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Clark said, 'Oh, sure. No problem.'

I smiled at Markov. 'How about letting the boy go as a sign of good faith?'

'Don't be stupid. You'll get the boy when I get the money.'

I nodded. 'And after that Clark and his family are done with it. You give them a pass?'

'Sure.'

'I'll call Dobcek at the same number when we've got the money.'

Andrei Markov nodded again, and then the four of them walked away. I took Clark by the arm and we walked away in the other direction. I said, 'You did fine, Clark. We're going to get your son.'

Clark didn't say anything. Just past the bookstore he collapsed to one knee and threw up. I waited until he was done, then helped him to his feet.

Now all we needed were the cops.

CHAPTER 31

Joe Pike reappeared at his Jeep five minutes after us, the long gun in its case. I said, 'Anyone follow us?'

Pike shook his head. 'How'd it go?'

I helped Clark into the backseat and patted his leg. 'Fine. Clark, you did fine.'

Clark smiled, but it was tired and weak, and two blocks later he hung his head out the window and threw up again.

We drove directly to my office to make the calls. I wasn't worried that the feds had tapped the phone because that's who I was calling. We left Pike's Jeep in my parking spot, then took the elevator up to the fourth floor. Normally, I would walk, but not with Clark.

I let us in, then opened the French doors for the air. 'You want anything to drink?'

'Uh-uh.'

'You need the bathroom, it's down the hall.'

'Thank you.' He sat on the couch and stared at the Pinocchio clock. I took a breath, organized what I wanted to say, then called Marsha Fields. When she came on the line, I said, 'Are you familiar with a Seattle mobster named Andrei Markov?'

'No. Should I be?'

'Markov and his organization are in your system. A U.S. Marshal named Jasper is down here now because of him. I'd like to call you back in five after you've checked this out.'

She seemed impatient. 'Does this have anything to do with your counterfeit money?'

'Yes.'

I hung up and leaned back. Pike was standing in the French doors, watching the city. Clark was on the couch, hands in his lap, breathing gently. He was smiling at the Pinocchio clock and the little figurines. He said, 'Your office isn't what I would've expected.'

'Neither are you.'

He looked at me and nodded, and I nodded back. 'Thanks again for doing all this.' He wet his lips like he was going to say more, but then he said nothing.

I gave Marsha Fields ten minutes, then called. She said, 'Okay, your boy Markov is a real sweet piece.'

'That's one way of saying it.'

'I understand Jasper's down here looking for a printer who turned state's against Markov's brother.' Marsha Fields had done a lot in ten minutes.

'I can give you Markov for possession of counterfeit currency and for kidnapping.'

'Kidnapping who?'

'Markov is holding Hewitt's twelve-year-old son.'

'Well, good Lord.' She didn't say anything for maybe ten seconds. 'Is Clark Hewitt printing?' She had done more than a lot.

'Markov's people murdered a guy named Wilson Brownell four days ago in Seattle. They're using the boy to try to get to Hewitt, and then they'll kill the whole goddamned family. Do you want Markov or not?'

'You want something for Hewitt, don't you?'

'Hewitt will testify for you, just as he did in Seattle, and he will participate to such a degree as will allow you to bust Markov, but his other activities are not to be investigated and must not be questioned.'

Marsha Fields said, 'No one can agree to that.'

'That's the deal.'

I could hear her breathing on the other end.

'I will tell you this much: Clark Hewitt is not printing U.S. currency, and his activities involve no other crime, either civil or criminal. It's a one-shot deal, and you'll never have to worry about Clark Hewitt again.'

'How do I know that?'

'He's dying of stomach cancer.' When I said that, Clark Hewitt did not react in any way. I guess he was used to it.

She took a single breath, then let it out. 'How do I know that's true?'

'Your own doctor can examine him if you want.'

She hesitated.

'Come on, Marsha. You'll get Markov and half a dozen of his people, and maybe his whole operation. It's either worth it to you, or it isn't, and all I want you to do is let Clark Hewitt walk away when it's over.'

'Where are you?'

I gave her the number, and she told me that she would call back within the hour. It only took forty minutes. She said, 'No one is agreeing to anything at this time, but we're willing to talk about it. Will Hewitt come in?'

'No.'

'You're really being a prick.'

'He'll come in after you agree to the deal, but not before.'

'My office at noon.'

We phoned Dak and told him we were on our way in. Pike dropped me at my car, then he and Clark went back to the safe house while I made my way downtown to the Roybal Building. I got there at three minutes after noon. Reed Jasper was there with his red-haired pal from the LA office of the U.S. Marshals, along with a muscular balding guy with little square glasses named Lance Minelli. Minelli was Marsha Fields's boss at Treasury. The last person there was a chunky African-American woman with gray-flecked hair from the U.S. Attorney's Office. She was wearing a dark green linen business suit, introduced herself as Emily Thornton, and from the way everyone kept glancing at her you could tell she was the one with the juice. I said, 'Man, Jasper, you get around.'

Jasper didn't offer to shake my hand, and neither did the other marshal. 'I knew you had something going with Hewitt. I could smell it on you like stink.'

Emily Thornton cleared her throat. As soon as she sat, the others sat, too. She said, 'Special Agent Fields indicates that you have information regarding a man named Andrei Markov.'

'Did the special agent describe that information?'

Jasper said, 'Describe. Can you believe this guy?'

Thornton 's eyes flicked to him and her eyebrows went up maybe an eighth of an inch. 'You're here by invitation, I believe, aren't you, Mr. Jasper?'

Jasper frowned but said nothing. I was liking Emily Thornton just fine. She came back to me. 'Ms. Fields did tell me the situation, but I'd like to hear it from you.'

I went through it again, telling her that I could offer them Andrei Markov on a count of possessing counterfeit U.S. currency with intent to distribute and defraud, and for the more serious charge of kidnapping a minor. I told them that I could offer Clark Hewitt as a witness to both counts. Thornton listened without speaking until I was done, and then she said, 'Who is this minor?'

'Hewitt's twelve-year-old son.'

She wrote something on a pad. 'Is Hewitt now printing this money?'

'Hewitt is in the Los Angeles area.'

Jasper's pal said, 'Oh, to hell with this guy!' He put his forearms on the table and made a face at Minelli. 'Christ, Lance. Fuck this guy.'

Thornton 's eyes went to him. 'Would you get us coffee, please?'

He blinked at her.

Emily Thornton repeated herself. 'Coffee for everyone, with sweeteners and a creamer of some kind.'

Jasper's pal's face went dark red, and he forced out an angry smile, like she was confused about something and he was going to set her straight. 'You want coffee, lady, I think you oughta ask someone in the hall.'

Emily Thornton didn't move, but Lance Minelli said, 'Step out of the room, please.' His voice was quiet and his face said absolutely nothing.

The red-haired man opened his mouth, closed it, then abruptly walked out and closed the door. He closed the door so softly that you could barely hear it. I guess he was the one confused.