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“The lawyer? Barrington? He’s just a lawyer—he doesn’t know how to do this stuff, and he doesn’t have the guts, either.”

“Boss, who got you into trouble with the immigration?” Ivan asked.

“The lawyer,” Sergei offered.

“The lawyer, the lawyer! Shut up about the lawyer!” Tirov shouted.

“It’s the sort of thing a lawyer would do,” Sergei replied.

“Our friends had trouble with the lawyer before, remember? The stories we heard? That stuff in Paris? That was the same guy, wasn’t it? Barrington?”

“It wasn’t Barrington in my house last night,” Tirov said. “I heard his voice—it wasn’t Barrington.”

“Somebody he hired,” Ivan said.

“That’s right,” Sergei offered.

“Who would he know, a lawyer like him?”

“Somebody very good,” Ivan said. “I mean, he walked in here, put three men and a dog out of action, then . . .” Ivan stopped. “Then what did he do? You said you heard his voice?”

“He talked to me,” Tirov said. “I was lying on the bed, and he talked to me.”

“What did he say?”

“He said I should be nice to people.”

“What people?”

“I don’t know, he didn’t mention anybody in particular. Just people in general, I guess. No, I take that back—he mentioned studio executives and waiters.”

“And why did he think you would do that? Be nice to people?” Ivan asked.

“Because he said he would come back and kill me if I didn’t do it.”

The two men stared at him blankly. “Did you believe him?” Sergei asked finally.

“Yes,” Tirov replied.

“So, what are you going to do?”

“I’m going to kill the lawyer.”

“Didn’t the guy last night say he would kill you if you weren’t nice?”

“Yes.”

“Killing the lawyer isn’t nice.”

“If I kill the lawyer, there’s nobody to pay the guy from last night.”

“Unless it’s not the lawyer.”

“What’s not the lawyer?”

“Unless it’s not the lawyer paying the guy.”

Tirov thought about that. “The guy last night will never know it was me that killed the lawyer.”

Ivan shrugged. “If you say so.”

“I guess you want us to kill the lawyer,” Sergei said.

“No, I want to do it myself.”

Sergei brightened. “No kidding?”

“No kidding. Get me a pistol with a silencer.”

“Okay,” Sergei said.

44

Billy got home from the office; his wife drove herself, and she was still working, so he had the house to himself. He went into his workroom and picked up an electronic box that was connected to a phone line. The box was connected to a tape recorder, and it had a green light on its front, which was blinking. He opened the box and rewound the tape inside, and what he overheard was a conversation in the kitchen between Boris Tirov and his two minions, Ivan and Sergei. Billy did not like what he heard.

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