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"And still be safe as houses," Perly suggested.
"If only we could." If Jay had had hair, he'd have torn it. "Not in these offices," he said. "We can't keep track of the copiers around here. And no other firm has more secure offices. It's not an official investigation, and so we can't ask the police to step in, and in fact for various potential ownership rights and inheritance liabilities, we'd rather leave officialdom out of this matter."
"When does she want to make this move?"
"Now! Yesterday!"
"Well, that's not possible. I could make a suggestion, Jay."
"Then why don't you?"
"I'm afraid it— Excuse me, there's a multiple-car collision up ahead, I'll just steer around— Oh, good, the police are on the scene, I'm being waved through— Oh, my God! Jay, you never want to see anything like that your whole life long."
"Don't describe it to me."
"I will not."
"You were going to make a suggestion."
"Oh, Lord. Give me a second, Jay."
"Of course."
That must have been horrendous, Jay thought, to rattle Jacques Perly. How much simpler life was when people couldn't tell us what they could see from their cars.
"What I was going to say, Jay—"
"Yes, Jacques."
"— That I was hesitant to make my suggestion because it could seem self-serving."
"You want to guard the piece? You're not a sentry, Jacques."
"I wanted to suggest my offices," Jacques said. "Extremely safe, extremely secure, but absolutely accessible. You've been there."
"Well, yes, but— I don't know what to say."
"You would hire private security, of course, 24/7, but the building itself is ideal for you, and I'm sure we could work out a rental acceptable to all concerned. I would have to keep my own business going at the same time, of course."
"Of course. Jacques, the more I think about this—"
"Well, think about one more thing," Jacques told him. "Ah, we're in the snowbelt now."
"Are we?"
"Ask yourself this, Jay. Why now? You said Mrs. Wheeler now wanted this, and wanted it at once. Why, Jay? After all these years, why now?"
"I haven't the vaguest idea."
"Could it be, Jay, because of her recent hire?"
"You mean—?"
"Has Fiona Hemlow put that suggestion into Mrs. Wheeler's head? And did Brian Clanson set the whole thing up? Is Brian Clanson just sitting there, waiting for that chess set to come up out of that vault?"
"Oh, my God."
"I'm already on Clanson, Jay, because of that other thing you asked me to do, though of course he has no idea he's under surveillance. We'll intensify that, study his associates. If your Chicago chess set is in my offices, and Brian Clanson makes a move to snatch it, we'll have him, Jay, in the of— our—"
"Jacques? You're breaking up."
"We'll— later." And Jacques Perly was gone.
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THURSDAY EVENING WAS a busy time at the Safeway. The store stayed open late, and people stocked up on their groceries for the weekend. May didn't usually work the evening shift, since the one regularity John really liked in his life was di
The first thing she noticed about the guy was that the only thing he was carrying was a little packet of lightbulbs. He was on her checkout line, the people in front of him and behind him all with carts piled up to their chins, so that at first he just looked like a very easy example of the which-one-doesn't-belong-in-this picture quiz. She stood there, sliding items over the bar code reader, sliding them twice if she didn't hear that ping the first time, pushing the items onto the belt to roll on down to tonight's packer, an overweight kid with an overbite whom all the staff here knew only as Pudge, a name he didn't seem to mind, and she kept looking at the guy with the lightbulbs until finally she caught his eye and gestured with her head toward the last checkout line in the row, which was for people with six items or fewer, though the sign actually said six items or less. The guy gri
Huh. Ping. Ping. Then the lightbulb inside her head went off. He's a cop. He looks like a cop, heavy and self-confident, somebody that nobody would ever call Pudge, and he's doing something a normal person wouldn't do, which is wait in a long line of people buying out the store while he's only got one item. So that would make him not only a cop, but a cop with a particular interest in May, which could not be good news.
Her first thought was that John had been arrested, but her first thought always was that John had been arrested, so her second thought was to reject the first thought. If they'd arrested John, why come here? And if they were going to come here, why not just do a real cop thing and jump the line entirely to say what they had to say?
Well, she'd find out soon enough. A few thousand more pings and here he was, pushing the little packet of four hundred-watt frosted white bulbs toward her with a ten-dollar bill as he gri
He's from Andy, she thought, but she knew he wasn't. She said, "Oh, you must be the man John went to see a couple times."
"Naturally," he said.
Ping. She took the ten and made change as Pudge put the packet of lightbulbs into a plastic bag, and Joh
I hope John doesn't plan to cheat this man, she thought. I'll have to remind him to be careful. "I'll tell him," she said. "Enjoy your light."
"Better than curse the darkness," he said, and gri
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BY FRIDAY MORNING, Dortmunder's irritation had cooled without disappearing. When May had come home last night and told him Eppick had actually braced her right there in the store with his message to call, Dortmunder had at first been outraged. "He talked to you? In the store? He's not supposed to have anything to do with you at all!"
May wasn't as upset as he was, but of course she'd had longer to live with it. She said, "He wasn't bad or anything, John. He just gave me the message for you and bought some lightbulbs."
"Lightbulbs? Listen, he wants to talk to me, he can call Andy, like last time."
"Well, he talked to me," she said, "and I thought it was a little weird, but there wasn't anything wrong about it."
"You know what it is?" he demanded. "I'll tell you what it is. The message isn't lightbulbs or call me or any of that. The message is, 'I can reach out to you. I not only know where you are, I know where your lady friend works, I'm on top of you any time I wa
"I think we already knew all that," May said. "Are you going to call him?"
"Some other time. Right now, I'm too irritated."
"Well, go in the living room, and let me get on with di
He was hungry. "Okay."
"Have a beer as an appetizer."
"I will," he agreed, and took a can of beer with him to the living room, where he sat and frowned at the switched-off television set while he conducted several imaginary conversations with Joh