The Firm

“Get on with it.”

“Told her about the fancy dining room and his little lunch with the partners. Gave her the specifics on the offer and they were ecstatic. Much better than his other offers. She wants a home with a driveway and a sidewalk and trees and a backyard. He said she could have one.”

“Any problems with?”

“Not really. He commented on the absence of blacks and women, but it didn’t seem to bother him.”

“What about his wife?”

“She had a ball. She likes the town, and she and Quin’s wife hit it off. They looked at houses Friday afternoon, and she saw a couple she liked.”

“You get any addresses?”

“Of course, Ollie. Saturday morning they called the limo and rode all over town. Very impressed with the limo. Our driver stayed away from the bad sections, and they looked at more houses. I think they decided on one. 1231 East Meadowbrook. It’s empty. Realtor by the name of Betsy Bell walked them through it. Asking one-forty, but will take less. Need to move it.”

“That’s a nice part of town. How old is the house?”

“Ten, fifteen years. Three thousand square feet. Sort of a colonial-looking job. It’s nice enough for one of your boys, Ollie.”

“Are you sure that’s the one they want?”

“For now anyway. They discussed maybe coming back in a month or so to look at some more. You might want to fly them back as soon as they accept. That’s normal procedure, ain’t it?”

“Yes. We’ll handle that. What about the salary?”

“Most impressed. Highest one so far. They talked and talked about the money. Salary, retirement, mortgage, BMW, bonus, everything. They couldn’t believe it. Kids must really be broke.”

“They are. You think we got him, huh?”

“I’d bet on it. He said once that may not be as prestigious as the ones on Wall Street, but the lawyers were just as qualified and a lot nicer. I think he’ll sign on, yeah.”

“Any suspicions?”

“Not really. Quin evidently told him to stay away from Locke’s office. He told his wife that no one ever went in there but some secretaries and a handful of partners. But he said Quin said Locke was eccentric and not that friendly. I don’t think he’s suspicious, though. She said seemed concerned about some things that were none of its business.”

“Such as?”

“Personal matters. Children, working wives, etc. She seemed a bit irritated, but I think it was more of an observation. She told Mitch Saturday morning that she would be damned if any bunch of lawyers would tell her when to work and when to have babies. But I don’t think it’s a problem.”

“Does he realize how permanent this place is?”

“I think so. There was no mention of putting in a few years and moving on. I think he got the message. He wants to be a partner, like all of them. He’s broke and wants the money.”

“What about the di

“They were nervous, but had a good time. Very impressed with your place. Really liked your wife.”

“Sex?”

“Every night. Sounded like a honeymoon in there.”

“What’d they do?”

“We couldn’t see, remember. Sounded normal. Nothing kinky. I thought of you and how much you like pictures, and I kept telling myself we should’ve rigged up some cameras for old Ollie.”

“Shut up, DeVasher.”

“Maybe next time.”

They were silent as DeVasher looked at a notepad. He stubbed his cigar in the ashtray and smiled to himself.

“All in all,” he said, “it’s a strong marriage. They seemed to be very intimate. Your driver said they held hands all weekend. Not a cross word for three days. That’s pretty good, ain’t it? But who am I? I’ve been married three times myself.”

“That’s understandable. What about children?”

“Couple of years. She wants to work some, then get pregnant.”

“What’s your opinion of this guy?”

“Very good, very decent young man. Also very ambitious. I think he’s driven and he won’t quit until he’s at the top. He’ll take some chances, bend some rules if necessary.”

Ollie smiled. “That’s what I wanted to hear.”

“Two phone calls. Both to her mother in Kentucky. Nothing remarkable.”

“What about his family?”

“Never mentioned.”

“No word on Ray?”

“We’re still looking, Ollie. Give us some time.”

DeVasher closed the McDeere file and opened another, much thicker one. Lambert rubbed his temples and stared at the floor. “What’s the latest?” he asked softly.

“It’s not good, Ollie. I’m convinced Hodge and Kozinski are working together now. Last week the FBI got a warrant and checked Kozinski’s house. Found our wiretaps. They told him his house was bugged, but of course they don’t know who did it. Kozinski tells Hodge last Friday while they’re hiding in the third-floor library. We got a bug nearby, and we pick up bits and pieces. Not much, but we know they talked about the wiretaps. They’re convinced everything is bugged, and they suspect us. They’re very careful where they talk.”

“Why would the FBI bother with a search warrant?”

“Good question. Probably for our benefit. To make things look real legal and proper. They respect us.”

“Which agent?”

“Tarrance. He’s in charge, evidently.”

“Is he good?”

“He’s okay. Young, green, overzealous, but competent! He’s no match for our men.”

“How often has he talked to Kozinski?”

“There’s no way to know. They figure we’re listening, so everybody’s real careful. We know of four meetings in the last month, but I suspect more.”

“How much has he spilled?”

“Not much, I hope. They’re still shadowboxing. The last conversation we got was a week ago and he didn’t say much. He’s bad scared. They’re coaxing a lot, but not getting much. He hasn’t yet made the decision to cooperate. They approached him, remember. At least we think they approached him. They shook him up pretty bad and he was ready to cut a deal. Now he’s having second thoughts. But he’s still in contact with them, and that’s what worries me.”

“Does his wife know?”

“I don’t think so. She knows he’s acting strange, and he tells her it’s office pressure.”

“What about Hodge?”

“Still ain’t talked to the Fibbies, as far as we know. He and Kozinski talk a lot, or whisper, I should say. Hodge keeps saying he’s scared to death of the FBI, that they don’t play fair and they cheat and play dirty. He won’t move without Kozinski.”

“What if Kozinski is eliminated?”

“Hodge will be a new man. But I don’t think we’ve reached that point. Dammit, Ollie, he ain’t some hotshot thug who gets in the way. He’s a very nice young man, with kids and all that.”

“Your compassion is overwhelming. I guess you think I enjoy this. Hell, I practically raised these boys.”

“Well, get them back in line, then, before this thing goes too far. New York’s getting suspicious, Ollie. They’re asking a lot of questions.”

“Who?”

“Lazarov.”

“What have you told them, DeVasher?”

“Everything. That’s my job. They want you in New York day after tomorrow, for a full briefing.”

“What do they want?”

“Answers. And plans.”

“Plans for what?”

“Preliminary plans to eliminate Kozinski, Hodge and Tarrance, should it become necessary.”

“Tarrance! Are you crazy, DeVasher? We can’t eliminate a cop. They’ll send in the troops.”

“Lazarov is stupid, Ollie. You know that. He’s an idiot, but I don’t think we should tell him.”

“I think I will. I think I’ll go to New York and tell Lazarov he’s a complete fool.”

“You do that, Ollie. You do that.”

Oliver Lambert jumped from his seat and headed for the door. “Watch McDeere for another month.”

“Sure, Ollie. You betcha. He’ll sign. Don’t worry.”

The Mazda was sold for two hundred dollars, and most of the money was immediately invested in a twelve-foot U-Haul rental truck. He would be reimbursed in Memphis. Half of the odd assortment of furniture was given or thrown away, and when loaded the truck held a refrigerator, a bed, a dresser and chest of drawers, a small color television, boxes of dishes, clothes and junk and an old sofa which was taken out of sentiment and would not last long in the new location.