"Not just trying to get laidI mean, some of them willbut some of them will have been looking at you for a long time, and liking you."

"Lucas"

"Hey, it's gonna happen. If you walk"

"I don't think I've got any choice now," she said.

"Listen, what you're telling me have you thought about telling Jack? Scream at him a little bit? Throw a little crockery? I mean, do you still love him?"

After a long silence, she said, "I don't think so."

"Aw, jeez."

"What happened was, his reaction made me angry," she said. "So angry. But I feel like I don't know. I'm a little excited in a dirty way. Like I just broke out of jail."

"Aw, man."

"You keep saying 'aw, jeez.' What's that supposed to mean?"

"You're hurting a lot worse than you know, but you're going to find out," he said. "So's Jack. I can't hardly stand to think about it."

"Well. Maybe. But I'm getting out."

He couldn't think of anything to say. Thinking about her, sitting on the side of a road, talking about the end of her marriage on a cell phone to somebody she hadn't seen in twenty-five years.

"So congratulate me," she said. Now she did start crying.

"Awww jeez."

Rose Marie came down. "The media's got Rodriguez surrounded. His lawyer just called the county What happened to you?"

"I was talking to an old friend. Her marriage is breaking up," Lucas said.

"Did you have anything to do with it?"

"No. Not directly. I mean, I'm not fooling around with her. Maybe I could have said something that would have changed things I don't know. She's just an old friend."

"Huh." Rose Marie might have been skeptical. "You can't take care of everybody, Lucas. They don't even want you to."

"She needs a little help," Lucas said.

"I've got no advice," Rose Marie said. "Now: Rodriguez is gonna sue us, of course. And Tom Olson has called twice in the past half hour, asking about Rodriguez, but I'm not in. I've got to come up with a story."

"When's he coming in? You've got a briefing?"

"Yes. In a half hour. I'd like you to be there," she said.

"Sure. I don't know what I can say."

"If he tries to throttle me, you could hit him over the head."

They were still talking when the phone-tap monitor called: "We got some stuff on Rodriguez's blind phone. Three calls in a hurry."

"Where?"

"The first one, to Miami, to an unlisted number. I mean, we've got the number, but when we tried to check on it, the directory supervisor said she needed to see some paper before she can give us a name."

"Another blind phone, I bet."

"I think so. Anyway, he told whoever answered not to send Jerry up, that he had a problem. We think it might have been a delivery. Hell, I know it was a delivery. I've heard the same thing two hundred times, in almost the same words," the cop said. "Nothing specific mentioned, like it would be if it was legitimate. Just 'You know that delivery we talked about, with Jerry? Better hold off, I've got some problems up here.'"

"Good. Give me the Miami phone number," Lucas said. He scribbled the number on a pad. "I've got a guy with the FBI who might be able to help."

"Great. Then there was another call, this one to a real estate guy. He asked the guy to look into selling the apartments, and suggest that a Reet might want to buy them. I don't know the name."

"It's R-E-I-T, real estate investment trust," Lucas said. "It could be a way to get out in a hurry."

"Well, the guy he talked to he was hot to handle it. You want the name?"

"Yeah." Lucas wrote down the name.

"And the third thing is he called another dope guy. He said, 'I've got to shut down my business for a while. Tell everybody I'm sorry.'

"The other guy said, 'What's the problem?'

"Rodriguez said, 'Just a problem. The cops think I had something to do with that Alie'e thing. They're messing with me.'

"And the guy said, 'Where're you calling from?'

"And Rodriguez said, 'I got a good phone.'

"And the other guy said, 'I'd throw it in the river, if I was you. If they think you were involved with Alie'e, they're gonna tap you three ways from Sunday.'

"And Rodriguez said, 'Well, tell everybody. I'll call you back when it's over.'

"And that was it."

"We need that number, and times and transcripts," Lucas said. He jotted down the number, and when he got off, he looked at Rose Marie and said, "It's piling up."

When Rose Marie was gone, he called Mallard and gave him the Miami number, and called Del and gave him the local number. Del called back fifteen minutes later and said, "That number is out to another blind phone, but Narcotics knows it. They picked it up on a pen register a couple of months ago, a guy named Herb Scott. That's all they know, a number and a name in the computer. Want them to look a little closer?"

"Absolutely. Put him on the list. If nothing happens by tomorrow night, we're gonna sweep them all, and see if we can shake anything loose."

Mallard called back a few minutes after Del. "That number goes with a guy who lists his address in a place called Gables-By-The-Sea. I guess it's a ritzy neighborhood. I've got a guy checking with the locals."

"Thanks."

Piling it up.

For a moment, he thought about running down the new real estate dealer, but decided against it: That might make the phone tap obvious, and the phone might still be valuable.

Sloan called. "Come on down to Homicide. There's something you got to see."

Lucas walked down, and found a half-dozen cops laughing around a small-screen TV. "What?"

"That's Rodriguez's apartment," Sloan said.

"Penthouse," somebody said.

A wavering picture was focused on a window surrounded by reddish concrete. Then, moving in slow motion, Rodriguez appeared in the window and pulled the curtain across it. When he was out of sight, the loop started again: the window, Rodriguez, the curtain.

"Guilty, guilty, guilty," a cop said.

And somebody else, with a little edge of sarcasm: "If he wasn't guilty, why would he pull the curtain?"

And a third guy: "If it was me, I'd be pointing a rifle out the window."

"They'd love that."

"Yeah, until a little bullet hole appeared on the forehead of one of them blonde c"

A woman with a gun said, "Watch it."

"cameramen."

Olson came by, trailing the Bentons, the Packards, and Lester Moore, the newspaper editor. "Who is this Rodriguez?" Olson demanded. "Everybody's saying he did it."

Rose Marie said, "He's a suspect. Lucas"

Lucas said, "We think he's a drug dealeractually, we're sure he is. And we have at least two sources who say that he was running Sandy Lansing. That is, Sandy Lansing was the street dealer for drugs brought in by Rodriguez."

"Rodriguez was the wholesaler?"

"More like the local franchise owner, and Lansing was one of his employees."

"Amazing,"Olson said. "Franchises and employees. Did he pay her Social Security?"

Moore broke in: "Can you get him?"

"Not yet," Lucas said. "Maybe on drugs. We have no direct connection to the murder, but we can put him at the party, we can connect him with Lansing, we have him denying that he knew her, we can probably show that they dealt drugs together. We can project it as a drug argument that went bad. He killed Lansing, maybe even accidentally, by cracking her head against a doorjamb. Alie'e comes out of the bedroom just at that point, and he kills her, to get rid of a witness."

Olson stood up slowly, peered at the Bentons and then at Moore. "You mean she was killed as a bystander? That all this happened because she was at the wrong place?"

"That's a possibility," Lucas said.

Olson said, "I don't believe it. This is not a casual killing. All these people dead. It can't just be chance. It can't be."

"We don't really know that it is," Rose Marie interjected. "Lucas is just outlining one possible theory."