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'Okay,' Nicholas said. 'Let's go.' He stood up.

'Okay,' Nicholas said. 'Let's go.' He stood up.

'What for?' Russo asked.

'Oh, I'd say fifteen maybe twenty minutes ago. Like I said, you just missed him.' He looked at Russd. 'Anything wrong? He's a good worker.'

'Hang up,' Nicholas said. He was circling the desk, probing. His fingertips never left the surface of the oiled wood.

The doors opened and Nicholas sprinted down the corridor, leaving the other behind, staring at him. He pushed past Frank. Tomkin was on the phone, behind his desk. He put a palm over the moudipiece. 'Well,' he said, 'what gives? Did you find-'

'How long ago did this happen,' Nicholas said.

'And no one knows about this?'

On the way back up to the top of the tower, he said, 'What do you think, Mr Linnear?'

On the way back up to the top of the tower, he said, 'What do you think, Mr Linnear?'

'Said he was sick.' He put the cold stub back into his mouth. 'Didn't look too good neither.'

'Good,' Nicholas said, still moving. 'I'd like to talk to you -'

On the way back up to the top of the tower, he said, 'What do you think, Mr Linnear?'

'What for?' Russo asked.

'How long ago did this happen,' Nicholas said.

'Hang up,' Nicholas said. He was circling the desk, probing. His fingertips never left the surface of the oiled wood.

'Right. About what happened downstairs.' Nicholas knelt, began to search under the desk. He spoke as he worked. 'I dunk we found our man." Wiring and computer modules. 'The diir-teendi. A man named Richard Yao. He was transferred here from a Rubin Bros site in Brooklyn.' Ridged templates: the

But Nicholas was already at the verge of the desk, his fingertips moving quickly but surely around the rim of die. top.

The thirteenth name was Richard Yao. Russo didn't know precisely where he was working at this time of day, so they sought out his unit foreman. They found him supervising the welding going on in one section of the bottom of the atrium lobby. He was a heavy-set man with almost no hair and close-set eyes.

'All twenty-five here today?' Nicholas asked. 'None called in sick?'

'Hang up,' Nicholas said. He was circling the desk, probing. His fingertips never left the surface of the oiled wood.

'Hang up,' Nicholas said. He was circling the desk, probing. His fingertips never left the surface of the oiled wood.

'Okay. I'll see to it then.'

'About what happened downstairs. Yeah. Yeah.' His blue eyes were open wide as he watched. Across the room, Russo had come in. He stood quietly next to Frank, looking on.

'Well, hey, give me this for a sec -' He took the sheaf of paper from Nicholas's grasp, leafed through the accordion sheets. 'Here!' His forefinger stabbed at the sheet. 'Here's his address, 547 hey, wait a minute I That address is too far west. It's a phony!'

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