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said. lascal glanced between them uneasily. Paul, I dont care whether I live or die right now, and the possibility that Mr. Burke will go to the federals means little to me. What does Carol Neuman have to Please listen to me, Albigoni said. After he murdered my daughter and the seven others, Emanuel Goldsmith came to my penthouse at Airport Tower Two in Manhattan Beach. He confessed to his crimes and then he sat on my living room sofa and asked for a drink. My wife is on an anthropological retreat in Borneo and doesnt know. Nor will she know until.., the probe is completed and I can explain why he did it to her. If you conduct the probe I guarantee that IPR will be reopened, that you will return as its director and that you will have sufficient grant money to keep you fully employed in research for the rest of your life, however long that might be. If I dont end up therapied and confined for violating federal psychological rights, Martin said. I cant do my work, cant do what Ive spent my life trying to do. Thats punishment enough. I dont need criminal disgrace as well. I think Id better leave flow. He started to get up. Lascal held his arm. Mr. Albigoni was not exaggerating. Hes willing to put his entire personal fortune at your disposal. Just to learn what makes Goldsmith tick? Just that. We then turn him over to the LAPD unharmed for trial. You dont want me to therapy himjust probe? Martins hand shook. He could not believe such a Faust was being pulled on him. just probe. If there are answers to be found, find them. If you fail to get answers, the honest attempt is sufficient Mr. Albigoni will still fund you. The IPR will be legally reopened. What is Carol going to dohow is she involved, besides being therapist to your daughter? Albigoni stared at the table in silence for a moment, then reached into his pocket and produced a card engraved with J N M. When youve made your decision, use this card in your phone. Tell whomever answers a simple yes or no. Well contact you and arrange details if your answer is yes. Lascal slid out of the booth and Albigoni followed. Wait, please, Martin said hand still trembling. He reached for the card. What sort of guarantees do I have? How do I know youd fund me? I am not a thug, Albigoni said softly. Thank you for your time, Mr. Burke, Lascal said. They left. Martin slapped the card on the tablecloth near a glass of water and watched a bead of light dance over the three letters. Then be picked it up and pocketed it.
    I loved her more than she could ever know. It filled me with somedung the usual I suppose cosmic implications blumng my viswst. Hers was a mild infatuation; enough to inspire her to lubricity. The lubricity lasted for some thirty-seven days and then I was eased aside with the proper proportions of delicacy and firmness necessary to persuade a headstrong love-idiot. The irony was I had done just the same to another young woman a month before arid so in time I saw the tit for tat truth the slippery all-too-obvious: had I gotten what my cock said I wanted I would have been miserable in picas. That was when I grew up if not wise. That was when 1 wrote down all this nonsense that made my reputation about the ecology of love. Thanks to Geraldine another fingerprint squeezed tight into the old clay.
    8 I do not understand why you care about Goldsmith. + Adust loyalty. Richard fumbled his tale to a condusion and dourly inspected his audience. There were seven in the lounge, a coffee tea and wine ranch corner rear the Pacific Lit Arts Parlor. I still do not understand why you cared about that old fart, Yermak persisted. He dunked his pasty white donut leaving islands of powder in his red wine. At twenty the youngest in the lounge Yermak looked on Richard with mild amusement. He was capable of anything. Bad writers murder us every day. The death of stinking prose. Ultrima Patch Thule silked to Richards defense. Were specking murder here, she said, thin voice distant as grass. Ultrima wore