A Long Line of Dead Men

"Ray Gruliow took their markers," I said. "And their checks. He's the one they hired. They engaged him collectively as their legal counsel."

"What are they going to do, sue the murderer?"

"And Gruliow hired me. He gave me a check drawn on his office account for nine thousand dollars, which represents the checks and markers he received from the others plus a thousand dollars of his own."

"So you're working for him?"

I shook my head. "I've been hired by him," I said, "to conduct an investigation in his client's interest, his client being the group as a whole. The point of this, according to him, is to get me under the umbrella of attorney-client privilege."

"What does that mean? You can refuse to answer questions in court?"

"I don't think anybody's concerned about that. No, it means I'm not bound to divulge the results of my investigation to the police, or to repeat anything said to me by my employer, Gruliow, or his clients."

"Does that really cover you?"

"I don't know. Gruliow seemed to think it does. In any case, if I should feel it was appropriate for me to withhold information from the police, I'd do it irrespective of the legal ramifications. So it can't hurt to have whatever shield attorney-client privilege provides, but I'm going to do the same thing with or without it."

"My hero," she said. "He'll do anything for a client."

"Not exactly," I said, "because I told them I reserved the option of bringing the cops in at any point. My main concern is stopping this guy before there are any more killings."

"That's their concern, too, isn't it?"

"You'd think so, wouldn't you? I don't know what was said while I was sitting on the stoop across the street, but my impression was that they're more interested in keeping the club of thirty-one off tabloid television than they are in keeping their own names out of the obituary column. If the story ever breaks, that's the end of the club. Don't forget, it was in existence before they were born, and they expect it to survive them all. They're not particularly eager to die for it, but they don't want to have to live without it, either."

"Guys," she said.

"Hell, that's not the worst of it," I said. "Two of them were wearing identical red-and-black striped ties, and nobody said a word about it. I don't even think they noticed."

"Shocking," she said. "Except I don't believe it. You're making it up, aren't you?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact. How'd you know?"

"Because you wouldn't have noticed either, you bear."

"I might. I'm a trained observer."

"Describe their ties."

"Whose ties?"

"Everybody's ties."

"Well, Gerry Billings was wearing a bow tie."

"He always wears a bow tie. What color?"

"Uh-"

"And don't make something up. Do you remember any of their ties?"

"Some were striped," I said.

"Uh-huh. And some weren't."

"I had more important things on my mind," I said, "than ties."

"Right," she said. "I rest my case."

Before I took Gruliow's check I talked to them about security. "What you have to do," I said, "is pay attention to things you're in the habit of overlooking, or taking for granted. Is someone following you on the street? Is the same car circling your block over and over, or staked out across the street from your house? Are you getting a rash of suspicious phone calls? Is there a lot of static on your telephone line, or a batch of clicks along with abrupt changes in volume?"

"Paranoia time," someone said.

"A certain degree of paranoia's part of life in our times," I said. "You people have a right to be a little more paranoid than the norm. You've just paid out a thousand dollars a man because someone's trying to kill you. You don't want to make it easy for him."

"What about hiring bodyguards?"

"My driver's armed," Avery Davis volunteered, "and the car's bulletproof. That's not a response to this particular threat. A couple of friends of ours were carjacked- Ed and Rhea Feinbock?"

"I read about that," Bill Ludgate said.

"Well, I heard about it firsthand, from Ed. The sons of bitches pistol-whipped him. And then I read about other instances, and I bought a limo and hired a pro to drive it. While I was at it, I picked a man with bodyguard experience."

"Will he leap into the line of fire?" Bob Berk wanted to know. "Will he take a bullet for you, Avery?"

"I wouldn't think so, not for what I'm paying him."

I said, "I don't want to talk anybody out of employing bodyguards, but I don't think the situation warrants it. I think it's more important for you to live defensively than that you hire someone to defend you. You're going to have to keep your guard up all the time."

"By checking to see if we're being followed?"

"Among other things. Remember how Ian Heller died."

"Jumped in front of a subway," someone said.