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it.”
    Woolart went through some more reshuffling before he looked up. “We’re basing your presence in that country on the fact that you are a fugitive from justice. They know of your forty-million-dollar coup and have always been willing to accept wealthy fugitives for as long as they could pay for the pleasure. There is no extradition act in effect between their country and ours, so whoever reaches their shores is safe ... for a while anyway, that is.”
    My mouth twisted in a funny grin. “They’ll be expecting me to pay for the privilege then. I’ll need financial backing.”
    â€œMorgan ...” Rice looked like he wanted to throw up.
    I said, “If you were expecting me to dig into the forty million, you’re nuts. I’d be admitting guilt and leading you to the loot. No, buddy, your agency has funds earmarked for these stunts and it will be a pleasure to spend it.”
    Rice nodded slowly, his eyes spitting animosity. “It will be forthcoming, Morgan.”
    â€œBut just to ease your minds,” I added, “keep in mind the premise that I might not have that loot.”
    â€œFor the moment, we’re not concerned with that.”
    â€œThe hell you’re not,” I laughed. “Now, when does the action start?”
    There was a momentary lull in the conversation, the hesitation of a man about to go over the top into a place he might not come back from, then Woolart said, “Immediately. There will be nothing elaborate about the procedure at all. You will make all the arrangements for your own evacuation through sources you will personally locate. Our cooperation will be in keeping our heads turned while you accomplish this. For a person of your resources it should prove fairly simple. We will make no attempt to apprehend any of your, er, accomplices, so if you wish to make use of any friends, feel free to do so.”
    â€œYou mentioned a crime I was to commit.”
    â€œAn overt move against the government,” Woolart said.
    â€œWe’ll leave it to your discretion.”
    â€œThey shoot you for that down there, friend,” I reminded him.
    â€œNot when they think you’re a person of extreme financial circumstance,” he smiled. “They’d much rather extract your fortune from you.”
    â€œAnd when they do?”
    â€œThen they shoot you,” he said.
    â€œNice people.”
    â€œYou should be used to them,” he said sarcastically. He picked up a printed sheet and scanned it. “A bank account containing twenty-five thousand dollars will be opened in the name of M. A. Winters.” He tossed two application cards across the table to me. “Sign those.”
    I wrote in M . A . Winters in the signature space and shoved them back again.
    â€œAt the same time,” he continued, “in the Miami branch of the same bank we have taken out a safe-deposit box in the same name. You will retain the key. In the box there is a map that supposedly shows the location of your hidden money, but in reality shows one of our places. In the event you are forced to divulge the box and the key we will know you have failed the mission, but if someone else follows that map we at least will have our hands on one of their people who might be able to give us some information.”
    â€œIngenious.” I said.
    He let my tone of voice pass. “Simple enough to be plausible. There really wouldn’t be much else for you to do. A man in your position either has to run or hide. Until now, you’ve been hiding. Now it’s time to run.”
    â€œWhy?”
    There was another of those funny little halts in the sounds that a group of people make. Then Woolart said, “That’s simple too. You found a woman.”
    It came on me like the dawn of a cloudy day, slowly at first, hardly taking shape until it was well established. I looked around at Kimberly Stacy, not quite believing what I had heard. But