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The capo subordinato； his eyes squinting； his forehead creased in ignorance and suspicion； reached into his pocket and pulled out a large black kerchief。 〃Sorry； Doc； but I gotta blindfold you。〃
〃Is that so you can put a bullet in my head when； mercifully； I don't know it's going to happen？〃
〃No； Doctor。 No bam…bam for you。 You're too valuable。〃
〃Valuable？〃 asked the capo supremo rhetorically in his opulent living room in Brooklyn Heights。 〃Like a gold mine just popped out of the ground and landed in your minestrone。 This Jew has worked on the heads of some of the biggest lasagnas in Washington。 His files have got to be worth the price of Detroit。〃
〃You'll never get them； Louis；〃 said the attractive middle…aged man dressed in an expensive tropical worsted suit sitting across from his host。 〃They'll be sealed and carted off out of your reach。〃
〃Well； we're working on that； Mr。 Park Avenue； Manhattan。 Say…just for laughs…say we got 'em。 What are they worth to you？〃
The guest permitted himself a thin aristocratic smile。 〃Detroit？〃 he replied。
〃Va bene！ I like you； you got a sense of humor。〃 As abruptly as he had grinned； the mafioso became serious； even ugly。 〃The five mill still holds for this Bourne…Webb character； right？〃
〃With a proviso。〃
〃I don't like provisos； Mr。 Lawyer； I don't like them at all。〃
〃We can go elsewhere。 You're not the only game in town。〃
〃Let me explain something to you； Signor Avvocato。 In a lot of ways； we…all of we…are the only game in town。 We don't mess with other families' hits； you know what I mean？ Our councils have decided hits are too personal； it makes for bad blood。〃
〃Will you listen to the proviso？ I don't think you'll be offended。〃
〃Shoot。〃
〃I wish you'd use another word…〃
〃Go ahead。〃
〃There'll be a two…million…dollar bonus because we insist you include Webb's wife and his government friend Conklin。〃
〃Done； Mr。 Park Avenue； Manhattan。〃
〃Good。 Now to the rest of our business。〃
〃I want to talk about the Jew。〃
〃We'll get to him…〃
〃Now。〃
〃Please don't give orders to me；〃 said the attorney from one of Wall Street's most prestigious firms。 〃You're really not in a position to do that； wop。〃
〃Hey； farabutto！ You don't talk to me like that！〃
〃I'll talk to you any way I like。 。。。 On the outside； and to your credit in negotiations； you're a very masculine； very macho fellow。〃 The lawyer calmly uncrossed and crossed his legs。 〃But the inside's quite different； isn't it？ You've got a soft heart； or should I say hard loins； for pretty young men。〃
〃Silenzio！〃 The Italian shot forward on the couch。
〃I have no wish to exploit the information。 On the other hand； I don't believe Gay Rights are very high on the Cosa Nostra's agenda； do you？〃
〃You son of a bitch！〃
〃You know； when I was a young army lawyer in Saigon； I defended a career lieutenant who was caught in flagrante delicto with a Vietnamese boy； a male prostitute obviously。 Through legal maneuvers； using ambiguous phrases in the military code regarding civilians； I saved him from a dishonorable discharge； but it was obvious that he had to resign from the service。 Unfortunately； he never went on to a productive life； he shot himself two hours after the verdict。 You see； he'd bee a pariah； a disgrace before his peers and he couldn't handle the burden。〃
〃Get on with your business；〃 said the capo supremo named Louis； his voice low and flat and filled with hatred。
〃Thank you。 。。。 First； I left an envelope on your。 foyer table。 It contains payment for Armbruster's tragic confrontation in Georgetown and Teagarten's equally tragic assassination in Brussels。〃
〃According to the yid head doctor；〃 interrupted the mafioso； 〃you got two more they know about。 An ambassador in London and that admiral on the Joint Chiefs。 You wanna add another bonus？〃
〃Possibly later； not now。 They both know very little and nothing about the financial operations。 Burton thinks that we're essentially an ultraconservative veterans' lobbying effort that grew out of the Vietnam disgrace…legally borderline for him； but then he has strong patriotic feelings。 Atkinson's a rich dilettante； he does what he's told； but he doesn't know why or by whom。 He'd do anything to hold on to the Court of Saint James's and has； his only connection was with Teagarten。 。。。 Conklin hit pay dirt with Swayne and Armbruster； Teagarten and； of course； DeSole； but the other two are window dressing； quite respectable window dressing。 I wonder how it happened。〃
〃When I find out； and I will find out； I'll let you know； gratis。〃
〃Oh？〃 The attorney raised his eyebrows。 〃How？〃
〃We'll get to it。 What's your other business？〃
〃Two items； both vital； and the first I'll give you…gratis。 Get rid of your current boyfriend。 He goes to places he shouldn't and throws money around like a cheap hoodlum。 We're told he boasts about his connections in high places。 We don't know what else he talks about or what he knows or what he's pieced together； but he concerns us。 I'd think he'd concern you； too。〃
〃Il prostitute！〃 roared Louis； slamming his clenched fist down on the arm of the couch。 〃Il pinguino！ He's dead。〃
〃I accept your thanks。 The other item is far more important； certainly to us。 Swayne's house in Manassas。 A book was removed； an office diary； which Swayne's lawyer in Manassas…our lawyer in Manassas…could not find。 It was on a bookshelf； its binding identical with all the other books in that row； the entire row on the shelf。 A person would have to know exactly which one to take。〃
〃So what do you want from me？〃
〃The gardener was your man。 He was put in place to do his job； and he was given the only number we knew was totally secure； namely； DeSole's。〃
〃So？〃
〃To do his job； to mount the suicide authentically； he had to study Swayne's every move。 You yourself explained that to me ad nauseam when you demanded your outrageous fee。 It's not hard to picture your man peering through the window at Swayne in his study； the place where Swayne supposedly would take his life。 Gradually your man realizes that the general keeps taking a specific book from off his shelf； writes in it； and returns it to the same spot。 That has to intrigue him； that particular book has to be valuable。 Why wouldn't he take it？ I would； you would。 So where is it？〃
The mafioso got slowly； menacingly to his feet。 〃Listen to me； avvocato； you gotta lot of fancy words that make for conclusions； but we ain't got no book like that and I'll tell you how I can prove it！ If there was anything anywhere written down that could burn your ass； I'd be shoving it in your face right now； capisce？〃
〃That's not illogical；〃 said the well…dressed attorney； once again uncrossing and crossing his legs as the resentful capo sullenly returned to the couch。 〃Flannagan；〃 added the Wall Street lawyer。 〃Naturally 。。。 of course； Flannagan。 He and his hairdresser bitch had to have their insurance policy； no doubt with minor extortion in the bargain。 Actually； I'm relieved。 They could never use it without exposing themselves。 Accept my apologies； Louis。〃
〃Your business finished？〃
〃I believe so。〃
〃Now； the Jew shrink。〃
〃What about him？〃
〃Like I said； he's a gold mine。〃
〃Without his patients' files； less than twenty…four carat； I think。〃
〃Then you think wrong；〃 countered Louis。 〃Like I told Armbruster before he became another big impediment for you； we got doctors； too。 Specialists in all kinds of medical things； including what they call motor responses and； get this； 'triggered mental recall under states of external control'…I remembered that one especially。 It's a whole different kind of gun at your head； only no blood。〃
〃I assume there's a point to this。〃
〃You can bet your country club on it。 We're moving the Jew to a place in Pennsylvania； a kind of nursing home where only the richest people go to get dried out or straightened out； if ya know what I mean。〃
〃I believe I do。 Advanced medical equipment； superior staff…well…patrolled grounds。〃
〃Yeah； sure you do。 A lot of your crowd passes through…〃
〃Go on；〃 interrupted the attorney； looking at his gold Rolex watch。 〃I haven't much time。〃
〃Make time for this。 According to my specialists…and I purposely used the word 'my；' if you follow me…on a prearranged schedule； say every fourth or fifth day； the new patient is 'shot up to the moon'…that's the phrase they use； it's not mine； Christ knows。 Between times he's been treated real good。 He's been fed the right neutermints or whatever they are； given the proper exercise； a lot of sleep and all the rest of that shit。 。。。 We should all be so careful of our bodies； right； avvocato？〃
〃Some of us play squash every other day。〃
〃Well； you'll forgive me； Mr。 Park Avenue； Manhattan； but squash to me is zucchini and I eat it。〃
〃Linguistic and cultural differences do crop up； don't they？〃
〃Yeah； I can't fault you there； Consigliere。〃
〃Hardly。 And my title is attorney。〃
〃Give me time。 It could be Consigliere。〃
〃There's not enough years in our lifetimes； Louis。 Do you go on or do I leave？〃
〃I go on； Mr。 Attorney。 。。。 So each time the Jew shrink is shot up to that moon my specialist talks about； he's in pretty good shape； right