Voyles nodded at the door, and Lewis got up and closed it. The Director was standing again, cracking his knuckles and thinking aloud. "We have to cover our asses. I think we should assign at least two hundred agents to pelican, but try like hell to keep it quiet. There's something there, K.O., something really nasty. But at the same time, I promised the President we would back off. He personally asked me to back off the pelican brief, remember, and I said we would, in part because we thought it was a joke." Voyles managed a tight smile. "Well, I taped our little conversation when he asked me to back off. I figure he and Coal tape everything within a half mile of the White House, so why can't I? I had my best body mike, and I've listened to the tape. Clear as a bell."
"I'm not following."
"Simple. We go in and investigate like mad. If this is it, we crack the case, get the indictments, and everyone's happy. But it'll be a bitch to do in a hurry. Meanwhile, idiot and Coal over there know nothing about the investigation. If the press gets wind of it, and if the pelican brief is on target, then I'll make damned sure the country knows the President asked us to back off because it's one of his pals."
Lewis was smiling. "It'll kill him."
"Yes! Coal will hemorrhage, and the President will never recover. The election is next year, K.O."
"I like it, Denton, but we have to solve this thing."
Denton walked slowly behind his chair, and slid out of his shoes. He was even shorter now. "We'll look under every stone, K.O., but it won't be easy. If it's Mattiece, then we've got a very wealthy man in a very elaborate plot to use very talented killers to take out two justices. These people don't talk, and they don't leave trails. Look at our friend Gavin. We'll spend two thousand hours digging around that hotel, and I'll bet you there won't be a shred of useful evidence. Just like Rosenberg and Jensen."
"And Callahan."
"And Callahan. And probably the girl, if we ever find her body."
"I'm somewhat responsible, Denton. Gavin came to me Thursday morning after he learned of Callahan, and I didn't listen. I knew he was going down there, but I just didn't listen."
"Look, I'm sorry he's dead. He was a fine lawyer and he was loyal to me. I value that. I trusted Gavin. But he got himself killed because he stepped out of bounds. He had no business playing cop and trying to find the girl."
"Lewis stood and stretched.I'd better go see Mrs. Verheek. How much do I tell her?"
"Let's say it looks like a burglary, cops ain't sure down there, still investigating, we'll know more tomorrow, etc. Tell her I'm devastated, and we'll do whatever she wants."
* * *
COAL'S HMO stopped abruptly at the curb so an ambulance could scream by. The limo was wandering aimlessly through the city, a ritual not unusual when Coal and Matthew Barr met to talk about really dirty business. They sat deep in the back of it, sipping drinks. Coal was indulging in a spring water. Barr had a sixteen-ounce Bud purchased from a convenience store.
They ignored the ambulance.
"I must know what Grantham knows," Coal was saying. "Today he called Zikman, Zikman's aide Trandell, Nelson DeVan, one of my many former assistants who's now with the Committee to Reelect. And these are just the ones I know of. All in one day. He's hot on this pelican brief."
"You think he's seen it?" The limo was moving again.
"No. Not at all. If he knew what was in it, he wouldn't be fishing for it. But dammit, he knows about it."
"He's good. I've watched him for years. He seems to move in the shadows and keeps in touch with an odd network of sources. He's written some crazy stuff, but it's usually accurate as hell."
"That's what worries me. He's tenacious, and he smells blood with this story."
Barr sipped from the can. "Of course, it would be asking too much if I wanted to know what was in the brief."
"Don't ask. It's so damned confidential it's frightening."
"Then how does Grantham know about it?"
"Perfect question. And that's what I want to know. How'd he find out, and how much does he know? Where are his sources?"
"We got his car phone, but we haven't been inside the apartment yet."
"Why not?"
"We almost got caught this morning by his cleaning lady. We'll try again tomorrow."
"Don't get caught, Barr. Remember Watergate."
"They were morons, Fletcher. We, on the other hand, are quite talented."
"That's right. So tell me, can you and your quite talented associates bug Grantham's phone at the Post?"
"Barr turned and frowned at Coal.Have you lost your mind? Impossible. That place is busy at all hours. They have security guards. The works."
"It could be done."
"Then do it, Coal. If you know so damned much, you do it."
"Start thinking about ways to do it, okay. Just give it some thought."
"Okay. I've thought about it. It's impossible." Coal was amused by this thought, and his amusement irritated Barr. The limo eased into downtown.
