The First Councel

I feel it all the way down to my groin. The rules are starting to change. All along, I thought Simon would keep it quiet. But now, détente’s beginning to crumble. And the more I fight against it, the more Simon’s going to point the finger at me. Forget about my job. He’s going to take my life.

“Don’t try to do it by yourself, Michael-we can help you with this one.”

“What’d you find in his bank accounts?”

“Not much. He sold some stock recently, but he said it was to remodel his kitchen.”

“Maybe he’s lying.”

“Maybe he’s not.” Even if I’m not showing it, Adenauer knows I’m squirming. Hoping to help me along, he adds, “I’ll tell you one thing, though-if you want to see an interesting account, you should see Caroline’s. For a woman on the moderate side of the pay scale, she was flush full of cash. More than five hundred thousand to be exact-fifty of it hidden in a box of tampons in her apartment.”

Now we’re getting somewhere. “So Caroline’s the blackmailer?”

“You tell me,” he says.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“We checked your account as well, Michael. Pardon my saying so, but things are looking a little thin.”

“That’s because a quarter of every check goes direct deposit to my dad. Check it out-you’ll see.”

He rubs his hand along the length of his tie, looking almost hurt. He doesn’t enjoy pushing buttons. “Please, Michael, I’m just trying to help. What about your mom’s family? Don’t they have some money? What are they up to now-forty stores nationwide?”

“I don’t talk to my mom’s family. Ever.”

Leaning forward in his seat, he sharpens a dark smile. “Even if it’s an emergency?”

The lawyer in me snaps to attention. “What kind of an emergency?”

“I don’t know-what if your dad were in trouble? What if Caroline were about to open her mouth and send him to one of those white-coat institutions? If she asked for forty grand to stay quiet, would you call them then?”

“No.” My stomach shifts as I realize where he’s going. Forget Simon-I’m the suspect. Trying to cover my ass, I add, “Besides, where’re you getting forty grand from? I thought you only found thirty?”

His hand continues to stroke his tie. “I guess it could be either,” he replies.

I hate that tone in his voice. He’s got something. “What’s your point?” I ask.

“No point-just a hypothesis. See, when we checked out the thirty thousand in Caroline’s safe, we realized it was consecutively numbered. Only problem is, about halfway through, there’s a skip in the digits. Based on the sequencing, we figure there might be another ten grand that’s still unaccounted for. Now you wouldn’t happen to know anything about that, would you?”

Behind my desk, my foot’s tapping nervously against the carpet. “Maybe the original bank teller grabbed the piles of money out of order.”

“Or maybe the extra ten grand was used to pay Vaughn. It’s an easy transaction-take the money from the victim. Only problem is, one of you grabbed the wrong pile.”

“One of us?”

He runs his tongue against the inside of his bottom lip. Now he’s having fun. “So how’s everything going between you and Nora? Still getting along?”

“Better than ever,” I shoot back.

“That’s good-because dating a woman in her position-it puts a lot of unnecessary strain on a relationship. And when problems come up? You can’t turn to anyone on the outside; it’s almost like you have to deal with them yourself. I mean, that’s the only way to keep her happy, right?”

Is that his theory? That I had Caroline killed for Nora?

“I’m not here to make accusations, Michael. But if Caroline found out one of the principals was doing drugs… and that principal had access to a person like Vaughn… it’s not much to ask you to bring him inside, now is it?”

“If you’re going to keep harassing me-”

“Actually, I’m trying to protect you. And if you’d help us out, you might actually be able to see that.”

Lamb was right about one thing: As much as they’re after me, I’m just bait for the big fish.

“She doesn’t care about you,” he continues. “To people like her, all we are are dictionaries-useful when you need them, but any one’ll do.”

He’s using “we” to make me feel comfortable. I don’t buy it for a second. “You obviously know nothing about her.”

“You sure about that?”

I look up. He doesn’t blink.

“For all you know, we’ve already spoken twice. Once on the telephone; once in the Residence. In fact, she might’ve already pushed me in your direction.”

I know it’s a lie. “She’d never do that.”

“She wouldn’t save herself? Everyone’s human, Michael. And when you think of the circumstances… if she goes down, you both go down. That’s part of cleaning house. But if you go down-if you’re the one to blame-she’s not going anywhere.” He pauses, letting it grind into my brain. “I know you don’t want to hurt her, but there’s only one way to help yourself… and if you can get us Vaughn-”

“How many times do you need to hear it? I didn’t do anything and I don’t know Vaughn!”