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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 the firm may notbe 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 the firm 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 dinner at my place?”
    “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 pickup bits and pieces. Not much, but we