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She glanced around, then went straight to the gym, to the cabinet, and to the towels hiding a gun. She picked up a towel and the revolver, and, using the towel to conceal the gun, she walked out and up the two flights of stairs to her room. She opened a drawer in a bureau and buried the gun in lacy under garments. That done, she sat on the bed and placed a call. “It’s me,” she said. “I got it. It’s safe. Good job, darling. I’ll call you later.”
    When Sam rejoined Lori on the terrace, before telling her what he had seen, he said, “If I could sweat, I’d be in melt-down mode right now.”
    They watched Darla slip off a shirt and dive into the pool. Her bikini couldn’t have had more than a dime’s worth of material. She swam two laps, climbed out and went into the bath house, taking a tote bag with her. When she emerged, she had changed into gauzy pants and a halter.
    â€œIf I had her body, that’s how I’d dress,” Lori said.
    Sam couldn’t stop an involuntary glance at her shapeless jacket and clunky shoes.
    Sy Wannamaker and Harrison Coolson arrived minutes later.
    â€œWhat the fuck are you doing here?” Ben demanded when Coolson approached his table.
    â€œI want to see the new play,” Coolson said. “Janice is making noise about going to Italy, and I want to see how far along a new work is before I make up my mind about a trip.”
    Ben scowled. “Let’s see what he’s got,” he said, motioning to Sy Wannamaker. “Open it up.”
    Wannamaker put the laptop on a table and they all stood around as he opened it, to be greeted by a Welcome message and a request for a password.
    â€œI have a guy coming at about three,” Wannamaker said. “He said he’ll need a desk with space for his computer and this one, and he’ll need to be left alone while he works on it. It can take hours. I thought maybe your office.”
    â€œForget that,” Ben said. “Keep it tied up for hours? No way. Margie’s office. What else?”
    â€œHe wants everything we have on Sam, bio, family information, everything. I called publicity to have the stuff scanned and emailed here. Margie’s computer. She can print it out when it comes.”
    â€œThe guy is probably pretty good,” Lori said. “That’s what I would have asked for.”
    â€œIt’s one thirty,” Sam said. “Let’s hope they put it somewhere soon, before the guy gets here.”
    â€œHarrison, are you and Janice really going to Italy? That’s so sweet,” Darla said.
    â€œDepends. Janice thinks I’m working too hard, need a rest, and we do have that villa available. I agree that a rest would be good.”
    Abruptly Ben snapped the computer closed, picked it up, and started to walk away. “I’ll tell Margie to clear her desk and beat it as soon as she prints out the stuff on Sam. Help yourselves to drinks.”
    Lori and Sam consulted with thumbs and nods. He followed Ben and she eyed the rest of the crab salad, in a bowl nestled in another bowl of ice.
    Ben strode down the corridor, stopped at Margie’s door and told her to watch email for the information he was expecting, to print it all. “I’ll sign those letters and you can take them down to the mailbox on your way out. Leave as soon as you do the printout.” He turned and entered his own office and closed the door. He placed the laptop on his desk, opened the drawer and pressed the button to raise the pyramid picture. Sam was at his shoulder as he keyed in the numbers on the keypad and opened the safe. He looked at several bulging manila envelopes, picked up one of them and removed a snapshot, then closed the safe and, at his desk once more, restored the pyramid picture. He signed several letters on his desk, got up and walked out. Still dressed in the short robe, he headed for the staircase. Sam returned to the office,