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fingerprints taken while in the midst of a Justice for Victims activity. Whenever Alvin gets arrested as a result of some action of mine, I pay for it for a long time. This time, the payment would include bodywork.
    â€œHey, you can't do that. I have a right to legal advice.” Alvin's voice shot well into his higher ranges.
    â€œAlvin,” I shouted into the phone.
    â€œLet go of me.”
    I tried again, “Alvin, Alvin, put the officer on the phone.” I turned to Merv. “Can you talk to them and explain?”
    Merv made a moue . “They have procedures.”
    â€œWell, of course, they have procedures, but we both know Alvin wasn't doing anything wrong. It would be most unfair if he's interrogated.”
    â€œHang on, Camilla, we're moving again.”
    â€œBut you have to speak to them.”
    â€œWe can't block the bridge.”
    He had a point besides the one on his head. “Fine, but as soon as we can pull over on Colonel By Drive, you'd better talk to them.”
    â€œSure,” Merv said. “But I don't think we can park on Colonel By.”
    â€œAs soon as you turn onto Echo then.”
    Merv started to hum, not altogether an auspicious sign. Or a pleasant sound. I stuck a finger in my ear.
    â€œAlvin. Don't argue with the officers.”
    More squawks.
    â€œListen to me. Put one of them on the phone immediately or your leather jacket's history.”
    Merv made the left onto Colonel By Drive this time and proceeded north with unnecessary caution.
    â€œGet the lead out,” I said to Merv. And then to Alvin, “Goddamn it, do what you're told, this once. Oh, sorry, officer, I thought I was speaking to my colleague. My name is Camilla MacPhee, and I am a lawyer with Justice for Victims. That deranged creature is in my employ. And I can assure you he was in grave danger. He has a partial licence plate number and a description of the car to be relayed to the Ottawa police. What? Excuse me? I can't believe this. Wait a minute.” I turned to Merv. “This guy's a real comedian. You want to speak to him?”
    â€œNot sure I want to be associated with either of you,” Merv said.
    â€œI'm glad you think it's funny. I think Alvin's been arrested.”
    â€œAgain? Couldn't happen to a nicer guy.”
    But he did take the phone. “Merv Morrison here. Who's talking? Right. Sure. No shit, he's for real, believe it or not. Me? Yeah, I'm on the mend. Couple weeks. What? No, no. I'm with an acquaintance. Right. I know you got procedures. Hey, no problem. Take it easy.”
    I would have killed him on the spot, but we'd reached the town house Lindsay Grace called home. “Park here,” I said.
    Merv was still chuckling. I decided not to react. I needed to keep my mind free. On the other hand, I did need to know what to do about Alvin. Plus the usual when, where and how.
    â€œThey'll take him to the Leomont Building at Vanier and McArthur. And they'll impound your vehicle. You'll get him out, but they'll need to assure themselves he poses no risk to the Prime Minister or other august bodies.”
    â€œI'll have to help him.”
    â€œI wouldn't rush. I figure on five different jurisdictions involved in this baby, if you count the Prime Minister's Protection Detachment and National Security Intelligence. He'll be their guest for most of the day. City cops will be the least of his problems.”
    â€œOkay, one challenge at a time. This is Lindsay's place.”
    Alvin would have to wait. Now it was time to deal with Lindsay Grace. Was it possible Benning had found her before he pursued Alvin? Logic said no. But logic and Benning don't mix.

    Merv said, “Catch that view of the canal. She must be rolling in cash.”
    â€œDo you think that matters when someone wants to kill you, and all you can do is hide out and pray?”
    Merv kept his mouth shut, but he checked out the wrought-iron fencing, the solid brass details on the doors