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wanted to bring the whole weight of the feds and local cops down on me so they
could free their own people to look for him."
He considered that. "I still want the name. PI's don't mean shit to me, and
don't give me any shield-law crap. There's no federal law covering you. Besides,
might be interesting to find out just who you told the little lady there you
worked for. Impersonating an officer's good for a yanked license and maybe a
year."
"Better a year than getting my brains blown out," I told him. "Be reasonable.
I'll tell you what I know, short of violating my ethics and my right to life,
and you see if you're happy. You know I'm the patsy in this. I knew it from the
start, only the money was too good and I was flat broke."
"I'm listening."
I told him about Whitlock stealing mob money and putting the squeeze on the
middleman. I also told him about what I'd learned so far, and that I hadn't yet
figured out how he'd gotten sucked in in the first place.
He wasn't communicative in return, but I got the very distinct feeling that he
didn't know, either. They were at the same point we were, in spite of their head
start. He did, however, offer one very interesting new fact.
"He didn't leave the country. He called his wife this morning. Didn't talk long,
so we couldn't get a trace, but it was definitely a local call. You wouldn't by
any chance be carrying something he wants or needs, would you? If you are,
you're aiding and abetting a federal fugitive and I'll slam you real hard if you
don't come clean."
"I'm as clean as they come. Search away if you want."
He did, starting with me. "There's still a price tag in this jacket," he noted.
"What'd you do? Raid Sears today?"
The car was given a good but not complete going-over, since they'd had me in
sight from leaving the front door and I sure hadn't had time to do much more
than stuff something between the seats or like that. While they were still
searching, night fell, and Brandy drove by in the car. I pretended not to
notice, but I sure hoped she had.
The fed finally was as satisfied as he was going to get. "Okay, Horowitz. You're
on my list now. You be where I want you when I want you, and you report anything
you learn to me even before you tell your client. I'm letting you run only
because I think you're what you say you are -- a stalking horse. I have to say,
though, that I don't like you very much. I don't give a damn about P.I.'s one
way or the other as long as they stay out of my way, but if you're working for
the ones he stiffed you're no better than they are. You're free only so long as
you're useful, but to me you smell like an accessory, and that's the way it'll
read if your client finds out something from you before I do. Get it?"
"I got it. Now I'm telling you to back off and give me some room. All you'll do
is spook everything if you come along with your heavy boots like you did here. I
don't care who gets him, but I want a crack."
Kennedy shrugged. "We'll keep a safe distance, don't worry. I'll even give you
one lead, if you don't have it already. Not much, but it's a brick wall. He had
a second life someplace. He'd be gone sometimes from home for weeks at a
stretch, supposedly out of town on business, but the bank has no record of those
trips or expenses for them. His marriage has been mostly name only for years."
I raised my eyebrows. "Mistress on the side?"
"If so, we can't find any trace of her. It's weird. He'd be at the bank