Moses raised his eyes. "You're missing it yourself, I notice."
Hardy closed the door behind him, took a hit from McGuire's glass, handed it back to him. "How you holding up?"
A shrug. "Good."
"You sound like my son. One syllable per sentence. 'Good.' 'Fine.' 'Great.' "
"Okay, maybe I'm not so good." He drank an inch of scotch. "I worry about it, and don't say, 'about what?' "
"I worry, too. Is Panos done? Are the cops going to put us there?"
McGuire nodded. "There you go."
"Okay, so the answers are one, maybe he isn't, and two, maybe they will. So what?"
"So I'm having some issues with it."
"Guilt?"
This seemed to bring McGuire up short. "No," he said, "no guilt."
"Me, neither. It had to be done."
"No question. But all this having to pretend nothing happened…"
"Who's pretending that?"
"Oh, nobody," McGuire said. "Just everybody at dinner here today. Every day at home."
"So what do you want?"
"I don't know. I wish it had never started, that's all."
"You mean you wish there wasn't evil in the world?"
McGuire drained his glass, brought his bloodshot eyes up to Hardy's. "Yeah, maybe that."
"Well, there is," Hardy said. He rested a hand on McGuire's shoulder. "I guess we're going to have to get used to it."
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CityTalk
By Jeffrey Elliot
Shock waves are still rippling through the various Halls of the city over the raids yesterday by local police and federal marshals on several upscale homes in various San Francisco neighborhoods as well as on downtown's Georgia AAA Diamond Center, and the disappearance of its chief executive officer. Dmitri Solon, the young Russian immigrant with a penchant for fine clothes and a luxurious lifestyle, had in a very few years become just as well-known as an art aficionado and political contributor. He had well-documented and close ties with many highly ranked (and now plenty embarrassed) city officials, including the mayor and District Attorney, and his Russian-built helicopter had become a familiar, albeit annoying, presence over the city's skyline as it ferried jewelry and gemstones to and from the airport.
This reporter has learned that yesterday's raid, which netted over $1.5 million in cash and nearly thirty pounds of cocaine and heroin, followed a six-month investigation into alleged money laundering and drug trafficking activities occurring out of several homes in the Mission, Diamond Heights and St. Francis Wood neighborhoods, activities financed by diamonds from Georgia AAA, which in turn had been smuggled out of the Russian treasury by that country's own minister of Precious Gems and Metals, and delivered here to San Francisco in diplomatic pouches carried by commercial airliners.
Also implicated in the scheme, and arrested in yesterday's raids, was Wade Panos, another influential political donor, whose company, WGP Enterprises, Inc., provided formal security for Georgia AAA, as well as the pool from which the Diamond Center selected its drivers. Mr. Panos's drivers allegedly coordinated and executed the actual deliveries of contraband among the various drop houses.
Sources with the police and FBI confirm that the initial investigation into irregularities at Georgia AAA commenced last November when Lieutenant Abraham Glitsky inadvertently stumbled upon two of Mr. Panos's drivers acting in a suspicious manner. On a hunch, he followed them to several addresses. When local authorities, many the recipients of Panos's political contributions, declined to act, Glitsky forwarded the information to federal authorities.
On a related front as the story grows, and in light of the principals involved, Lieutenant Marcel Lanier of homicide expressed concern and interest in reopening the investigation into the so-called Dockside Massacre of last November. Two of the victims in that gunfight, Nick Sephia and Julio Rez, had been couriers for Georgia AAA and a third, Roy Panos, was employed by his brother at WGP. Speaking on condition of anonymity, highly placed police sources have opined that these two men, Sephia and Rez, were the security guards who originally attracted the suspicion of Lieutenant Glitsky. Additionally, Sephia was a nephew to Wade Panos.
The FBI believes that several of the employees of Georgia AAA may in fact have been recruits from organized crime syndicates within Russia, and that the intimate and perhaps conflicting connections between the Panos group and these people may have played a significant role in the Pier 70 gunfight where five men, including homicide's Lieutenant Barry Gerson, were killed. Police have theorized that as many as seven more people, besides the five victims, took part in the battle. None have been arrested to date, and Lanier does not dispute the possibility that they may have used some sort of diplomatic immunity-and the Diamond Center's helicopter-to perpetrate the slaughter and then leave the country.
Finally, lawyer Dismas Hardy has asked that the police reopen the investigation into the death of Sam Silverman that led to a warrant for the arrest of John Holiday, who was a client of Hardy's and one of the men killed at Pier 70. Hardy is confident that the evidence upon which his client's murder warrant was issued was planted by Sephia and Rez. Hardy could not explain Holiday's presence at Pier 70, but noted that Lieutenant Gerson 's presence has been equally confounding to authorities. Hardy offered the possibility that, in possession of evidence linking Rez and Sephia to the crimes for which Holiday had been charged, Holiday had arranged his surrender to Gerson, and that the Panos group had somehow been tipped to the plan, and ambushed them.
"He was a great guy," Hardy said. "I'd like to see his name cleared."
Often, in early June, snow remains in the high passes on the John Muir Trail.
Michelle Maier and her companion had packed out of Tuolumne Meadows in Yosemite yesterday, camping last night at Lyell Fork. Though the rangers going out had warned them that the way would be snow-blocked, today's goal was to get over Donohue Pass, elevation 11,056 and then descend a thousand or so feet down the other side. This early in the season, the sight of other campers up here wasn't always a daily event, and neither Michelle nor her companion had seen a soul all day.
Michelle was planning to spend four more days in the back country, then get to San Francisco in time to catch her flight to Barcelona, where she'd enrolled in a gourmet cooking class for the entire summer. This had entailed giving up the apartment she'd kept since college. Possibly she could have sublet the thing, but she didn't want to be bound to return to the Bay Area when the class was complete. What if she got offered a sous-chef job somewhere? Or just wanted to stay overseas?
Her companion was a new friend. Gina was the first new friend, although not the only one, she'd made since John Holiday's death. Michelle had thought it was probable she'd be the only person at John's burial in Colma; certainly she expected to be the only woman there. But Gina Roake had been at the gravesite with some men, one of whom had been John's lawyer.
After the interment, they'd invited her to an Irish bar. Thinking Roake must have been another of John's girlfriends, Michelle didn't want to go at first, but then Gina's situation had become clear-she had lost her own fiance, also to violence, and evidently on the same day John had died. So all of them from the gravesite sat and talked until it got dark and the men had to go home. She and Gina had stayed on at the bar. Gotten smashed.