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through a pocket reader and handed back to him. "Thank you, Mr.
Itoya. We'll bring it right in." The uniformed man walked back to
the armored car, and he and another uniformed man came back
carrying a big box of blazing red Ґ20.00 bills. "Sign here,
please."
Leo signed. He was handed a receipt for the delivery of a
half-million new dollars in cash and the uniformed men left. The
box of money sat on his desk, more money than he'd ever seen in
his life. "This is incredible," he said.
"A man will be by here to pick that up at noon," Partner
said. "It would be best if you were not present."
"Why?"
"Information on covert undertakings is only given out in a
strictly need-to-know basis."
"You said that already."
"It is a tried and true policy."
Leo stared at the machine, his mind reeling with the
implications. "Okay," he said. "I'm out of here."
The printer spat out a list of appointments. Leo snatched
them and left. He walked down the street to where he'd parked his
car, got in it, and sat there thinking. This is out of control, he
told himself. This is totally out of control. As he sat there, a
sharply rectangular, black IBM business car pulled up (IBM cars
only came in blue and black) and parked in front of his office. A
tall, darkly-tanned man with a scarred-up face got out, looked
casually up and down the street, then stepped into Leo's office. A
moment later he came out carrying the box of money. When he bent
over to put the box in his car, the man's business jacket flopped
open to reveal a large ugly IBM business gun in a shoulder
holster. For just a moment his eyes met Leo's, and he gave a cold
stare and then got into the black car and drove away.
Leo broke out in a full sweat. He had to see Dano Sharks
about this. Dano sold him the software, Dano must know how to stop
it. He started his car and headed downtown, driving fast. In ten
minutes he was pulling into the parking lot of Mark Chevy's Pawn
Shop, which is where he usually found the data pirate. He entered
the shop and walked past the counters, heading toward the back,
but a short, fat guy stopped him. "Where are you going?"
"I've got to see Dano," Leo said.
"Dano ain't here no more."
"No?"
Apparently Leo looked panic-stricken, because the fat man's
expression softened and his voice lowered. "Were you a friend of
his?"
"I'm one of his better customers."
The fat man nodded. In still a lower voice he said, "Sharks
was killed yesterday in a car wreck. Just between you and me, I
think he was bumped off." He pulled back some, let his voice rise.
"That's just my opinion, though."
"Bumped off!"