Hundermark had smiled gently again.Well, yes, Im sure that they will be able to do that. Yellow-Dog Contract Thats a gross exaggeration, Stone said. Mason said,Well, Ill take over. Heres something you can start working on, Jackson. As I understand the law, any increase to property due to accretion and caused by the elements belongs to the landowner. I acted on impulse and told her to get into the canoe. Stone found the radio buried deep in his dressing room, on a charger. He got into his old motorcycle leathers, which still fit, he noted, grabbed some boots, a slicker, the radio and a light headset with microphone, and his .45 shoulder holster, then dressed and hurried down to the garage. He started the bike, and when he raised the garage door, he was surprised at how much rain was falling. He snapped on the helmet and pulled the slicker over it and drew it tight, to keep the rain from running down his neck. Then he tuned the radio and eased onto the street. The sound of the rain on the helmet caused him to up the radios volume, and he began to hear idle chatter from the cops who were out. He turned up Third Avenue and was greeted with a nearly empty boulevard, with green lights running uptown. He hurried to catch the sequence and was soon doing forty as the lights stayed green. The wind against his faceplate kept it fairly free of rain, so visibility was good. Too ordinary to remember. She raised inquiring eyebrows at Mason, caught his nod, said,Thatll be fine, Paul. The Chief will be expecting you. I'll be waiting at the door. I want you to get up and walk over to his table, staying on his left side. Ill be right behind you, so he wont see my gun. Well, hell, can you see me as some freshman congressmans administrative assistant? It gets better, Oxley said and went back to his reading. Witness states that perpetrator in blue ski mask was also male Caucasian, six feet tall, possibly six feet and one-half inch, weighing approximately a hundred and fifty or a hundred and fifty-five pounds, wiry build. Person in blue ski mask, according to witness, wore dark green, long-sleeved sport shirt, buttoned to throat, light tan corduroy slacks, flared bottoms, Levi brand. Nobody said anything. We heard the car making its way over the bumps in the lane. It was going a little fast and its tires were bouncing up and grinding themselves against the fender wells. Youve seen it, asshole, spat Cowl. The desk person that night might know. Well, Della Street said, watching Masons smile, are you going to read it aloud? Joan! Stone yelled. I have computer stop count at one hundred forty-one thousand three hundred and twelve different properties, assets, and businesses. In fifty-seven countries, but most of it in America. That is tip of iceberg. It is serious shit. In all fifty states. And they are buried deep, so nobody will find out. I track Locust Group through shell companies, consortiums, SPACs, investment funds, tax shelters, CBOs, derivatives, debt funds. They own whole fuckin towns in Idaho and Wyoming and Montana and Alabama and Arkansas and other places. And they own whole blocks in New York, Chicago, Los Angeles, Atlanta, Houston, and other big cities. Gold and silver mines, uranium, chemical, and manufacturing plants, oil refineries. They own sports teams and TV and radio stations and newspapers and streaming platforms, social media sites and a whole shitload of other stuff. Never seen anything like it, dude. I mean, not even Putin is this fuckin big, and never in my life did I think I would ever say that. Why cant you tell me where he is now? Mason asked..