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

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

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

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-'

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

'What's happening?' Tomkin said.

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

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

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

Nicholas rolled up the paper into a tube. I'm going to see all of these men face to face. Every one's a candidate for our ninja.'

Tomkin stared down at Nicholas's hands as if they were disembodied entities. He lifted the receiver to his ear, mumbled a few words and hung up.

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

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

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

The other nodded. 'Yeah. Every one. Twenty-five are on the day shift, the rest are on at night.'

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

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

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

'And no one knows about this?'

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

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

'About what happened downstairs. Yeah. Yeah.' His blue eyes were open wide as he watched. Across the room, Russo had come in. He stood quietly next to Frank, looking on.

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-'

'Hang up,' Nicholas said. He was circling the desk, probing. His fingertips never left the surface of the oiled wood.

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

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