HE CALLED THE GOVERNOR, outlined his testimony, and Henderson said, "Lockes told me he was going to wind it up today. Your computer pals are testifying later this afternoon, and that should be it. I don't know what he's planning to do, but after talking to me and Smalls, I suspect he smells dogshit on his shoe. If he wants to run for this office in two years, he doesn't need both me and Smalls on his ass. He's gonna have to get through a primary."

"What about Smalls? Could he be a problem?"

"No. He owes us big, and he knows it, and Porter does pay his bills," the governor said. "If it turns out Tubbs did it to him ... well, Tubbs is probably dead. Not much blood to be wrung out of that stone, even if he wanted to."

"Is he going to win the election?"

"Neil says no-but I'm not sure. Porter's always been pretty resilient. On the other hand, his opponent is pretty hot, has an ocean of money, and a lead, with momentum. Not much time left. So ... we'll see," Henderson said. "By the way ... do you know her? Have you interviewed her?"

"No, I've never met her," Lucas said. "Seen her on TV."

"She'd be the main beneficiary, of course, if Smalls went down."

"I'll be talking to her, unless something else breaks before I get there," Lucas said. "Today, I've got one more of Smalls's staff members to interview, and I need to talk to my computer people about their testimony. Make sure everything is okay."

"Stay in touch," Henderson said.

THE AFTERNOON was like walking through tar: Lucas tracked down and interviewed the last of Smalls's volunteer staff, and the interview produced nothing. He talked to ICE and Kidd after their testimony, and learned that it had been perfunctory. He talked again with both Rose Marie and the governor, and updated Morris on the state of his investigation.

"That's not much of a state," Morris said when he was finished. "Investigation-wise, that's like the state of Kazakhstan."

"Tell me about it," Lucas said.

"What's next on the menu?"

"Dinner. It's just nice enough outside to barbecue. The housekeeper's out there now with ten pounds of baby-back ribs, sweet corn from California, honey-coated corn bread, baked potatoes with sour cream and butter, and mushroom gravy."

"You sadistic sonofabitch," Morris said. "I already finished my celery."

CHAPTER 10

Taryn Grant wore cotton pajamas at night, and had just gotten into them, in a dressing room off the hallway in her bedroom suite, a few minutes before midnight, when she heard-or maybe felt-footsteps on the wooden floor coming down to the bedroom. The security people were the only others in the house, and weren't welcome in her bedroom wing.

Something had happened, or was happening. She took down the Japanese kimono that she used as a robe, pulled it over her shoulders, and headed toward the door, just as the doorbell burped discreetly. She pressed an intercom button: "Yes?"

"It's me, Doug. I need to talk with you."

She popped the door and nodded down the hall: "In the sitting room."

"Yes," he said, and led the way.

The sitting room had three big fabric chairs arrayed around a circular table; the walls were in the form of a five-eighths dome-as though a big slice had been taken out of an orange-and kept their voices contained.

"What happened?" she asked, as she settled into a chair facing him.

"I talked with our source at the AG's office. The police unraveled how Tubbs set up the computer, and they've tied his disappearance to the porn. I've got a lot of details, if you want to hear them, but the main thing is, the police will probably want to interview you, since you had the most to gain from the porn attack. You'll need to figure out a response. The guy coming to interview you will probably be this Davenport, who I told you about."

"Give me the details," she said. "All of them. I'll forget them later."

Dannon spent twenty minutes on the briefing, reviewing what had happened that day at the attorney general's office, and the results so far of investigations by Davenport and a St. Paul homicide cop named Morris. "We've had one piece of great good luck: when they found Tubbs's hideout spot, there was no mention of the porn or any dirty tricks, other than the porn file itself. They did find some cash, and it may have been from us, but we were careful there, and it's untraceable."

When he was done, Taryn asked, "The fact that you talked to this guy at the AG's office, could that come back to us?"

"No, I don't think so-not in a way that could hurt us," Dannon said. "I left the impression that we were desperate to work out the political implications of what was going on, this close to the election. Of course, when he took the money, he was technically committing a crime, so he won't be inclined to talk."

"Unless he suddenly starts feeling guilty," Taryn said.

"Not a problem with this guy," Dannon said. "He believes he's on the side of Jesus, helping us beat Smalls. He knows taking the money was a crime of some kind, but he doesn't think he's really done anything wrong. He sees the money more as compensation for his time. A consultation fee."

"Amazing how that works," Taryn said.

"Yeah. Anyway, it all brings up the question about Tubbs's girl," Dannon said. "Davenport is going through the whole campaign committee office, grilling everybody, looking for his accomplice. I don't think she knows anything about us."

"Do you know who she is? What her name is?"

"Yeah, but I'm not going to tell you," Dannon said. "I don't want her name in your head, if you're asked about her."

She looked at him for a moment, thinking about that, then nodded and said, "Okay. I see that. But how could she know about us? Tubbs didn't know for sure. Not until he got here."

"Tubbs knew, he just didn't have any proof," Dannon said. "He didn't know my name or anything about me. We made the assumption, incorrect, in retrospect, that if the payoff was big enough, he'd keep his head down, that he wouldn't even want to know where the money came from. But once he started looking, it was just a matter of time before he found us."

Taryn stood and wandered around the sitting area, working it out. "The real problem is, if he mentioned anything to this woman, even his suspicions, those would sort of harden up if she talked with the police. You know what I mean? If Tubbs was alive, but he hadn't gone looking for you, and they found him and put him under oath, he'd have to admit that he couldn't identify the person who paid him. But if this Davenport finds his girl, his accomplice, and she just tells him what Tubbs thought, that takes on its own reality. And Tubbs won't be around to cross-examine, to say he didn't know where the money came from."

"That's true," Dannon said. "But: right now, they can't know Tubbs's motive. Not for sure. As far as they know, he might have done it on his own hook. If we do something about her, that would confirm to Davenport that there's somebody else operating here. If he finds her and she says she doesn't have any idea why Tubbs planted the porn, then it stops with Tubbs. But if she turns up dead, then there's gotta be somebody else. See what I mean?"

"I do," she said. "It's a conundrum."

"I've been thinking about it," Dannon said. "Davenport's already raised the question of whether somebody in the Minneapolis Police Department might have been involved with the porn. Well, there is somebody. When Tubbs first got back in touch with me, with the porn idea, I asked him where he'd get it. He said he knew a vice cop in Minneapolis who had a file of it. I don't know if it's for the cop's own viewing pleasure, or just one of those things that cops do. Anyway, I pushed Tubbs on it, saying I had to vet the guy before Tubbs made an offer. Tubbs told me the guy's name is Ray Quintana. If word ever gets out that he supplied the porn, he's in a world of hurt. So I'm thinking ... I could call Quintana, mention that Tubbs's girl could be a problem for him, and maybe he could figure out a way to do a little investigating for us. As a vice cop, looking into this porn allegation. Talk to her. Let us know if there's a problem."

"This is turning into a rat's nest," Taryn said. "One complication after another."

"Yes. And maybe the best way out would be to do nothing. Deny, deny. They'll be looking at you for sure, but there's no way to connect us to anything. We've never had any formal contact with Tubbs-you never met him, you don't know him, Connie doesn't know him... . We could just sit tight."

"Maybe even put out the word that we suspect Smalls of some kind of disinformation campaign." Taryn stood and walked a few steps down the hall, then back, and a few steps up the hall, and back.

"I don't know how you'd work that-"

She waved a hand at him: "I do. That's not your concern. The real question mark is Tubbs's girl. If this Davenport cracks her, and she points at us, we can deny ... but the word'll get out and the implications of it all, like Tubbs's disappearance ... I'll lose the election."