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stands.
That tower on the right-- "George"-- that was what all the fuss was about. He tried to remember
some of the things he had read in the papers. His friend Fenleigh York had been insane to take the case.
Or else the fee had been irresistible.
"Mr. Potts?" called the stewardess. "Mr. Oliver Potts?"
He held up his hand.
"You have a call."
"Thanks." Catlin had got the data already. Nice work. He walked back to the communicator cubicle,
puled the curtain behind him, and pushed the "Come In" button on the keyboard.
He watched intently as the screen came alive. First, the abstract.
Sena v. Bridge Authority
Plaintiff petitions order (a) restraining Defendant from taking a certain river-side parcel by eminent
domain & (b) requiring Defendant to dismantle cantilever bridge tower from said parcel.
Good Lord! thought Potts. Fen took money for this? Well, let's go on. Now we get the people.
There's Judge Maximilian Roule, walking up the courthouse steps. (Nice holo definition.) Nervous
springy man. Grim face. Combination of Louis the Fourteenth and Machiavelli. Maybe just the camera
angle? Stiffest sentences in the state. Maximum Max. Lines of print now zipping in on the CRT. Net
worth: indeterminate. Some sources say near bankruptcy. Others say he has recently recouped lost
fortune. Hobby, bridges. Off you go, judge.
Next, Sena. Miss? Mrs.? York's client. And now mine. Is that her first or her last name? Named for
Sena City? She's walking across a lawn. That's probably her house? Yes. The Bridge Authority let her
move it away from the condemnation site. Fine figure. She turns, waves. Smiles. Beautiful face. Pale
coppery complexion. Age, uncertain. Looks to be about twenty-five. Income, independent but modest.
And now, counsel for the opposition, Barton Badging. Bachelor. President County Bar Association.
Presiding chairman local chapters FFV, SAR. President, Sena City Numismatic Association.
Monographs: Seventeenth Century Immigrants to Tidewater Virginia; George Washington's Personal
Silver Converted to Dismes and Other Coins. The holo showed Badging making a speech at a banquet
table.
"Vocal" prodded Potts.
"Poor audio," apologized the cassette.
"Go ahead."
Scratchy words came from the little figure. "Fellow numismatists, twenty years ago I said to myself,
there is a perfect 1795 gold eagle out there, waiting for me. Where? I don't know. All I know is, it's
there. Do any of you know its whereabouts? If so, please tell me. Before I die, I want to see that
beautiful coin, in proof condition. Not merely extremely fine. Not merely uncirculated. Not even MS--
mint state. This coin at the end of the rainbow, this elusive piece of gold, will be in absolutely proof
condition."
"And you," muttered Potts, "are an absolute crock." But then he stopped to think. "On the other hand,
maybe this kind of thing is standard at Sena City. Watch out, Ollie."
Next, Marcus Reed, Bridge Authority Chairman. Coming out of the Sena Athletic Club. Looks both
ways before he crosses the sidewalk to his limo. Entrepreneur. Politician. Billionaire. Reed is major
stockholder in Reed Construction, Inc., building the Bridge.
Potts punched "hold." The little holo figure of Marcus Reed froze, glaring up at him as though affronted
by the restraint.
Potts asked the computer, "Who are the other stockholders in Reed Construction?"
 "Mrs. Reed..."
"And...?"
"There's a twenty-five percent slice, owner unidentified."
"Find out."
"Data insufficient."