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You will never find us, or him, without our help, but even if you did be
assured, Senor, that all of us will kill him and then ourselves before we will
be caught. Just wait, and when the summons comes do not hesitate and do not try
anything at all. Your son's life depends upon it. Goodbye, Senor Horowitz, for
now."
There was a final click and dead air, but he didn't immediately hang up the
phone. There were ways of doing trace-backs if the line wasn't broken on both
ends, particularly if you were receiving the call.
The information printed out on a strip of adding machine paper that emerged from
the side of the box under the phone. He took it, looked at it, then broke the
connection, waited until the phone company reset the line, then he made a call
of his own.
"Harry? Sam Horowitz. Sorry to wake you up a little early but I got a real
emergency here as soon as you can do it. I need a location to match a phone
number and I need it yesterday."
Harry didn't even have to leave the house for it, and Sam got a callback in
under ten minutes.
"It's a private phone, all right," Harry told him. "It's in London."
"England?"
"No, Ontario. Canada. You know-big country up north. In the name of Argos
Container and Cargo, Ltd. I'll give you the address."
Sam scribbled it down, then went to his computer, awake now. Who the hell did he
have in the Toronto area? Nobody, it appeared. Nobody on that side closer than
Montreal. He tried to think. What was near there? Suddenly he snapped his
fingers. Buffalo! Oh, yeah.
And Jerry the Weasel was just the guy for a quick and unobtrusive black bag job.
. . .
The morality might be a little questionable, but it was real handy to have even
organized crime to draw upon as needed.
The private eye business was rarely if ever as glamorous as it was portrayed in
the books, movies, and TV series, but it was every bit as tense in its own way.
Even he was disconcerted sometimes by the amount of information he could get on
just about anyone. Get copies of somebody's checks and you knew more about them
than they did about themselves, for instance. That was the trick here-getting
and sorting through all that information and keeping the quarry, if at all
possible, in his, Sam's, element and not outside, down the Labyrinth to God knew
where.
He was pretty sure that Dash hadn't been taken into the Labyrinth-yet. As soon
as Cal had reached the switch to the main line he'd reported a security
violation and they had stuck on full monitoring of the access to the central
Pennsylvania substation. Not even a flea could go undetected if that happened;
the only reason you couldn't do it with the whole line was, that there were
millions of worlds and incredible distances of parallel track, sidings, switch
points, subsidiary lines-you name it. Just like you couldn't have a cop on every
street corner in a city, you couldn't do a full monitor of the entire Labyrinth,
but once you showed cause it was very simple to do it for a short piece. The
invaders had known that as well.
Either they had all come in en masse in the ten to fifteen minutes tops it had
taken Cal to get to the switch and report an undetected breach, or they hadn't
come from the substation at all. Oh, perhaps one or two, tracking Bond, but not