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Zeb asked mildly, УNow will you tell me whatТs going on?Ф
Harris smiled. УNope.Ф

УWhat do you mean, no police?Ф Zeb, tying the silent gunmenТs hands with drawcords cut from the curtains, found time to glare at his friend. Harris stood easily, one of the brassy revolvers in his hands, while in the adjoining room Gaby shed her wedding dress in favor of a pullover sweater and slacks. Zeb tried not to be distracted.
УPolice canТt do anything about it,Ф Harris said. УGaby, ready?Ф
УShoes,Ф she said, and came in to sit on a chair and put them on.
УPolice can get answers. Make them talk.Ф
УNo.Ф Harris shook his head. УWe could get some answers if we felt like employing torture. Which I donТt. We could hand them over to the police and these poor sons of bitches would be dead in a day or two.Ф
УL.A. cops arenТt that bad.Ф
УNo, but these guys are likely to be dangerously allergic to ferrous metal. Put them in the wrong kind of handcuffs, in a cell, in an ordinary hospital room, theyТll be poisoned to death before the doctors even figured out what was wrong.Ф Harris looked from prisoner to prisoner. УYou guys. IТm going to take you to the bottom of the stairwell and tie you up there. Eventually youТll get loose and can split. IТm doing this just Тcause I donТt want your deaths on my conscience. You owe me your lives. Remember that sometime.Ф
They just glared.
УYour red-headed pal is under a couch outside the Catalina Suite, and your other pal is under some chairs stacked at the side of the suite.Ф Harris offered the squat men a mirthless smile. УDonТt say I never gave you anything.Ф
УReady,Ф Gaby said. She took up her uncle PedroТs gun and trained it on the three men.
Harris went into the adjoining room.
УHarris, are you going to write the note?Ф
УNo, you do it, IТm changing.Ф
УWell, IТm guarding.Ф
Zeb sighed. УIТll guard.Ф He took up one of the brass handguns, swung the cylinder open to assure himself it was loaded, and closed it again. He held it at the ready. УJust like a normal revolver?Ф
УJust like,Ф she said. УExcept that itТs devisement-reinforced bronze, or maybe beryllium bronze, instead of steel. It fires a big, slow bullet, kind of like the original Webleys. In spite of its weight, expect a fair amount of kick.Ф She set her own gun down and dug around in the bedside tableТs drawer until she found hotel stationery and a pen.
УLetТs see,Ф she said, and began writing as she talked. У СDear Mama and Papa, and Mom and Dad Greene, please tell everyone we know about what they did to the Toyota, and youТre not going to catch us that easily.Т Ф
УGood start,Ф Harris said.
Zeb aimed at the silent, glowering gunmen. УThis is surreal. Gaby, I thought you hated guns.Ф
УI do, pretty much,Ф she said. УBut if youТre going to shoot somebody, thereТs nothing better for it. СBy the time you read this, weТll be gone, halfway to our honeymoon, which isnТt really in Toronto, despite what Cousin Jane thinks. Fooled you.Т ArenТt you ready yet, Harris?Ф
УAlmost.Ф
She smiled at Zeb and whispered, УI knew he wouldnТt be. But he was bothering me about it-Ф
УSo you have to bother him. Right.Ф Zeb gave Graybeard his war-face. It was something to do that fit the unreal mood of the situation, and he was gratified to see one of the other gunmen lean away from his intensity, though Graybeard did not.
У СAnd now youТve fallen for our master plan. WeТre gone, so you have to do everything. Jane can pack us up and check us out; weТre already paid up through tomorrow. Mama and Papa and Minister Mike, if youТd act as hosts at the party, weТd be grateful forever. Pedro can throw everybody out when the time is right, and if Mom and Dad Greene would pack up the presents and have them shipped over to our apartment, weТd really appreciate it. We love you all. Signed-Т Ф
У СP.S.,Т Ф Harris called. У СI think Uncle Pedro accidentally left his gun in my room; IТve put it in the bedside table.Т Ф
УOh, good point.Ф She scribbled that down.
Harris stepped back from the other room, now attired in blue jeans, dark T-shirt, and jeans jacket. УReady.Ф
УAbout time. You men, always slowing things down with your dressing and your makeup . . .Ф
УWell, IТm about to do it again,Ф Zeb said. УIТm not dressed, IТm not packed, and IТm not checked out.Ф
УOkay, you go down to your room and do that now,Ф Harris said. УWhile weТre disposing of our squat little friends. WeТll meet you in the lobby in . . .Ф He checked his watch. УTen minutes?Ф
УDone.Ф

Chapter Two
On the walkway between the plane and the gate, Harris stretched. The plane had been packed, so heТd mostly sat in cramped discomfort on the long flight from L.A. to New York.
УHeТs going to be mad,Ф Gaby said.
Harris nodded. УHe sure is. But not as mad as if we took him there and got him killed. Then heТd really be mad.Ф
They reached the gate. Beyond it they saw the main walkway between gates. It was thick with travelers.
Gaby said, УHe is mad.Ф
Harris looked. He sighed. УThat doesnТt begin to describe it.Ф
Ahead of them, unmoving in the exact center of the walkway, straddling his suitcase, his expression one of glowering unhappiness, stood Zeb Watson. People walking by caught sight of his expression and circled around to keep well clear of him.
As they neared him, Harris put on a cheerful smile. УWould you believe we forgot?Ф
Zeb picked up his bag and fell in step beside them. УNope. You ditched me.Ф His voice was a low growl.
УHow the hell did you find us, anyway?Ф
УAccident. After waiting around at the hotel, after checking your room, after making an idiot of myself, I took a cab to your address to see if I could figure out what the hell was going on. And when I found your address, it was a damned commercial mail-drop place. You donТt even really live in L.A., do you?Ф
Gaby shook her head. УOur real apartment is here. Nice high-rise on the west side of the park.Ф
Zeb glared. УHow long have you been living in New York? And why didnТt you tell me you were back?Ф
УWe donТt live in New York,Ф Harris said. УSo, technically, weТre not back. We just have an apartment here. Again-how did you find us?Ф