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skeleton is located.

And Im supposed to disrupt my work and go to Maryland on the chance that youll locate this skeleton?

Yes, he said calmly.

Bull.

Five hundred thousand dollars for two weeks work.

What?

As youve pointed out, your time is valuable. I understand you rent this house. You could buy it and still have a lot left over. All you have to do is give me two weeks.

How do you know I rent this house?

There are other people who arent as loyal as your friends at the police department. He studied her face. You dont like having dossiers gathered on you.

Youre damn right I dont.

I dont blame you. I wouldnt either.

But you still did it.

He repeated the word she had used with him. Necessity. I had to know who I was dealing with.

Then youve wasted your efforts. Because youre not dealing with me.

The money doesnt appeal to you?

Do you think Im nuts? Of course it appeals to me. I grew up poor as dirt. But my life doesnt revolve around money. I pick and choose my jobs these days, and I dont want yours.

Why not?

It doesnt interest me.

Because it doesnt concern a child?

Partly.

There are other victims besides children.

But none as helpless. She paused. Is your man a victim?

Possibly.

Murder?

He was silent a moment. Probably.

And youre sitting there asking me to go with you to a murder site? Whats to stop me from calling the police and telling them that John Logan is in-volved in a murder?

He smiled faintly. Because Id deny it. Id tell them I was thinking of having you examine the bones of that Nazi war criminal who was found buried in Bolivia. He let a couple of moments pass. And then Id pull every string I have to make your friends at the Atlanta P.D. look foolish or even criminal.

You said you wouldnt blame the messenger.

But that was before I realized how much it would bother you. Evidently the loyalty goes two ways. One uses whatever weapon ones given.

Yes, he would do that, she realized. Even while theyd been talking hed been watching her, weighing her every question and answer.

But Ive no desire to do that, he said. Im trying to be as honest as I can with you. I could have lied.

Omission can also be a lie, and youre telling me practically nothing. She stared directly into his eyes. I dont trust you, Mr. Logan. Do you think this is the first time someone like you has come and asked me to verify a skeleton? Last year a Mr. Damaro paid me a call. He offered me a lot of money to come to Florida and sculpt a face on a skull he just happened to have in his possession. He said a friend had sent it to him from New Guinea. It was supposed to be an anthropo-logical find. I called the Atlanta P.D. and it turned out that Mr. Damaro was really Juan Camez, a drug runner from Miami. His brother had disappeared two years ago and it was suspected hed been killed by a rival organization. The skull was sent to Camez as a warning.

Touching. I suppose drug runners have family feelings too.

I dont think thats funny. Tell that to the kids they hook on heroin.

Im not arguing. But I assure you that Ive no connection with organized crime. He grimaced. Well, Ive used a bookie now and then.

Is that supposed to disarm me?

Disarming you would obviously take a total global agreement. He stood up. My ten minutes are up and I wouldnt want to impose. Ill let you think about the offer and call you later.

Ive already thought about it. The answer is no.

Weve only just opened negotiations. If you wont think about it, I will. There has to be something I can offer you that will make the job worth your while. He stood looking at her with narrowed eyes. Something about me is rubbing you the wrong way. What is it?

Nothing. Other than the fact that you have a dead body you dont want anyone to know about.

Anyone but you. I very much want you to know about it. He shook his head. No, theres something else. Tell me what it is so I can clear it up.

Good night, Mr. Logan.

Well, if you cant call me John, at least drop the Mr. You dont