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There were easily a dozen articles about
     
the "Sidewalk Showdown."
     
The story had legs, which didn't exactly surprise the
     
Tourist. He'd left behind a host of unanswered questions.
     
A lot of ink was being devoted to conjecture and specu-
     
lation; some of it credible, most of it wacky. The short note
     
that came with the clippings summed it up.
The circus is in
     
town. Keep your head down, Tourist. Will be in touch.
     
He smiled and re-read the conflicting eyewitness ac-
     
counts.
How was it,
wrote a columnist from the
Daily
News,
     
that the same event could be seen so differently by people who
     
were no more than twenty feet away?
     
"How indeed?" the Tourist said out loud. He sat back in
     
his chair and put his feet up on the table. He had every con-
     
fidence that his identity would remain a secret. He'd taken
     
the necessary precautions, covered his tracks. He might as
     
well have been a ghost.
     
There was only one thing bothering him now, and it
     
bothered him a lot.
     
What was the list he'd copied off the flash drive all
     
about? All those offshore accounts.
     
One point four.
     
Billion.
     
What about it?
     
Was it worth some poor schmuck's life outside Grand
     
Central?
     
Apparently so.
     
Was it worth somebody else's life?
     
Like his?
     
Definitely not.
     
Was it part of a bigger picture that might make sense
     
eventually?
     
Who could tell? But he sure as hell hoped so.
     
     
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Chapter 45
     
JEFFREY PEERED ACROSS the candlelit dinner table at
     
Nora. "Are you sure you're okay with this?"
     
"Of course I am," she said.
     
"I don't know, you seemed a little put-off when I sug-
     
gested we go out instead of eating in."
     
"Don't be silly. This is wonderful." Nora tried to match
     
her body language to her words. That took some serious
     
acting. She was supposed to be back at his brownstone,
     
busy preparing his last meal. She had made up her mind.
     
Now here they were at Jeffrey's favorite restaurant. Nora
     
had never been more on edge. She felt like a racehorse at a
     
starting gate that refused to open.
     
"I love this place," said Jeffrey, looking around. They
     
were at La Primavera in the North End of Boston. The decor
     
was simple and elegant with white linen tablecloths, gleam-
     
ing silverware, soft lighting. When you sat down it was as-
     
sumed you wanted regular water, not bottled. And frankly,
     
Nora could have cared less.
     
Jeffrey had the osso buco, Nora the risotto with porcini
     
mushrooms. But she had zero appetite. The wine was a
     
Poggio dell'Oliviera Chianti Classico, the '94 Reserve. The
     
wine, she needed. When the plates were cleared, Nora
     
steered the conversation to the following weekend. Her un-
     
finished business was weighing heavily on her mind.
     
"You forgot," said Jeffrey. "I'm traveling, darling. That
     
book festival down in Virginia."
     
"You're right, I did forget." Nora felt like screaming. "I
     
can't believe I'm letting you loose with hundreds of your
     
adoring female fans."
     
Jeffrey folded his hands in front of him and leaned on
     
the table. "Listen, I've been doing some thinking," he said.
     
"It's about the way we've treated our marriage. Or, really,
     
the way I've treated it -- the secrecy. I think I've been unfair
     
to you."
     
"Have you sensed that it's bothering me? Because --"
     
"No, actually, you've been so understanding. It's made
     
me feel worse. I mean, I've got the most wonderful wife in
     
the world. It's time the world knew it."
     
Nora smiled, as she should have, but inside, the warning
     
lights were flashing. "What about your fans?" she asked. "All
     
those women next week in Virginia who want to see one of
     
People
magazine's sexiest and most eligible
bachelors?
"
     
"Screw 'em."
     
"That's kind of what they're hoping for, honey," said
     
Nora.
     
Jeffrey reached for her hands, clasping them lightly.
     
"You've been understanding