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'Hang up,' Nicholas said. He was circling the desk, probing. His fingertips never left the surface of the oiled wood.

'All twenty-five here today?' Nicholas asked. 'None called in sick?'

'Hang up,' Nicholas said. He was circling the desk, probing. His fingertips never left the surface of the oiled wood.

Russo's eyes flickered briefly in Nicholas's direction before he shook his head negatively. "Thanks, Mike. You need another man down here?'

'Said he was sick.' He put the cold stub back into his mouth. 'Didn't look too good neither.'

'Well, hey, give me this for a sec -' He took the sheaf of paper from Nicholas's grasp, leafed through the accordion sheets. 'Here!' His forefinger stabbed at the sheet. 'Here's his address, 547 hey, wait a minute I That address is too far west. It's a phony!'

'About what happened downstairs. Yeah. Yeah.' His blue eyes were open wide as he watched. Across the room, Russo had come in. He stood quietly next to Frank, looking on.

But Nicholas was already at the verge of the desk, his fingertips moving quickly but surely around the rim of die. top.

'Okay. I'll see to it then.'

'Hang up,' Nicholas said. He was circling the desk, probing. His fingertips never left the surface of the oiled wood.

On the way back up to the top of the tower, he said, 'What do you think, Mr Linnear?'

'You just missed him, Abe.' He took a thick cigar stub out of his mouth, used it to point over his shoulder. 'He split.'

'What for?' Russo asked.

On the way back up to the top of the tower, he said, 'What do you think, Mr Linnear?'

'You just missed him, Abe.' He took a thick cigar stub out of his mouth, used it to point over his shoulder. 'He split.'

'Good,' Nicholas said, still moving. 'I'd like to talk to you -'

'What for?' Russo asked.

'Hang up,' Nicholas said. He was circling the desk, probing. His fingertips never left the surface of the oiled wood.

'How long ago did this happen,' Nicholas said.

'And no one knows about this?'

'Hang up,' Nicholas said. He was circling the desk, probing. His fingertips never left the surface of the oiled wood.

'Okay,' Nicholas said. 'Let's go.' He stood up.

Russo took him through the labyrinth of the building and, one by one, the men on the list were interviewed and crossed off the list.

'I think,' Nicholas said, 'that we have our man.'

'Right. About what happened downstairs.' Nicholas knelt, began to search under the desk. He spoke as he worked. 'I dunk we found our man." Wiring and computer modules. 'The diir-teendi. A man named Richard Yao. He was transferred here from a Rubin Bros site in Brooklyn.' Ridged templates: the

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