There were four poker tables set in a small wing of the place. Five players at each. Showalter was at the nearest table. He could easily have seen me if hed looked up from the card the dealer had just dealt. But he was too busy scowling. Apparently he was not having a good time. He yawned again.Why? No next time for me. I know when my lucks tapped out. Last I heard he was doing good works for the CIA in Vietnam. Chapter Twelve What? he said. He gave it to me and, as usual, I had nothing to write with so I repeated it. It sometimes helps, but not always. Then I said,Max. The big bear smile.Youre not half as dumb as you look. Her fingers flashed again and multiple screens came up. Fred nodded in agreement.Yes, they took all of those things. At least the ones that were here. And they looked everywhere, very thorough, dusted for fingerprints, that sort of thing. They were pretty much done when we arrived, so they said we could stay here while were in town. He looked around. “She didnt have this place when we moved to New Zealand. She had that little apartment... where again, Ellen? She looked at him.Especially then, because they try so hard to hide who they really are, it comes out in some other way in their body language, their expression. She slipped her phone from her pocket. “Say cheese. In Berlin he had taken me out to dinner, an expensive spot just off the Kurfürstendamm, as I recall, made his usual fuss about ordering the wine, and then said that my mother had written him that I was thinking of returning to the States. I told him that I was only thinking about it, mostly because five years abroad seemed about enough. My only problem was a job. I didnt have one lined up mostly, I liked to think, because I really hadnt tried. Devine would probably need all of it and a little bit more to survive. Along with luck. Because people started dying. Now, you were by the pool on Tuesday, but you had on ablue swimsuit. Why that color? You dont want to know because youre a stockholder in the company. You want to know because youre representing Mrs. Harlan in a murder case. Fred shook his head.We hadnt heard from her in a while. When was it last, Ellen? There were tears in her eyes.Mr. Mason, what can I do to convince you of my good faith? Why do you think theyre involved?.