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The thirteenth name was Richard Yao. Russo didn't know precisely where he was working at this time of day, so they sought out his unit foreman. They found him supervising the welding going on in one section of the bottom of the atrium lobby. He was a heavy-set man with almost no hair and close-set eyes.

On the way back up to the top of the tower, he said, 'What do you think, Mr Linnear?'

'I think,' Nicholas said, 'that we have our man.'

'All twenty-five here today?' Nicholas asked. 'None called in sick?'

But Nicholas was already at the verge of the desk, his fingertips moving quickly but surely around the rim of die. top.

Nicholas rolled up the paper into a tube. I'm going to see all of these men face to face. Every one's a candidate for our ninja.'

On the way back up to the top of the tower, he said, 'What do you think, Mr Linnear?'

'Oh, I'd say fifteen maybe twenty minutes ago. Like I said, you just missed him.' He looked at Russd. 'Anything wrong? He's a good worker.'

'Hang up,' Nicholas said. He was circling the desk, probing. His fingertips never left the surface of the oiled wood.

Tomkin stared down at Nicholas's hands as if they were disembodied entities. He lifted the receiver to his ear, mumbled a few words and hung up.

Nicholas rolled up the paper into a tube. I'm going to see all of these men face to face. Every one's a candidate for our ninja.'

Russo's eyes flickered briefly in Nicholas's direction before he shook his head negatively. "Thanks, Mike. You need another man down here?'

On the way back up to the top of the tower, he said, 'What do you think, Mr Linnear?'

'Well, hey, give me this for a sec -' He took the sheaf of paper from Nicholas's grasp, leafed through the accordion sheets. 'Here!' His forefinger stabbed at the sheet. 'Here's his address, 547 hey, wait a minute I That address is too far west. It's a phony!'

'Okay. I'll see to it then.'

Tomkin stared down at Nicholas's hands as if they were disembodied entities. He lifted the receiver to his ear, mumbled a few words and hung up.

'All twenty-five here today?' Nicholas asked. 'None called in sick?'

'Hang up,' Nicholas said. He was circling the desk, probing. His fingertips never left the surface of the oiled wood.

Russo's eyes flickered briefly in Nicholas's direction before he shook his head negatively. "Thanks, Mike. You need another man down here?'

'Not a one,' Russo said. 'I worked on it alone.'

Russo took him through the labyrinth of the building and, one by one, the men on the list were interviewed and crossed off the list.

Tomkin stared down at Nicholas's hands as if they were disembodied entities. He lifted the receiver to his ear, mumbled a few words and hung up.

The thirteenth name was Richard Yao. Russo didn't know precisely where he was working at this time of day, so they sought out his unit foreman. They found him supervising the welding going on in one section of the bottom of the atrium lobby. He was a heavy-set man with almost no hair and close-set eyes.

Russo took him through the labyrinth of the building and, one by one, the men on the list were interviewed and crossed off the list.

'What's happening?' Tomkin said.

The doors opened and Nicholas sprinted down the corridor, leaving the other behind, staring at him. He pushed past Frank. Tomkin was on the phone, behind his desk. He put a palm over the moudipiece. 'Well,' he said, 'what gives? Did you find-'

'All twenty-five here today?' Nicholas asked. 'None called in sick?'

'What for?' Russo asked.

'Said he was sick.' He put the cold stub back into his mouth. 'Didn't look too good neither.'

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