What the hell. He thought about Wanda Simms up there getting people out of their offices. That did not mesh with what he had just been told. The airplane turned onto the runway without stopping, and shortly they were climbing out and turning east. Okay. Anybody else, Mr. Mason? Fine, Mason told her. Mason nodded. Of course. He phoned my house. When I called home for messages, the girl who comes in three times a week to do cleaning told me a Mr. Lutts had phoned about half-past three and told her it was very important he get in touch with me at once, and she told him he could reach me at the beauty parlor. Ah. Okay, Im looking at it. He has a middle initial, so it wont be too bad. The bikini blonde was out back at a table beside the pool. She had on white slacks and a pale blue sleeveless blouse. Blue backless casual shoes completed the fashion pool-sitting ensemble. She looked like she could step right onto a magazine cover. You may inquire, Hamilton Burger said. Devine pulled to a stop across the street from Cowls palace, locked his bike and his helmet up, and jogged across the street. This was the address on the note Paulson had handed him. The place was lit up like a Christmas tree, and there were exotic cars parked in front, including an old but perfectly restored cherry-red Duesenberg Phaeton. Thereseemed to be a party going on. Devine had envisioned a private confrontation on Cowls home turf. The investment magnate had scored the first surprise of the night. Surprisingly, it seemed business as usual at Cowl and Comely, despite a bodys having been found in the pool of the firms leader. And that leaders still being absent from the scene. Dino motioned Stone to follow him to a seat a row back.Listen, he said, “were going to have to put an end to this. Is he dead? Stone called from the front porch. Daves a good kid except he got mixed up with that group. All that crazy crap they talk. Revolution and all that. Theyre just the other side of what those hippies were like. Afghanistan was what fucked him up..