At this time of night? When they knocked on the door a woman answered. She was in her late forties with graying hair cut short on the sides with one long bang in the front and black-rimmed glasses on a chain around her neck. She looked more like a caricature of a librarian than a hard-charging financial journalist digging up dirt on the wealthy and powerful. But her features were alert and her eyes bright and probing. Jah, this is Gunderson, the man said. Well... I suppose I was. Sure, but come here; Ive had some unpleasant news that makes me not want to be on the street. He hung up without explaining. He quickly looked through the photos and posts. He saw some very famous young people and some very famous old people. Chilton apparently got around. He was in a dream car, or on a mega-yacht in the Med, or striding confidently onto a Gulfstream 650. Devine wasnt guessing; Chilton helpfully provided the type of plane in large cap letters. Devine had never ridden on a set of wings like that. For him, an ass-buster seat on a C-130 or C-17 transport plane was the way Army grunts traveled. You could tell your perch was first class if it actually had a seatand a harness to keep you there. He didnt like that the NYPD knew this about him. That showed they had already investigated him and sent a detective all the way out here on the very day Saras body was found. Because, Mason said, for reasons of his own, he wanted the defendant apprehended. Naturally. How about the Mafia or whatever theyre calling it nowadays? I said. I looked at Vullo.Youre going to put it up? Im going to Dubrovnik. You want a beer or something? Suddenly Cadiz stepped to the rail and shot a stream of tobacco juice down into the water, then he turned back to them and said,It aint that, maam, its that damned tobacco juice. What about the bottle? Why are you home so early? Did you get fired? she added playfully. Police opened her purse and found the receipt issued by the taxi driver for the run down to the Union Station. The amount was two dollars and ninety-five cents, which is exactly the way the cab driver remembers it because he remembers she gave him three and a half, which left him a fifty-five-cent tip. The number of the taxi cab, number seven-sixty-one, is on that receipt. It seems to me, you might at least have had foresight enough to have your client drop that receipt in a wastepaper receptacle someplace. Now, were hooked. Id better get home, Dino said, rising. Viv is due in from Berlin. He left the house. Thats because were such glorious creatures, Dino said. Doesnt everybody?.