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there wasn’t any denying it. That flat, professional, steely look in her eyes gave me the same answer, but I had to be sure. “Her? She’s the agent going in with me?”
    â€œThat’s right, Morgan.”
    â€œYou people are crazy!”
    â€œWe are?”
    â€œHow the hell could she contain me?”
    Woolart’s eyes narrowed into slits. “Miss Stacy has had occasion to shoot five men, Morgan. She’s trained in all the skills demanded by her profession and is rated as one of our best operatives. I wouldn’t underestimate her.”
    I was half on my feet, my voice grating in my throat. “Knock it off. You think those people aren’t on their toes! You think they couldn’t pick off a setup like that? They could spot a tail ...”
    Gavin Woolart shook his head, one corner of his mouth twisted into a wry grin. “I told you we were keeping it simple, Morgan. She won’t be tailing you. She’s going in as your wife.”
    My mouth opened to say something, but he cut me off.
    â€œYour legal wife,” he said, “in case somebody checks. You’re getting married by a J.P. in the State of Georgia.”
    Damn ,” I said.
    From her side of the room, Kim Stacy said, “It should be an interesting honeymoon, Morgan.”

3
    THEY LET ME TAKE the shock of it, let it wear off until the sensation was more one of novelty, then briefed me on the people to contact to save me the time of researching the details personally. I had three days before we were to drive south to the Florida Keys where the exodus was to take place and when I insisted on it, they agreed to let me have those three days to myself without having to check in with anyone or having a tail assigned to me. Kim Stacy was going to stay at the Mark Sanford Hotel in case I needed a contact for any reason and would take care of all the final preparations.
    When it was over they let me get up and leave just like that.
    Crazy, I thought, crazy. All that time on the wanted list; now I walk out on my own and hope I don’t get spotted and gunned by some observant cop who doesn’t know about the deal. And they trusted me. That was the damned stupid part that choked me. Old Morgan the Raider on the other side of the fence and that little thing inside me wouldn’t let me buck the traffic. They did that to old Sir Henry Morgan , too. The Crown gave him a commission and he got rid of their enemies for them. He strung up his old buddies to become a governor... but for him the end was different. At least he lived a while to enjoy the fruits of his trickery.
    There was only one ironic part to the whole thing. The forty million bucks. They could have nailed me on a dozen different charges but they picked that one to hit me with.
    And I didn’t have it.
    But somebody did and sure as hell they were going to get raided for it.
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    Mrs. Gustav Timely was affectionately known as Gussie in the trade and had been harboring fugitives at a price for over thirty years. Her operation was neat, but not gaudy, just a mediocre rooming house on the West Side of Manhattan in the middle forties. She kept her mouth shut, asked no questions and had never taken a fall even though a dozen arrests had been made on her premises. In that neighborhood a lot of undesirables had holed up and nobody bothered to stick an elderly widow because a wanted person had checked in under an assumed name.
    I rapped on her door and Gussie opened it, her heavy body wrapped in the same cotton bathrobe I had seen her in last. “Morgan,” she said.
    â€œHello, Gussie.” I stepped inside without being asked and pushed the door shut.
    â€œYou ain’t being too smart, Morgan.”
    â€œThey got you staked out here?”
    â€œLike you wouldn’t know.” She grunted and made her way to the couch and sat down with a wheeze. “Since you got picked up here I’m marked lousy. I get roused regular and