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her nightly with images of Devin Corbal sprawled on the pavement in a spreading pool of blood.
    “Even so”—Howard crossed his arms and looked past Abby at Travis—”I want to go on record as saying I’m against this.” “Your wife is my client,” Travis said evenly.
    “I know that. It’s her safety at stake. Her decision.
    But if it were up to me…” He didn’t finish.
    “Howard,” Abby said, “I appreciate your concern, but this is my job.
    It’s what I do.”
    “You’re a pilot fish. I remember.” He looked at her, no amusement in his eyes.
    “There’s just one thing about those fish. Sometimes they get a little too close to the shark they’re swimming with. Sometimes they get eaten.”
    Abby met his gaze.
    “That’s the downside of the metaphor.”
    The office was silent except for the hum of the air conditioning.
    “Kris,” Travis asked, “do we have your go-ahead?”
    “Yes, you do,” Kris said, looking at Abby as she spoke. Howard turned away, arms folded over his chest, hands gripping his biceps in a classic pose of defiance.
    Abby nodded at the anchorwoman.
    “Thank you.” “I should be thanking you,” Kris said softly.
    “You’re the one taking all the risks.”
    Then the meeting was over and the Barwoods V V were gone, Abby finally allowed herself to sit.
    She slumped in an armchair in the corner of Travis’s office and asked! “How do you think it went?”
    “An unqualified success,” Travis said.
    “You sure?”
    “Absolutely. You dazzled them.”
    Travis stood and came around his desk. He was a tall man of forty-four with jet-black hair receding from his high forehead. He wore an open-collared dress shirt under a navy jacket, belt less tan slacks, and black loafers. Every item of his ensemble was predictable; he owned a dozen navy jackets, a dozen dress shirts, a dozen pairs of tan slacks and black loafers. He wore the identical outfit every day. It was one of his quirks.
    He didn’t like to waste time pondering what clothes to wear.
    “It’s good to have you back, Abby,” he said.
    “I wasn’t certain you’d ever want to work with me again after what happened last time. Thanks for telling them how capable I am, by the way.”
    “I meant it. You’ve been beating yourself up about Corbal for four months. Let it go.”
    She looked away.
    “I shouldn’t have let her get away from me.”
    “You had to call in your location.”
    “} should have found a way to do it while still keeping an eye on her.”
    Travis sat on the arm of the chair.
    “A momentary lapse.”
    “In this business we can’t afford any lapses.”
    “Abby, if you do this kind of work long enough, you’re bound to experience a setback now and then.”
    “A setback? Is that what happened to Corbal?”
    “Corbal was a goddamned fool. We didn’t want him going into Lizard Maiden or any other club on the Strip. We told him to stay away from all his usual haunts. There was too great a chance that he would run into Sheila Rogers at one of them.”
    “It was my job to make sure nothing like that would happen.”
    “My point is, Corbal was headstrong. He wouldn’t listen to us. He insisted on taking risks, and he paid for it. Even so, he would have made it out of the building if the V.I.P Room had been evacuated faster. He had too many friends with him, and it took too long for our people to clear them all out. The friends left via the dance floor, which only cost more time because the club was so damn crowded. Then our staff officers had to get Devin out the back way—”
    “Because I recommended using the rear exit.”
    “It was the right tactical move. And he wouldn’t be any less dead if he’d gone out via the front entrance.
    Sheila would have popped him on the dance floor.”
    “Maybe not. Maybe in all the confusion she never would have seen him.
    Or maybe… maybe I could’ve stopped her.”
    “You nearly did.”
    “Nearly doesn’t cut it.”
    “You did everything you could.