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Russo's eyes flickered briefly in Nicholas's direction before he shook his head negatively. "Thanks, Mike. You need another man down here?'

'I think,' Nicholas said, 'that we have our man.'

'How long ago did this happen,' Nicholas said.

'How long ago did this happen,' Nicholas said.

The thirteenth name was Richard Yao. Russo didn't know precisely where he was working at this time of day, so they sought out his unit foreman. They found him supervising the welding going on in one section of the bottom of the atrium lobby. He was a heavy-set man with almost no hair and close-set eyes.

'None sick. They're all here as far as I can tell.'

'Okay. I'll see to it then.'

'Good,' Nicholas said, still moving. 'I'd like to talk to you -'

The doors opened and Nicholas sprinted down the corridor, leaving the other behind, staring at him. He pushed past Frank. Tomkin was on the phone, behind his desk. He put a palm over the moudipiece. 'Well,' he said, 'what gives? Did you find-'

'Not a one,' Russo said. 'I worked on it alone.'

'You just missed him, Abe.' He took a thick cigar stub out of his mouth, used it to point over his shoulder. 'He split.'

But Nicholas was already at the verge of the desk, his fingertips moving quickly but surely around the rim of die. top.

'Okay. I'll see to it then.'

On the way back up to the top of the tower, he said, 'What do you think, Mr Linnear?'

'You just missed him, Abe.' He took a thick cigar stub out of his mouth, used it to point over his shoulder. 'He split.'

'What for?' Russo asked.

'What for?' Russo asked.

'Okay. I'll see to it then.'

'What's happening?' Tomkin said.

'Said he was sick.' He put the cold stub back into his mouth. 'Didn't look too good neither.'

'How long ago did this happen,' Nicholas said.

'Good,' Nicholas said, still moving. 'I'd like to talk to you -'

'Okay,' Nicholas said. 'Let's go.' He stood up.

But Nicholas was already at the verge of the desk, his fingertips moving quickly but surely around the rim of die. top.

On the way back up to the top of the tower, he said, 'What do you think, Mr Linnear?'

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