mood shifting abruptly. 'Well, I shouldn't complain, really. This idea originated with the Japanese. Only they were far too timid; they refused to go all the way with it even after I outlined the perfect methodology. Scared, is all. So we had a falling out - of sorts.' He laughed. 'I stole the idea. Shit, they were going to just sit on it for a while, "study" the sampling they already had.' He snorted. 'No one'd get rich that way. Then they wanted back in after I had it running. Can you imagine? I told them to fuck off. They had lost a lot of face by then - too much, I guess. So they've sent the ninja.'

  Tomkin settled himself more comfortably against the plush velvet seat. 'Might as well go somewhere now that we're out."

  He flicked a switch, gave the chauffeur an address on the West Side. 'I'm hungry. How about you?' > 'I could eat something."

  'Okay. Good.' He closed his eyes for a moment. 'I don't want anything to happen to my girls, understand?'

  Nicholas said nothing. He was thinking about what Croaker had told him about this man. He was wondering about the truth.

  Tomkin turned his head sharply like a dog at the point. I'm quite certain you think I don't give a shit about them. I can imagine the kind of fantasies Justine has told you about me.'

  'She really doesn't talk about you much. Does that surprise you?'

  'Don't be impertinent with me,' Tomkin said coldly. 'It won't get you very far.' His voice softened somewhat. 'But, to be quite frank, I am surprised she hasn't told you all about me.' He waved a hand as if in dismissal. 'It doesn't matter, really. I still love them both. I know I'm not the world's best father but then they leave a lot to be desired as daughters. Let's just say we're all at fault.'

  'Perhaps if you didn't use your power with them the way -'

  'Ah, then she did talk about me.'

  'A bit, yes. Once.'

  'My dear boy,' Tomkin said, 'I don't mean to be pompous but money is power or, more accurately, it's the other way round. It amounts to the same thing. That's my gift, you see. It's what I excel in. Making decisions, building power, watching the money pour in.' He lifted a knowing forefinger to the side of his nose; absurdly, it made him look like an avuncular character out of a Dickens novel. 'It's also what keeps me alive. I'd be dead tomorrow without that excitement; I can't give it up for anyone, not even my girls.'

  'Would you even want to?'

  'To be honest, I don't know.' He shrugged heavily. 'But what possible difference could that make? It's a moot point. I don't love them any less for it; I'm merely denied certain things.'

  'So are they.'

  'Life is tough, huh? I'm glad you figured that out.' He turned his head. 'I guess I was right about you. I like the way you work."

  They crossed Fifth Avenue on Fifty-seventh, heading west. Heavy traffic brought them to a standstill midway along the block. Behind them was the white modernistic sweep of Seven West. Fuel exhaust and the heat combined to streak the air as it rose in waves from the asphalt of the street.

  'You know,' Tomkin said while they were stalled, 'money's a funny thing. Most people who don't have it want it very badly. But the ones who have it, if they have any sense at all, know what a fantastic burden it is. There are mornings I don't want to get up and go to the office, despite the excitement. I feel as if my body weighs tons, as if every breath I take is made painful by pressure.' Up ahead, at Sixth Avenue, the light turned green. No one moved. After a moment, horns started blaring.

  'But there are decisions to be made,' he continued. 'Decisions involving millions of dollars and the lives of thousands of my employees throughout the world. There's nobody but me to make them.' His voice turned reflective. 'That's excitement enough, don't you think? To know you're performing something in a way no one else can. You know about that as well as I do, eh? You do what you do better than anyone else.'

  'And what's that?'

  Tomkin's eyes narrowed as if he were looking through cigarette smoke. 'You're a very deadly man, Nick. Don't think I can't feel it. Even before I saw what you could do with Frank and Whistle. Oh, it was nice to see a graphic example of what had been in my mind's eye, of course. But I was as certain of you as I have been of anything. To tell you the truth, I'm glad Justine likes you - I think you'll be good for her. She should get to know what a real man's like.'

  The light had turned red again but the horns hadn't diminished.

  'What's the problem, Tom?' he said into the grille.

  'Bus broken down, Mr Tomkin,' came the electronically filtered reply. 'Won't be long now.'

  'Buses,' Tomkin said, readjusting his position. 'Christ, I haven't been on a bus in over thirty years.'

  'Money'll do that to you,' Nicholas said blandly.

  'The only thing that money does,' Tomkin said sharply, 'is corrupt.'

  Nicholas turned his head. 'Does that include you?'

  'We're all susceptible; we all succumb. There're no exceptions, none at all. In that respect, money's the great leveller. It makes fools of us all.' He barked a laugh. 'All those assholes who tell you that money hasn't changed 'em are full of shit. Of course it has. They just like to stare at illusions they build for themselves. As for me, I'm a realist. I take the drawbacks and accept them. Everything has its price tag - you just gotta make sure you got enough to pay.

  'Now take my late wife, for example. Jesus, there was a woman who knew sure as hell what she wanted only she didn't have the guts to come to grips with what went along with it. People like her, they piss me off no end, 'cause all they want is to stand and squat in a stream all day long while someone comes and wipes their asses for them three times a day. You think they ever heard of the word responsibility? Not a chance.'

  They began to move now and the limo slid to a stop at the far corner where Wolf's Delicatessen stood.

  'Come on,' Tomkin said. 'I don't know about you but I can't wait to taste a Number One Combination.'

  Behind them, in the limo, the second bug, perfectly hidden under the carpet, remained undetected and undisturbed.

  'You're not impressed?'

  'It seems like a lot of space for one person.'

  'I'm claustrophobic.'

  Croaker laughed. 'Yeah, well. I could see where you wouldn't be in this place.' He came back from the windows overlooking the East River and Queens. His fingers stroked the butter-soft leather of the brown couch.

  'Beautiful,' he murmured.

  'It gets a lot of attention.' Her topaz eyes regarded him playfully. 'Why, Lieutenant, I believe you're blushing. Don't tell me you've never met anyone of my profession before - that would be too much to swallow.'

  He groaned at the deliberate double entendre. 'Do you always talk like that?'

  'Only when I'm - only occasionally.' He wondered what she

  had been going to say. 'Hey, I'm hungry.' Immediately her face fell. 'But, oh, there's nothing here -'

  'That's okay, I've got to -'

  'Oh, don't go. Please. Not yet, anyway.' She crossed the room to the phone. 'You deserve some time off - at least to eat. And they know where to reach you if something really hot comes up."

  Yeah, he thought. Like the address of the lady who'll nail your old man to the bathroom wall. He felt immediately embarrassed and wondered why. He'd never felt that way before.

  Gelda had her ear to the receiver, was saying, 'I'll order us up some food. How about Italian? Do you like Italian food? I love it.'

  'Okay. Fine.'

  She nodded, dialled a number, waited a moment. 'Philip,' she said. 'It's G. Yeah, fine. What about you? You sure? You sound a little funny. No? Hey, how'd you like to get me some food. Mario's, yeah. For two. You know what. Okay. 'Bye.' She turned round.

  'Who's Philip?' he asked. 'Not a runner or something stupid like that? You wouldn't do something like that to me, would you?'

  'Don't worry. No. He's just a kid who hangs around. Does stuff for some - of us.' She saw the look on his face. 'Cut it out. He's got no family but us. We all love him and he knows it. Is that monstrous?'

  He smiled. 'Sounds all right." He moved round to the front of the couch, sat down, 'Feels nice.'

  She followed him, said when she was very close, standing over him, 'You should feel it without clothes on."

  He gave a slightly uncomfortable laugh.

  Gelda walked towards the bedroom doorway. She began to take off her silk blouse. Before she had disappeared through the doorway, he had seen the flawless expanse of her naked back. Despite the fullness of her breasts, she wore no bra.

  'What are you doing?' He got up from the couch, stood uneasily with his hands in his pockets.

  'Just changing.' He heard her voice drift back to him. 'Don't worry, I won't attack you.'

  'I wasn't thinking of that,' he said not quite honestly.

  'Good.'

  He heard the sensuous rustle of silk against firm flesh.

  'Do you want to come in,' she said, 'so I can see you while we talk?'

  Tm all right out here.' He felt like a schoolboy on his first real date.

  'Listen,' she said, 'you've seen my mind. I can't imagine what would embarrass you about seeing my body.'

 

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