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

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

'How long ago did this happen,' Nicholas said.

'What's happening?' Tomkin said.

'About what happened downstairs. Yeah. Yeah.' His blue eyes were open wide as he watched. Across the room, Russo had come in. He stood quietly next to Frank, looking on.

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

'Good,' Nicholas said, still moving. 'I'd like to talk to you -'

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.

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

'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.'

'None sick. They're all here as far as I can tell.'

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

'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.'

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.

'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.

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

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

'You just missed him, Abe.' He took a thick cigar stub out of his mouth, used it to point over his shoulder. 'He split.'

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

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

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

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

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

'And no one knows about this?'

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