“When you guys were confabbing at the Oregon Trail bar the next night, I thought Pinsen looked familiar—and then I saw him in the background of one of the pictures I’d snapped while I was waiting for the cops. But you and he both pretended he was a cadet listening to you lecture. I still don’t understand the point of that charade.” I looked at Pinsen. “What did you do—pay those college boys to doctor Sonia’s drink? The clincher, of course, was the attempt to suffocate her on Sunday. Who did you hire to do that?”

Pinsen scowled, but Roswell said, “You can’t prove that.”

“The hospital staff found fabric threads in her nose. They thought it warranted providing Sonia with a security detail.”

“What did you find that you think I wanted?” Baggetto said.

“Right. That would be the movie the air force shot of the criminal use of Y. pestis on the missile protesters in 1983.”

“You have it?” Baggetto jumped from his chair. “Hand it over, Warshawski. It’s military, top secret, not for civilian use. And no crap about you being my boss.”

“I’ve watched it,” I said, “and I can see why the military wants to keep it secret, but it’s too late. It’s in production, and by this time tomorrow it will be all over the World Wide Web.”

Baggetto leaned over me, hands against the wall next to my head. “You could spend the rest of your life at Fort Leavenworth, Warshawski. You have committed a very serious crime.”

My heart started beating unpleasantly fast. He had six inches and forty pounds on me, not to mention all kinds of military combat training.

“Who has it?” Pinsen was behind him. “That lab in Deerfield you use?”

I ducked under Baggetto’s left arm to glare at Pinsen. “You bug my car, my phone, and even my mail? I’ll put it in my ad copy. ‘Warshawski Investigations: So Successful Even Homeland Security Tracks Her.’ I obviously solve problems that are too big for you.”

“You don’t run ads,” Pinsen said.

“Marlon, she’s baiting you,” Baggetto said gently. He backed away from the wall and turned to look at his teammates.

“Can you trace where she’s been today?” Roswell asked. “That’ll tell you where she put the film. Unless she shipped it.”

“If I could have traced her today, I’d have been on her already,” Pinsen said. “But I know she didn’t leave the county. Her car is still at the library, so she had to have picked up some other transport in this area.”

“Hitchhiked,” I said. “I can walk every place I need to be in Lawrence, but I hitched a ride out K-10 to get here.”

“We’ll do a sweep,” Pinsen said. “In the meantime she stays here.”