jg.thefirm-第62节
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nd weary tourists returning from the sun…drenched beaches of the Caribbean。 In front of her were two ill…tempered newly…weds carrying bags of duty…free liquor and perfume and obviously in the middle of a serious disagreement。 Behind her were two brand…new Hartman leather suitcases filled with enough documents and records to indict forty lawyers。 Her employer； also a lawyer； had suggested she purchase luggage with little wheels on the bottom so they could be pulled through the Miami International Airport。 She also had a small overnight bag with a few clothes and a toothbrush； to look legitimate。
About every ten minutes； the young couple moved forward six inches； and Tammy followed with her baggage。 An hour after she entered the line； she made it to the checkpoint。
〃No declarations！〃 the agent snapped in broken English。
〃No！〃 she snapped back。
He nodded at the big leather bags。 〃What's in there？〃
〃Papers。〃
〃Papers？〃
〃Papers。〃
〃What kind of papers？〃
Toilet paper； she thought； I spend my vacations traveling the Caribbean collecting toilet paper。 〃Legal documents； crap like that。 I'm a lawyer。〃
〃Yeah； yeah。〃 He unzipped the overnight bag and glanced in。 〃Okay。 Next！〃
She carefully pulled the bags； just so。 They were inclined to tip over。 A bellboy grabbed them and loaded all three pieces onto a two…wheeler。 〃Delta Flight 282； to Nashville。 Gate 44； Concourse B；〃 she said as she handed him a five…dollar bill。
Tammy and all three bags arrived in Nashville at midnight Saturday。 She loaded them into her Rabbit and left the airport。 In the suburb of Brentwood； she parked in her designated parking place and； one at a time； pulled the Hartmans into a one…bedroom apartment。
Except for a rented foldaway sofa； there was no furniture。 She unpacked the suitcases in the bedroom and began the tedious process of arranging the evidence。 Mitch wanted a list of each document； each bank record； each corporation。 He wanted it just so。 He said one day he would pass through in a great hurry； and he wanted it all organized。
For two hours she took inventory。 She sat on the floor and made careful notes。 After three one…day trips to Grand Cayman； the room was beginning to fill。 Monday she would leave again。
She felt like she'd slept three hours in the past two weeks。 But it was urgent； he said。 A matter of life and death。
Tarry Ross； alias Alfred； sat in the darkest corner of the lounge of the Washington Phoenix Park Hotel。 The meeting would be terribly brief。 He drank coffee and waited on his guest。
He waited and vowed to wait only five more minutes。 The cup shook when he tried to sip it。 Coffee splashed on the table。 He looked at the table and tried desperately not to look around。 He waited。
His guest arrived from nowhere and sat with his back to the wall。 His name was Vinnie Cozzo； a thug from New York。 From the Palumbo family。
Vinnie noticed the shaking cup and the spilled coffee。 〃Relax； Alfred。 This place is dark enough。〃
〃What do you want？〃 Alfred hissed。
〃I wanna drink。〃
〃No time for drinks。 I'm leaving。〃
〃Settle down； Alfred。 Relax； pal。 There ain't three people in here。〃
〃What do you want？〃 he hissed again。
〃Just a little information。〃
〃It'll cost you。〃
〃It always does。〃 A waiter ventured by； and Vinnie ordered Chivas and water。
〃How's my pal Denton Voyles？〃 Vinnie asked。
〃Kiss my ass； Cozzo。 I'm leaving。 I'm walking outta here。〃
〃Okay； pal。 Relax。 I just need some info。〃
〃Make it quick。〃 Alfred scanned the lounge。 His cup was empty； most of it on the table。
The Chivas arrived； and Vinnie took a good drink。 〃Gotta little situation down in Memphis。 Some of the boys're sorta worried about it。 Ever hear of the Bendini firm？〃
Instinctively； Alfred shook his head in the negative。 Always say no； at first。 Then； after careful digging； return with a nice little report and say yes。 Yes； he'd heard of the Bendini firm and their prized client。 Operation Laundromat。 Voyles himself had named it and was so proud of his creativity。
Vinnie took another good drink。 〃Well； there's a guy down there named McDeere； Mitchell McDeere； who works for this Bendini firm； and we suspect he's also playing grab…ass with your people。 Know what I mean？ We think he's selling info on Bendini to the feds。 Just need to know if it's true。 That's all。〃
Alfred listened with a straight face； although it was not easy。 He knew McDeere's blood type and his favorite restaurant in Memphis。 He knew that McDeere had talked to Tarrance half a dozen times now and that tomorrow； Tuesday； McDeere would bee a millionaire。 Piece of cake。
〃I'll see what I can do。 Let's talk money。〃
Vinnie lit a Salem Light。 〃Well； Alfred； it's a serious matter。 I ain't gonna lie。 Two hundred thousand cash。〃
Alfred dropped the cup。 He pulled a handkerchief from his rear pocket and furiously rubbed his glasses。 〃Two hundred？ Cash？〃
〃That's what I said。 What'd we pay you last time？〃
〃Seventy…five。〃
〃See what I mean？ It's pretty damned serious； Alfred。 Can you do it？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃When？〃
〃Give me two weeks。〃
29
A WEEK before April 15； the workaholics at Bendini； Lambert & Locke reached maximum stress and ran at full throttle on nothing but adrenaline。 And fear。 Fear of missing a deduction or a write…off or some extra depreciation that would cost a rich client an extra million or so。 Fear of picking up the phone and calling the client and informing him that the return was now finished and； sorry to say； an extra eight hundred thousand was due。 Fear of not finishing by the fifteenth and being forced to file extensions and incurring penalties and interest。 The parking lot was full by 6 A。M。 The secretaries worked twelve hours a day。 Tempers were short。 Talk was scarce and hurried。
With no wife to go home to； Mitch worked around the clock。 Sonny Capps had cursed and berated Avery because he owed 450；000。 On earned ine of six million。 Avery had cursed Mitch； and together they plowed through the Capps files again； digging and cursing。 Mitch created two very questionable write…offs that lowered it to 320；000。 Capps said he was considering a new tax firm。 One in Washington。
With six days to go； Capps demanded a meeting with Avery in Houston。 The Lear was available； and Avery left at midnight。 Mitch drove him to the airport； receiving instructions along the way。
Shortly after 1：30 A。M。； he returned to the office。 Three Mercedeses； a BMW and a Jaguar were scattered through the parking lot。 The security guard opened the rear door； and Mitch rode the elevator to the fourth floor。 As usual； Avery locked his office door。 The partners' doors were always locked。 At the end of the hall； a voice could be heard。 Victor Milligan； head of tax； sat at his desk and said ugly things to his puter。 The other offices were dark and locked。
Mitch held his breath and stuck a key into Avery's door。 The knob turned； and he was inside。 He switched on all the lights and went to the small conference table where he and his partner had spent the day and most of the night。 Files were stacked like bricks around the chairs。 Papers thrown here and there。 IRS Reg。 books were piled on top of each other。
Mitch sat at the table and continued his research for Capps。 According to the FBI notebook； Capps was a legitimate businessman who had used for at least eight years。 The Fibbies weren't interested in Sonny Capps。
After an hour； the talking stopped and Milligan closed and locked the door。 He took the stairs without saying good night。 Mitch quickly checked each office on the fourth floor； then the third。 All empty。 It was almost 3 A。M。
Next to the bookshelves on one wall of Avery's office； four solid…oak file cabinets sat undisturbed。 Mitch had noticed them for months but had never seen them used。 The active files were kept in three metal cabinets next to the window。 Secretaries dug through these； usually while Avery yelled at them。 He locked the door behind him and walked to the oak cabinets。 Locked； of course。 He had narrowed it down to two small keys； each less than an inch long。 The first one fit the first cabinet； and he opened it。
From Tammy's inventory of the contraband in Nashville； he had memorized many of the names of the Cayman panies operating with dirty money that was now clean。 He thumbed through the files in the top drawer； and the names jumped at him。 Dunn Lane； Ltd。； Eastpointe； Ltd。； Virgin Bay Ltd。； Inland Contractors； Ltd。； Gulf…South； Ltd。 He found more familiar names in the second and third drawers。 The files were filled with loan documents from Cayman banks； wire…transfer records； warranty deeds； leases； mortgage deeds and a thousand other papers。 He was particularly interested in Dunn Lane and Gulf…South。 Tammy had recorded a significant number of documents for these two panies。
He picked out a Gulf…South file full of wire…transfer records and loan documents from the Royal Bank of Montreal。 He walked to a copier in the center of the fourth floor and turned it on。 While it warmed； he casually glanced around。 The place was dead。 He looked along the ceilings。 No cameras。 He had checked
