"But," Timmy said, "if it wasn't suicide, how at this late date—or anytime—would anybody know what the truth was without having been there at the time? Only the other person on the roof—if there was another person—would know what really happened. So, are you feeling kind of at a dead end in this?"

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"My assignment is to find out if Kenyon Louderbush really did have an abusive relationship with Greg Stiver, and if so, might it have contributed to his death? Figuring that out still seems doable, even though the only two witnesses so far, Janie Insinger and Virgil Jackman, are far from perfect as credible moral finger pointers, and Janie is unlikely to go public at all. I'm convinced, though, that Louderbush did do something very, very bad—so bad that the Serbians keep trying to scare me off the case. So I have to keep slogging.

This guy has to be stopped."

"Louderbush plus his Balkan gangsters."

"Well, whoever the bastards were who beat me up and wrecked my tires and ransacked my room."

Now he was paying even closer attention. "What do you mean, ransacked your room?"

"Oh, didn't I mention that? While I was in Massachusetts this morning. They got into my room at the hotel."

"God, how did they do that? Those rooms are supposed to be secure."

"They're supposed to be."

Timmy fussed for a few minutes over my physical vulnerability, and then asked, "Do you have your gun with you?"

"I do."

"I don't know why that makes me feel worse, not better.

Well, I do know why. As I have pointed out previously, it's the statistics."

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"It's true that statistically handguns are far more of a risk to their owners than to the average violent criminal. But you know me. Remember, in college I got a C in statistics."

"Oh, well, then. So was anything taken from your room?"

"No, the break-in was just more mau-mau-style waving of bones and feathers in my face. They want me off the case, and this was part of their instant-message booga-booga routine."

"They must be wondering what it would take to actually get you to throw in the towel. Or, maybe they aren't wondering that at all. Maybe their aim in threatening and harassing you is entirely different."

"Like what?"

"I don't know."

"These guys do seem to be holding back. But they let me know constantly that they're on top of my every move. Clean-Tech is going to check the car for a tracking device, and they'll go over my laptop, too."

"How's your ear? And your big hickey?"

"The ear hurts. The hickey is sexy as all get out."

"Will you stay at the hotel tonight? If the Louderbush gang knows your every move, why not just come home? We can keep a cauldron of boiling XVOO at a second floor window in case the Croatians start marching up Crow Street."

"Serbians. No, let's keep you and the house out of this. I'll let you know where I end up."

"Be careful."

"Yep."

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It was nearly five, and I grabbed my laptop and took the elevator down to the hotel parking garage. A white Clean-Tech van was waiting near the entrance, and out stepped Tom Dunphy and two stringy gimlet-eyed men in sports jackets. A fourth man drove the van as I led them all down one level to where my Toyota was parked. I handed the computer over to one of the solemn guys, who climbed into the back of the van with it. The other man had a black box with a wire and a wand, and he began waving it around my car. The van's driver got out, and he opened all the doors on the Toyota and popped both the hood and the trunk.

While these guys worked, I stepped into the shadows of the garage with Dunphy. I watched other cars come and go while we talked. Nobody looked our way or stopped. No Serbians appeared, or Croatians or Roma.

Dunphy told me the McCloskey campaign was creeping ahead but was having trouble raising money because Louderbush was draining off a good bit of cash in the Buffalo area. And even downstate around heavily Democratic New York City, donations were down. Too many Dems assumed Louderbush would win the primary and Ostwind the general, and a dank fatalism had set in. Big givers were already looking ahead to other electoral races two years down the road. It was becoming more and more critical, Dunphy said, that Louderbush be forced to drop out of the gubernatorial contest soon. Otherwise, just around the bend lay colossal ruin.

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made inquiries about the Stiver suicide soon after it happened, even though Stiver was not Louderbush's constituent and his district was over 200 miles from Stiver's Albany residence.

Dunphy said, "That's evidence of something, it sounds like."

"It seems to be. Why were his staff people asking? I'd love to find out. You don't happen to have a mole working in Louderbush's office, do you?"

"No, we don't. A dirty trick like that would be wrong."

Why did he talk like this? "Tom, you aren't wearing a wire, are you?"

"Of course not. Why would you ask that?"

"It's my Walmart training."

"You worked for Walmart?"

The guys checking my car out came over and said they couldn't find any tracking or listening device. They said a more thorough search in their shop could be arranged but was unlikely to yield a different result. They were certain no electronic transmissions were being broadcast from anywhere in my car.

This was a relief in the sense that I could now drive my own car and not have to worry about leading Louderbush operatives to my every encounter. But it was disappointing in that I still had no idea how these people always seemed to know exactly where I was at any given moment.

The computer man returned my laptop and said it didn't seem infected in any way, and my files had not been accessed except via my own password.

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"There is some gay porn in there," the guy said. "I have to mention that in case you didn't know it was there. College wrestlers in sexual activity with teammates?"

"I'm aware of that material."

"That's up to you. It's not uncommon. And this is your own PC, not a government apparatus, so it's your business."

"True enough."

Dunphy said, "Gay college wrestlers. Holy jeez. I'm sure that wasn't the case at Williams."

The Clean-Tech crew departed, and Dunphy said he would make his own way back down the hill to his office. I walked with him out to State Street, and he asked me what was next according to my plan of attack.

I said I wasn't sure, but I knew I needed to chase down any additional witnesses I could find to the Stiver-Louderbush abusive relationship. I said I also wanted to talk to Stiver's parents, if possible, and anybody else who might offer insights into Stiver's intentions and his state of mind in the weeks and days before his death. I planned, too, on checking out the college where Stiver's thesis advisor said he'd been offered a job after he supposedly told others that he had been rejected twice for teaching positions.