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It's roomy, sunny, and it has a grand piano, if that makes any difference."
    She smiled. "Not much. I haven't played since high school."
    He knocked on the suitcase. "Hilda took charge of the clothes; she said you'd look funny if I chose them, so she got you a couple of changes—some underthings, too."
    "Thank Hilda for me."
    "I sold your car to a friend of mine, got fifty-two thousand for it. That was halfway between the wholesale and retail price." He handed her a deposit slip. "I put it in your account."
    "I'm very pleased with that."
    "Now, about your settlement. First of all, we didn't talk about what you'd have to give in the arrangement. I had to promise them you'd never talk about what happened with the press, and that you wouldn't press any criminal charges against Ramsey."
    "That's reasonable, I guess."
    "How much did you say you could get by on?"
    "A hundred thousand or so. Less, since you got such a good price for the car."
    "Well, you're going to have to get by on"—he looked at the deposit slip in his hand—"six hundred sixty-six thousand, six hundred and sixty-six dollars and sixty-six cents." He handed her the slip.
    "What?"
    "I hit Ramsey and the team for half a million each. I figured that if the steroids have affected him the way you say, the team's as liable as he is. Your medical bills will come to me; I'll see that the team's insurance company settles them."
    She stared at the deposit receipt. "You mean, I have over seven hundred thousand dollars in cash in my bank account right this minute?"
    "That's right. My standard fee in these situations is a third of the settlement. The car money is in checking; the rest is in your savings account. Your banker likes you a lot." He handed her a card. "I think you should call Bill Schwartz at the Private Banking Division of the First National Bank just as soon as you're able. He'll help you maximize your earnings."
    She took a long swallow of her orange juice and champagne. "Could I have some straight champagne, please?"
    Schaefer produced two glasses and poured for them both. "What are your plans, Liz?"
    "Healing and work. I'll tell you more about my plans later." She sipped her champagne. "Can I ask for one more favor?"
    "Shoot."
    "Will you buy a gun for me?"
    "When I said 'shoot,' I didn't mean it literally."
    "Will you?"
    "No. And I don't want you to buy one for yourself. Don't worry, sweetheart, he isn't going to bother you; he's too afraid of me. I hosed him down pretty good. By the way, there's an exhibition game in New York this weekend; you can get into the house."
    "Good. I'm anxious to wipe the slate clean."
    "Baby, it's about as clean as it's ever going to get. Not many people get this kind of a fresh start. Make the most of it, but don't blow the money."
    "Don't worry, my needs are going to be very simple for a while."
    "Harry wants you to see a shrink. I think it's a good idea. You've got to be a very angry lady at the moment, whether you know it or not."
    "I've got an appointment on Monday."
    Schaefer set down his glass and stood up. "You finish the bubbly for me. I've got to be in court in an hour."
    "Give 'em hell."
    "You know it."
    "Thank you, Al."
    "Don't thank me; I did pretty good for myself."
    "I'm glad."
    "Something else; I had a good time doing it."
    "That's always important."
    "You remember that, kid. Whatever you're going to do, have a good time doing it."
    Schaefer left the room and whistled his way down the hall. Doing well by doing good. He loved it. The following day, Elizabeth Barwick checked out of Piedmont Hospital and vanished. The following weekend, her mother's furniture, her cameras and darkroom equipment, and everything else that belonged to her disappeared from the house she had shared with Baker Ramsey. Over the next several weeks, one by one, her friends received a phone call. The conversations were much the same:
    "Hi, it's Liz."
    "Well, hi! Where you been keeping yourself?"
    "I've been on the move. Bake and I called