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of her bra; and as he saw her breasts swing free he felt himself grow even harder。 Her hands dropped from his shoulders; tracing lines down his torso; his stomach; then to the waistband of his pants; unbuckling his belt and loosening his zipper and slowly easing him free。 Now the hand began to stroke him; slowly; and he gasped involuntarily as he reached for the hem of her skirt; slid his hand beneath it; and teased her panties free。 She staggered a little as he entered her; thrusting her hips forward while arching her back; bringing him deep inside her。 For a moment they remained like that; eyes locked。 Hayward's lips parted; then her head sank backward; exposing her neck; and she let out a groan of desire。 He wrapped his arms around her thighs and began sliding into her; again and again and again; gently; deliberately; the papers spilling to the floor 。 。 。 
 。 。 。 And then; in a sudden flood of pleasure; it was over。 She held him; her dark hair wild; breathing hard; her limbs around his; contracting and relaxing in slowing spasms。 They embraced each other for what seemed a very long time。 And yet it was all too soon when she kissed him and gently pulled away。 Only then did D'Agosta realize he still didn't understand what had just happened。 He covered his confusion by turning from her; putting his clothes into some semblance of order。 As he did so; he realized he couldn't even remember what had led to their sudden embrace。 They had just e together like magnets。 Nothing like this had ever happened to him before。 He wasn't sure if he should feel elated; embarrassed; or nervous。 
 Behind him; he could hear her slow laugh。 〃Not bad;〃 she said; her voice a little husky。 〃For a broken…down; washed…up loser; I mean。 Next time; though; we should probably shut the door。〃 She smiled at him from under a wild mop of black hair; a mottled flush fading below her neck; her breasts rising and falling heavily as she smoothed down her skirt。 〃You know what I like about you; Vincent?〃 
 〃No。〃 
 〃You really care…about your work; about the case; and most of all; about justice。 Youcare。 〃 
 D'Agosta still felt out there; almost dizzy with what had happened。 He ran his hand over his hair; adjusted his pants。 He wasn't sure what she meant。 
 〃I guess you earned that Title 3。 With a little thought; I should be able to make something up。〃 
 He paused。 〃That wasn't why…〃 
 She sat up; laid a finger on his lips。 〃Yourintegrity just earned you the Title 3。 Not the…the other thing。〃 Then she smiled again。 〃I'll tell you what。 We kind of got things backwards here。 Do what you have to do。 Then you can take me out for a nice; long; romantic; candlelight dinner。〃 
   
 34 
 
 The wire room of the lower Manhattan Federal Building was anondescript space on the tower's fourteenth floor。 To D'Agosta; it looked just like a typical office: fluorescent ceiling; neutral carpeting; countless identical cubicles forming a human ant farm。 Depressing as shit。 
 He looked around guardedly; half hoping; half afraid he'd find Laura Hayward waiting for him。 But there was only one of her detectives; Mandrell: the same guy who had called at lunchtime with news they'd obtained a Title 3 order from the U。S。 Attorney's Office。 The FBI; with its superior equipment; would execute the Title 3; in a joint operation with the NYPD。 ing through the NYPD had made it somehow politically acceptable。 
 〃Sergeant;〃 Mandrell said; shaking his hand。 〃Everything's set up。 Is Agent; ah; Pendergast…〃 
 〃Here;〃 said Pendergast; striding into the room。 His beautifully cut black suit; pressed to perfection; shimmered under the artificial light。 D'Agosta wondered just how many identical black suits the guy owned。 Probably had rooms at the Dakota and the Riverside Drive mansion devoted to them。 
 〃Agent Pendergast;〃 D'Agosta said; 〃this is Detective Sergeant Mandrell of the Twenty…first Precinct。〃 
 〃Delighted。〃 Pendergast briefly shook the proffered hand。 〃Forgive me for not arriving earlier。 I fear I took a wrong turn。 This building is most confusing。〃 
 The Federal Building? Most confusing?Pendergast was a fed himself; he had to have an office in here somewhere。 Didn't he? It occurred to D'Agosta that he'd never once seen; or been asked to visit; Pendergast's office。 
 〃It's this way;〃 Mandrell said; leading the way through a maze of cubicles。 
 〃Excellent;〃 Pendergast murmured to D'Agosta as they fell into step behind the detective。 〃I'll have to thank Captain Hayward personally。 She really came through for us。〃 
 She came through; all right;D'Agosta thought with a private smile。 The whole of the night before…Pendergast spirited away by the mysterious caller; his own totally unexpected encounter with Laura Hayward…seemed dreamlike; unreal。 He had fought the temptation to call her all morning。 He hoped she'd still want that long; candlelight dinner。 He wondered if this would plicate their working relationship; decided it would; realized he didn't much care。 
 〃Here we are;〃 Mandrell said; stepping into one of the cubicles。 It looked just like all the others: a desk with an overhanging credenza; a puter workstation with attached speakers; a few chairs。 A young woman with short blonde hair sat at the workstation; typing。 
 〃This is Agent Sanborne;〃 Mandrell said。 〃She's monitoring the phone of Jimmy Chait; Bullard's right…hand boy here in the States。 We have agents in adjoining cubicles logging the phones of another half dozen of Bullard's associates。 Agent Sanborne; this is Sergeant D'Agosta of the Southampton P。D。 and Special Agent Pendergast。〃 
 Sanborne nodded at them in turn; her eyes widening at the name of Pendergast。 
 〃Anything?〃 Mandrell asked her。 
 〃Nothing important;〃 she replied。 〃There was some traffic a few minutes ago between Chait and another associate。 Seems they're expecting a call from Bullard any time now。〃 
 Mandrell nodded; turned back to D'Agosta。 〃When was your last tap; Sergeant?〃 
 〃It's been a while。〃 
 〃Then let me get you up to speed。 Everything's done by puter these days; one workstation per phone number being monitored。 The phone line goes right through this interface; and the conversation's recorded digitally。 No more tapes。 Agent Sanborne; who'll be transcribing the line sheets; can work the transport controls either by keyboard or foot pedal。〃 
 D'Agosta shook his head。 It was a far cry from the low…tech setups he'd worked as a new jack cop in the mid…eighties。 
 〃You mentioned Chinese?〃 Mandrell said。 〃Are we going to need a translator?〃 
 〃Unlikely;〃 Pendergast replied。 
 〃Well; we've got a man standing by; just in case。〃 
 The cubicle fell silent as Mandrell and Sanborne hovered over the screen。 
 〃Vincent;〃 Pendergast murmured; taking him aside。 〃I've been wanting to tell you。 We've made a very important discovery。〃 
 〃What's that?〃 
 〃Beckmann。〃 
 D'Agosta looked at him sharply。〃Beckmann?〃 
 〃His present whereabouts。〃 
 〃No shit。 When did you find out?〃 
 〃Late last night。 After I called you to request this wiretap。〃 
 〃Why didn't you tell me before?〃 
 〃I tried calling you as soon as I heard。 There was no answer at your hotel。 And your cell phone appeared to have been turned off。〃 
 〃Oh。 Yes; it was。 Sorry about that。〃 D'Agosta turned away; feeling a flush begin to spread over his face。 
 He was spared further questioning by a sudden beeping from the workstation。 
 〃Call's ing in;〃 said Agent Sanborne。 
 A small window appeared on her screen; filled with lines of data。 〃Chait's getting an ining;〃 she said; pointing at the window。 〃See?〃 
 〃Who's it from?〃 D'Agosta asked。 
 〃The number's ing up now。 I'll put it on vox。〃 
 〃Jimmy?〃 came a high…pitched voice over the puter speaker。 〃Jimmy; you there?〃 
 Sanborne began typing quickly; transcribing the call verbatim。 〃It's his home number;〃 she said。 〃Probably his wife。〃 
 〃Yeah;〃 answered a deep voice with a thick New Jersey accent。 〃What you want?〃 
 〃When you ing home?〃 
 〃Something's e up。〃 There was a faint roar in the background; like the rush of wind。 
 〃No; Jimmy…not again today。 We've got the Fingermans ing by this afternoon; remember? About the winter rental in Kissimmee?〃 
 〃Fuck that。 You don't need me for that shit。〃 
 〃Go ahead; take that tone with me。 You're right; Idon't need you for thatshit 。 What Ineed is for you to stop by DePasquale's and pick up a few trays of sausage and peppers。 I don't have a thing to serve。〃 
 〃Then get your ass in the kitchen and cook something。〃 
 〃Look; you…〃 
 〃I'll be home when I get home。 Now get the fuck off; I'm expecting a call。〃 And the line went dead。 
 There was a brief silence broken only by the click of keys as Agent Sanborne pleted the transcription。 
 〃Delightful couple;〃 said D'Agosta。 He motioned Pendergast aside。 〃How'd you find Beckmann; anyway?〃 
 〃With the help of an acquaintance of mine…an invalid; actually…who happens to be extremely good at tracking down troublesome nuggets of information。〃 
 〃'Extremely good' sounds like an understatement。 Nobody's been able to locate this guy。 So where's this Beckmann at?〃 
 But they were again interrupted by another beep from the puter。 〃We've got another one;〃 said Sanborne。 
 〃Ining or outgo

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