"No. They've all left."

Maybe he forgot about Mikhail Putyov.

He stood and said, "So, seven for cocktails, then some business, then dinner if you can pull yourself away from the woodcock."

"That's a tough call." I slipped on my shoes, stood, and said, "Hey, what's etuvee of vegetables?"

"I'm not sure." He gave me some advice. "Don't eat anything you can't pronounce, and never eat anything whose name has an accent mark over any of the letters."

"Great advice."

"Again, sorry about Detective Muller. I hope to God it had nothing to do with any of my staff, but if it did, you can be assured of my complete cooperation." He added, "I'll see about the information you asked for."

"Thanks. Meanwhile, mum's the word. We don't want to spook anyone."

"I understand."

We shook, I left his office, and there was Carl standing a few feet from the door. He said to me, "I'll show you out."

"Thanks. You could get lost in this place."

"That's why I'm showing you out."

"Right." Asshole.

We descended the stairs, and I asked Carl, "Where's the restroom?"

He motioned to a door off the hallway. I went in and took the hand towel from a ring and wiped some surfaces, collecting hair, skin cells, and whatever other DNA the forensic people liked to play around with. I wished I could have gotten Madox's cigarette, but short of asking him if I could keep his butt for a souvenir, that wasn't possible.

I stuffed the hand towel in the small of my back and exited.

Carl showed me to the front door.

I said to him, "See you at six."

"Seven."

Not too bright. But loyal. And dangerous.

CHAPTER FORTY

Up ahead, the steel gate wasn't opening as I approached the gatehouse, and I started honking.

The gate began to slide open, and as I reached the gatehouse, the two storm troopers gave me mean stares as they stood there with their thumbs hooked into their gun belts. If that was the best they could do, I wouldn't bother to flip them the bird, but I did accelerate, veer close to them, then cut the wheel, and squeezed the Hyundai through the half-opened gate.

In my side-view mirror, I saw them kicking the gravel and stomping the ground. I think they were pissed off.

Maybe I didn't have to be such a prick. But you need to establish who the alpha male is right up front. People like knowing their place in the pecking order.

Also, I had no doubt that one or both of these guys had grabbed Harry on the property. And if not them, then some guys wearing the same uniform. Right, Bain?

There was still no surveillance team visible, and I wondered what the hell Schaeffer was up to.

I drove out to Route 56 and headed north.

I replayed my conversation with Bain Madox, which made for some interesting side thoughts. Bottom line on that, Bain and John knew that Bain and John were playing head chess with each other.

Anyway, Madox asked me to dinner, and, of course, Ms. Mayfield was invited. And Madox deduced from my unchanged clothes that Ms. Mayfield and I had come here on short notice. So he went out of his way to make sure Ms. Mayfield would feel comfortable at the club in whatever she was wearing. That was very thoughtful of him-not to mention observant. Bain Madox would make a good detective.

I knew Kate was worried about me, and you can get away with a three-minute cell-phone call before it's traced, so I turned on my phone and dialed the Pond House number. Kate answered, "Hello?"

"It's me."

"Thank God. I was starting to worry-"

"I'm fine. I can only talk for a minute. I need to run some errands, and I'll be back in about an hour."

"Okay. How did it go?"

"Good. I'll fill you in when I get back. Did you get some of those things accomplished?"

"Yes, I-"

"Did you speak to Schaeffer?"

"I couldn't reach him."

"Okay ... hey, did you get a pizza?"

"No. You can pick up something."

"Hungry?" I asked.

"Famished."

"Good. I swung an invitation for us for dinner at the Custer Hill Club."

"What?"

"I'll tell you about it when I see you." I informed her, "Dress is casual."

"Are you kidding?"