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"I'll call you. Things are going on over here. If I can get away maybe."

He called Catrin; she was on a cell phone, and answered in her car. "Let me pull over to the side," she said. Her voice was showing stress; he thought she might have been crying.

"What happened?" But she'd put the phone down.

A moment later, she came back. "Well I told him that I thought we had some problems, and that I was thinking of going away, that I thought I might want to be by myself for a while. You know what he said?"

"I don't"

"He said, 'Well, whatever you think you have to do. Let me know.' It was like I wasn't sure I could make it to lunch."

"Catrin, I really can't advise you, I just don't know"

"He just walked away from me," Catrin said. "Now I wonder if he isn't having an affair or something. It was like he was waiting for me to say something."

"If the guy has any sensitivity at all, if he knows you at all, then he knew something was coming," Lucas said. "It's like waiting for the ax to fall. When it does, there isn't much to say. You know about everything that anybody might say"

"Lucas, what are you talking about? We were married for more than twenty years."

"When we were talking at lunch when you asked if you were just screwed I mean, look at your old man. If he argues with you, he's being domineering and he's not letting you lead your own life. If he doesn't argue with you, but is absolutely supportive, tells you to do whatever you want, then he's being patronizing and you feel like your life is a hobby, because he's got all the money and you're going to London for plays, and all that. And if he lets you go, he doesn't care. SoI mean, when you talk about being screwed, he's about as screwed as you can get. Whatever he does is wrong."

"It sounds like you're on his side," she said. There was an undertone of disbelief.

"Absolutely not. Look, half of my friends have been divorced, and most of the other half are fucked up. I'm fucked up. I've been through this Jesus. I'm on your side, Catrin, because we're old friends. If I was your husbands friend, I'd be on his side, because nobody's right or wrong. And in that case, you've just got to go with your friends."

"Well, I talked to one of my girlfriends down hereactually, I had lunch with three of them, my best friend and a couple that I've always been friends withand I knew by the way one of them was acting she's on Jack's side."

"That's gonna happen," Lucas said. "And some old friends of Jack's will be on your side. That'll surprise you, too. You said you belong to a golf club?"

"Yes."

"What's gonna amaze you is, a couple of his male friends are going to put the moves on you."

"The loose woman"

"Not just trying to get laidI mean, some of them willbut some of them will have been looking at you for a long time, and liking you."

"Lucas"

"Hey, it's gonna happen. If you walk"

"I don't think I've got any choice now," she said.

"Listen, what you're telling me have you thought about telling Jack? Scream at him a little bit? Throw a little crockery? I mean, do you still love him?"

After a long silence, she said, "I don't think so."

"Aw, jeez."

"What happened was, his reaction made me angry," she said. "So angry. But I feel like I don't know. I'm a little excited in a dirty way. Like I just broke out of jail."

"Aw, man."

"You keep saying 'aw, jeez.' What's that supposed to mean?"

"You're hurting a lot worse than you know, but you're going to find out," he said. "So's Jack. I can't hardly stand to think about it."

"Well. Maybe. But I'm getting out."

He couldn't think of anything to say. Thinking about her, sitting on the side of a road, talking about the end of her marriage on a cell phone to somebody she hadn't seen in twenty-five years.

"So congratulate me," she said. Now she did start crying.

"Awww jeez."

Rose Marie came down. "The media's got Rodriguez surrounded. His lawyer just called the county What happened to you?"

"I was talking to an old friend. Her marriage is breaking up," Lucas said.

"Did you have anything to do with it?"

"No. Not directly. I mean, I'm not fooling around with her. Maybe I could have said something that would have changed things I don't know. She's just an old friend."

"Huh." Rose Marie might have been skeptical. "You can't take care of everybody, Lucas. They don't even want you to."

"She needs a little help," Lucas said.

"I've got no advice," Rose Marie said. "Now: Rodriguez is gonna sue us, of course. And Tom Olson has called twice in the past half hour, asking about Rodriguez, but I'm not in. I've got to come up with a story."

"When's he coming in? You've got a briefing?"

"Yes. In a half hour. I'd like you to be there," she said.

"Sure. I don't know what I can say."

"If he tries to throttle me, you could hit him over the head."

They were still talking when the phone-tap monitor called: "We got some stuff on Rodriguez's blind phone. Three calls in a hurry."

"Where?"

"The first one, to Miami, to an unlisted number. I mean, we've got the number, but when we tried to check on it, the directory supervisor said she needed to see some paper before she can give us a name."

"Another blind phone, I bet."

"I think so. Anyway, he told whoever answered not to send Jerry up, that he had a problem. We think it might have been a delivery. Hell, I know it was a delivery. I've heard the same thing two hundred times, in almost the same words," the cop said. "Nothing specific mentioned, like it would be if it was legitimate. Just 'You know that delivery we talked about, with Jerry? Better hold off, I've got some problems up here.'"

"Good. Give me the Miami phone number," Lucas said. He scribbled the number on a pad. "I've got a guy with the FBI who might be able to help."

"Great. Then there was another call, this one to a real estate guy. He asked the guy to look into selling the apartments, and suggest that a Reet might want to buy them. I don't know the name."

"It's R-E-I-T, real estate investment trust," Lucas said. "It could be a way to get out in a hurry."

"Well, the guy he talked to he was hot to handle it. You want the name?"

"Yeah." Lucas wrote down the name.

"And the third thing is he called another dope guy. He said, 'I've got to shut down my business for a while. Tell everybody I'm sorry.'

"The other guy said, 'What's the problem?'

"Rodriguez said, 'Just a problem. The cops think I had something to do with that Alie'e thing. They're messing with me.'

"And the guy said, 'Where're you calling from?'

"And Rodriguez said, 'I got a good phone.'

"And the other guy said, 'I'd throw it in the river, if I was you. If they think you were involved with Alie'e, they're gonna tap you three ways from Sunday.'

"And Rodriguez said, 'Well, tell everybody. I'll call you back when it's over.'

"And that was it."

"We need that number, and times and transcripts," Lucas said. He jotted down the number, and when he got off, he looked at Rose Marie and said, "It's piling up."

When Rose Marie was gone, he called Mallard and gave him the Miami number, and called Del and gave him the local number. Del called back fifteen minutes later and said, "That number is out to another blind phone, but Narcotics knows it. They picked it up on a pen register a couple of months ago, a guy named Herb Scott. That's all they know, a number and a name in the computer. Want them to look a little closer?"

"Absolutely. Put him on the list. If nothing happens by tomorrow night, we're gonna sweep them all, and see if we can shake anything loose."

Mallard called back a few minutes after Del. "That number goes with a guy who lists his address in a place called Gables-By-The-Sea. I guess it's a ritzy neighborhood. I've got a guy checking with the locals."

"Thanks."

Piling it up.

For a moment, he thought about running down the new real estate dealer, but decided against it: That might make the phone tap obvious, and the phone might still be valuable.