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"You gettinga cold?" Callahan asked, squinting at him.

"Must be," Luke countered. He cleared his throat. "Why are you
surprised to find me here?"

"The desk told us they couldn't raise you," he explained' Said you
weren't answering your beeper. Since you were incommunicado, as they
say, and it's Brad's night off, we just came on up: '

His partner, Jim, gave a nod toward Luke's hand, hanging at his side.
"Find that here?"

"Find it here?" Luke eclloed, feel inga half step behind the action.

"Yeah," Callahan retorted, "the gun you're holding, the one you've gone
and put your greasy prints all over. Heck, Luke, you know better than
that: He shook his head disgustedly' Did the gunman drop it?"

Of course, Luke realized, as it all began coming together for him.
Callahan and his partner naturally assumeq that he was here for the
same reason they were. Someone must have heard the shot and called the
front desk. They'd tried beeping him, but of course he'd ignored the
calls. Hell, he'd barely been aware of the persistent yapping of the
small pager hooked to his belt.

They assumed he was here in his capacity of security manager for the
hotel, to investigate the incident. They didn't appear to have any
suspicion whatsoever that he might have played a part in what had gone
on here. They'd even provided him with a perfqt explanation for why
his fingerprints were on the gun. He'd made a mistake and touched
something at a crime soene. Dumb, yes, but it wasn't the first time
someone had made a dumb mistake.

He could play along, he thought, a sudden blast of hope making his
heart pound frantically. He could just let them go on assuming the
obvious. He could walk out of here and leave this whole mess in the
hands of the police. And they, his thoughts continued logically, would
promptly launch an all-out investigation into the murder. Immediately
his hopes dimmed.

He had a great deal of respect for the Atlantic City Police and he knew
they were relentless on unsolved cases.

"They would scour this room for fingerprints and other evidence , for
hair and fibers, and they would piece together a picture of everyone
who had set foot in the room recently, would track their movements.
They would open the door on Addison's life and his past. They would
discover his reason for being here, would make lists of his known
enemies, and all too soon they would finger his killer.