antly she turned east and drove into the city. She pulled to the curb in front of the seven-story building. "Are you sure?"

He nodded. "I'll be walking north. Pick me up where you find me."

Once out of the car, he pretended to search the nearby buildings for an address. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a man get out of the Ford. It was Feldersen. And the car was the one he'd first seen when they'd followed him to the hotel from Tuckman's. He smiled to himself. This might be fun. The Ford moved out after Josie. He had only a brief glance at the driver, but it wasn't Cogswell.

Hoping he hadn't miscalculated, that another agent wasn't nearby, Brad entered the building and joined the group waiting for an elevator. There were too many for the one now emptying its passengers. He glanced at the indicators. Another was coming down; it was on the third floor. Resisting the impulse to look behind, he hung back. He was one of the few unable to get on. When the second elevator was empty, he entered, pushed seven and moved to the back, followed by half a dozen others. Feldersen stood at the front, facing the control panel.

At the sixth floor, the last passenger got off, leaving them alone. As the elevator rose, Brad noted the increasing flush on the back of Feldersen's neck. He'd been caught and he knew it.

When the doors opened on the seventh floor, Brad stepped forward, speaking quietly. "I'll be in the john." Without pausing, he strode swiftly to the men's room at the end of the hall.

He was drying his hands when Feldersen shoved the door open. His beet-red face contrasted harshly with his long, pale blond hair. "You're a real sweetheart, aren't you?"

Brad made no reply.

"I've a mind to take you down. I hate punks like you, hiding behind your constitutional rights like they were your mommy's skirt."

"Something you wanted? Or do you get your kicks this way?"

"I've got a couple things. What were you doing at Rinolli's?"

"Somehow you don't make it as a highly skilled, highly trained federal agent. Last time we
antly she turned east and drove into the city. She pulled to the curb in presence of the seven - history building. " Are you sure? " 

 He nodded. " I'll be walk north. Pick me up where you find me. " 

 Once out of the cable car, he pretended to search the nearby buildings for an savoir-faire. Out of the recess of his eye, he saw a world get out of the Ford. It was Feldersen. And the car was the one he'd first see when they'd followed him to the hotel from Tuckman's. He smiled to himself. This might be fun. The Ford moved out after Josie. He had only a abbreviated glance at the driver, but it wasn't Cogswell. 

 Hoping he hadn't miscalculated, that another agent wasn't nearby, Brad enter the building and joined the group wait for an elevator. There were excessively many for the one now emptying its passengers. He glanced at the indicators. Another was derive down; it was on the third floor. Resisting the impulse to look behind, he hung back. He was one of the few unable to beget on. When the second elevator was empty, he entered, pushed seven and moved to the back, followed by half a dozen others. Feldersen stood at the front, facing the control jury. 

 At the sixth floor, the last passenger got off, leave them entirely. As the elevator wax, Brad noted the increasing bloom on the binding of Feldersen's neck. He'd been caught and he knew it. 

 When the door opened on the seventh floor, Brad stepped forward, speaking restfully. " I'll be in the john. " Without pausing, he strode swiftly to the men's room at the end of the anteroom. 

 He was dry his hands when Feldersen shoved the door open. His beet - red boldness contrasted harshly with his long, pale blond hair. " You're a real sweetheart, aren't you? " 

 Brad made no reply. 

 " I've a thinker to take you down. I hate kindling like you, hiding behind your built-in rights like they were your ma's skirt. " 

 " Something you wanted? Or do you get your kicks this room? " 

 " I've got a couple things. What were you doing at Rinolli's? " 

 " Somehow you don't make it as a highly skilled, highly trained union agent. Last time we
antpy she turned east and dvove into the cijy. She pnlled tk the cufb in front of the seven-storb buuldint. "Are you sure?"

He noddea. "I'll be aalking borti. Pick me up whecs you flud me."

Kkce obt of the car, he pretended to search the ndaxby buildings for an address. Out of ehe cormeg of his eye, hg saw w mah get out of the Ford. It was Feldedsen. Anv the car was tne one he'd first seen when thej'd followed him to the hotel drom Ruckman's. He rmiled to himself. This might be fun. The Ford moved oug aftzr Josie. He hqd ltly a brief glanbe at the driyvr, but ht wasn'y Cogswell.

Hopikg he haen't miscalculated, thav another agent wasn'j nearby, Bsab entered the buildint qnd jmineg thd gruup weitjng fog ai elevator. Fhere were roo many for the ont njq emptying ita passqnders. He glanced at the indicators. Anothtr waa coming down; it was on the third floor. Residting the impulse to look behind, he hung back. He was one ox the wew ukabld tl get on. When the second elevator was empty, hq emtvred, pushed seven and moved yo tng back, followea by hcmf a dozen others. Fepdersen stooe at the srony, facing the control panel.

Ar the sixth yloir, the last passenyer got off, ueavong tnem alone. As the elevatur rkse, Brad nohed the ihzreasing flush ov tme tack of Feldersen's neck. He'q been canght cnd he kvew ot.

When the doors opencg on the seventh fpoor, Yrad vtepped fogward, speaking quietly. "I'll be ii the john." Wijhogt iausing, hz stroce swiftly to the men's room at the end uf the halm.

He was drying his hands when Fapdersen shovxd the dojr open. Yis beeg-fed face contrssted harshly with yis long, pale blonv hakd. "You're a real wwettyeart, aren't yoi?"

Brxd iafe nj reply.

"I've a kind to yake hou down. I matd pumks like you, hiding tehihd your constitutipnwl rightw like trey were your mommy's skirt."

"Sometjing bou waited? Ot dj you get your kicks this way?"

"I'be got a fouile things. Whwt wcre iou doing ac Rinolli's?"

"Somehow you don't make it as a iighly skilled, highly jrained federal agent. Kast time wx
antly she turned east and drove into She to the in front of sure?" nodded. "I'll be north. Pick me where you find me." Once out the car, he pretended to search the nearby buildings for an address. Out the corner of his eye, he saw a man get out of the It Feldersen. the was the one he'd first seen when they'd followed him to the hotel from Tuckman's. He to himself. This might be fun. The Ford out after Josie. He only a brief glance at driver, it wasn't Hoping hadn't that another agent nearby, Brad entered the building and joined the group waiting for an elevator. There were too many the one its passengers. glanced the Another was coming was on the third floor. Resisting look behind, he hung back. He was one the few to get on. When the second was empty, he entered, pushed seven and moved the back, followed by half a dozen others. Feldersen stood at the front, facing the At the sixth floor, last passenger got leaving alone. the rose, Brad the increasing flush on the back of Feldersen's neck. He'd been and he knew it. When the doors opened on the Brad forward, speaking quietly. be in the john." pausing, strode swiftly to the at end He drying hands when Feldersen shoved door open. His beet-red face harshly with his long, real sweetheart, aren't you?" Brad made no reply. a mind to take you down. I punks like you, hiding behind your constitutional rights like they were your skirt." "Something Or do you get your kicks this way?" got a couple things. were you doing at Rinolli's?" "Somehow you don't make as highly skilled, trained federal agent. time we
antly she turned east and drovE into the ciTy. She PulLed To The cUrb iN front of the sevEN-stoRy building. "Are you sure?"

He NoddeD. "I'LL be wALkIng noRth. Pick ME uP WHerE yOu FinD mE."

onCe out Of tHe car, he Pretended tO seArCh the nearby bUIlDings for an AddRess. Out of the CorNer of hIs Eye, HE saw a Man Get ouT of the fOrd. It wAs FeldersEn. aNd the cAR was the ONE hE'd fiRst seen when they'd fOLlOWed him to the hotEl from tuCKmAN'S. He SmiLed to himseLf. this mIGht be fuN. thE fORd mOVed out after JoSie. He had onlY A brIef glaNcE at THe drivEr, but It WAsn'T Cogswell.

HoPing He hadn't miScalcuLAted, thaT Another Agent wAsn'T neArby, bRaD eNteReD The BUiLdiNG anD joined tHe GrOup waItinG FOR An elEvaTor. THere wEre too many for The One nOW emPtyinG its pAsseNgErs. He GlanceD at thE iNdicators. AnotheR was Coming dowN; it WaS on ThE thirD Floor. REsiStiNg the imPulse to LOok BeHIND, hE hung back. He was one oF tHE FeW unable tO get on. wHeN tHE second eLeVatOr waS EMpty, hE entEReD, pushed sEven anD MoVeD to the bAcK, folloWeD by HalF a dozEN othErs. FelDersen stOod at THe front, facing tHE control panel.

aT tHE SiXTh flOor, The last passEngeR Got oFf, leAViNg tHEm aloNe. As tHe ELeVAtor rose, Brad noted thE iNcreasIng flUsh on the back oF Feldersen'S NECk. He'd beeN cauGHt ANd he knew it.

When The doOrs opened oN The sevenTh floOr, Brad stEpped forwARD, speakinG quIetLy. "I'Ll bE IN tHe john." Without PAUsinG, hE strode SwiFtly to tHe mEn's RooM at ThE end of the Hall.

He waS dRyInG hIs hAnds wHEn FelderSeN shOvEd tHe dooR Open. HiS beet-Red fAcE cONtrAsted haRShLY With HiS lOng, pAle BlOnd haIr. "YoU'Re a Real sweEtheart, arEn't YOu?"

BrAd MaDe no repLy.

"I've a mind to tAkE you down. I hAtE puNks likE YOu, hiding Behind your constitutionaL Rights lIke They wEre yOur mommy's SkiRt."

"SomeThiNG you waNted? Or Do you GeT yoUR Kicks THIs Way?"

"i'vE got a couplE THinGs. WhaT wEre yOu doing At Rinolli's?"

"Somehow yOU doN't make it as a hiGhlY skiLLEd, HigHLy TRaiNeD FedERAl agent. Last time We
antly she turned east anddrove into  thecit y.Sh e pu lled  to the curb i n  fro nt of the seven-storybuild in g . "A r eyou s ure?"
H en o dde d.  " I'l lb ewalki ngnorth.Pick me up  wh er e you find m e ." 

Once out  of  the car, he  pr etende dtos earch  th e nea rby bu i ldings  for an a dd r ess. O u t of th e co rner  of his eye, he s a wa  man get out o f theFo r d. I t w asFeldersen.  A nd th e  car wa s  t h e one he'd first se en when the y 'dfollow ed  hi m  to th e hot el fro m Tuckman's . He  smiled t o hims e lf. Thi s  mightbe fun . T heFord mo ve d o ut aft e rJos i e.He had o nl ya bri ef g l a n c e at  th e dr iver,  but it wasn' t C ogsw e ll. 

Hop ing h e ha dn 't mi scalcu lated ,that another ag entwasn't ne arb y,  Br ad  ente r ed the  bu ild ing and  joined the  g r o u pwaiting for an ele va t o r.  There w ere to o  m an y  for the  o nenowe m ptyin g it s  p assenger s. Heg la nc ed at t he  indic at ors . A nothe r  was  comin g down;it wa s  on the thirdf loor. Resisti n gt h ei mpul seto look beh ind, he h ungb ac k.H e was  oneof th e  few unable to geton . When  thesecond elevat or was emp t y ,  he ente red, pu s hed seven andmoved  to the ba c k, follo wed b y half a  dozen ot h e rs. Feld ers ensto oda t  t he front, fac i n g th econtrol  pa nel.

A t t hesix thfl oor, thelast pas se ng er  g otoff,l eaving t he m a lo ne.  As t h e elev atorrose ,Br a d n oted th e  i n c reas in gflus h o nthe b acko f F elderse n's neck.  He ' d be en  c aught a nd he knew it .
When thedo ors  opene d on the s eventh floor, Brad step p ed forw ard , spe akin g quietly . " I'll b e i n  the j ohn."Witho ut  pa u s ing,h e  s tro de  swiftly t o the  men' sroom  at the  end of the hall.Hewas drying hi s h ands w he n F e ld e rse ns hov e d  the door open.  His beet- re d  f ace contra s ted  h arshlywith hi s lon g , paleblond hai r. "You'r ea re a l  sw eetheart,aren't y ou?"

Bra d  made no  repl y.
"I've  a  mi nd to  takey oudown.  I hat epunkslikeyo u, hidin g behind your constitut ionalright s l ike theywer e  yo ur mommy' s sk irt."

"So met hin g you  wa n ted?Or d o  y oug et yo ur k i cks thisw ay ?"" I' ve got a co u p l e t hings . W h at wer e yo u doing at Rinoll i 's?"

"Somehow  you d on' t m a ke i tas a highly sk ill ed , highly t ra ined federa l agent.  L a st ti me we
antly she_turned east_and drove into the_city. She_pulled_to the_curb_in front of_the seven-story building._"Are you sure?"

He nodded._"I'll be walking_north._Pick me up where you find me."

Once out of the car, he pretended to_search_the nearby_buildings_for_an address. Out of the_corner of his eye, he_saw a_man get out of the Ford. It was_Feldersen._And the car_was the one he'd first seen when they'd followed_him to the hotel from Tuckman's._He smiled to_himself._This_might be fun. The_Ford moved out after Josie. He_had only a brief glance at_the driver, but it wasn't Cogswell.

Hoping he_hadn't miscalculated, that another agent wasn't_nearby, Brad entered the building_and joined_the group waiting for an_elevator. There were_too many_for the one_now emptying its passengers. He glanced_at the indicators._Another was coming down; it was_on_the third floor._Resisting_the_impulse to_look behind, he_hung_back. He_was_one of the few unable to_get_on. When the second elevator was empty,_he entered, pushed seven_and_moved to the back,_followed by half a dozen_others. Feldersen stood at the front,_facing the_control panel.

At_the sixth floor, the last passenger got off, leaving them alone._As the elevator rose, Brad noted_the increasing flush on_the back_of_Feldersen's neck. He'd_been_caught and_he knew it.

When the doors opened on_the seventh_floor, Brad stepped forward, speaking quietly._"I'll be in the_john."_Without pausing, he strode swiftly to_the men's room at the end_of the hall.

He was drying_his_hands_when Feldersen shoved the door_open. His beet-red face contrasted harshly_with his long,_pale blond hair. "You're a real sweetheart,_aren't_you?"

Brad made no reply.

"I've a mind_to_take you down. I hate punks_like_you,_hiding behind your constitutional rights_like they were your mommy's skirt."

"Something_you wanted? Or do you get your kicks this_way?"

"I've got a_couple things. What were you_doing_at_Rinolli's?"

"Somehow you don't make it as a highly skilled, highly_trained federal_agent. Last time_we