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by The Aquitaine Progression [lit]


  cut loose."

  8

  The Alter Zoll, the ancient tower that had once

  been part of Bonn's southern fortress on the

  Rhine razed to the ground three centuries

  ago was now a tollhouse standing on a green lawn

  dotted with antique cannons, relics of a might that

  had slipped away through the squabblings of

  emperors and kings priests and princes. A winding

  mosaic wall of red and grey stone overlooked the

  massive river below where boats of vari

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  ous descriptions plowed furrows in the open water,

  caressing the shorelines on both sides, diligent and

  somber in their appointed rounds; no Lake Geneva

  here, far less the blue-green waters of the

  mischievous Como. Yet in the distance was a sight

  envied by people the world over: the Siebengebirge,

  the seven mountains of Westerwald, magnificent in

  their intrusions on the skyline.

  Joel stood by the low wall, trying to focus on the

  view hoping it would calm him, but the exercise was

  futile. The beauty before him was lost, it would not

  distract him from his thoughts; nothing could....

  Lucas Anstett, Second Circuit Court of Appeals,

  judge extraordinary and intermediary between one

  Joel Converse and his employers and an unknown

  man in San Francisco. Outside of that unknown

  man and a retired scholar on the island of

  Mykonos, the only other person who knew what he

  was doing and why. How in the space of eighteen

  hours or less could he have been found ? Found

  and killed!

  "Converse?"

  Joel turned, whipping his head over his shoulder,

  his body rigid. Standing twenty feet away on the far

  edge of a graveled path was a sandy-haired man

  several years younger than Converse, in his early to

  mid thirties; his was a boyish face that would grow

  old slowly and remain young long after its time. He

  was also shorter than Joel, but not by

  much perhaps five ten or eleven and dressed in

  light-grey trousers and a cord jacket, his white shirt

  open at the neck.

  "Who are you?" asked Converse hoarsely.

  A couple strolled between them on the path as

  the younger man jerked his head to his left,

  gesturing for Joel to follow him onto the lawn

  beyond. Converse did so, joining him by the huge

  iron wheel of a bronze cannon.

  "All right, who are you?" repeated Joel.

  "My sister's name is Meagen," said the

  sandy-haired man. "And so neither one of us makes

  a mistake, you tell me who I am."

  "How the hey . . . ?" Converse stopped, the

  words coming back to him, words whispered by a

  dying man in Geneva. Oh, Christ! Meg, the kids . . .

  " 'Meg, the kids,' " he said out loud. "Fowler called

  his wife Meg."

  "Short for Meagen, and she was Halliday's

  wife only, you knew him as Fowler."

  "You're Avery's brother-in-law."

  THE AQUITAINE PROGRESSION 171

  "Press's brother-in-law," corrected the man,

  extending his hand. "Connal Fitzpatrick," he added.

  "Then we're on the same side."

  "I hope so."

  "I've got a lot of questions to ask you, Connal."

  "No more than I've got for you, Converse."

  "Are we going to start off belligerently?" asked

  Joel, noting the harsh use of his own last name and

  releasing fitzpatrick s hand.

  The younger man blinked, then reddened,

  embarrassed. "Sorry," he said. "I'm one angry

  brother on both sides and I haven't had much

  sleep. I'm still on San Diego time."

  "San Diego? Not San Francisco?"

  "Navy. I'm a lawyer stationed at the naval base

  there."

  "Whew," whistled Converse softly. "It's a small

  world."

  "I know all about the geography," agreed

  Fitzpatrick. 'And also you, Lieutenant. How do you

  think Press got his information? Of course, I wasn't

  in San Diego then, but I had friends. "

  "Nothing's sacred, then."

  "You're wrong; everything is. I had to pull some

  very thick strings to get that stuff. It was about five

  months ago when Press came to me and we made

  our . . . I guess you'd call it the contract between

  us."

  "Clarification, please."

  The naval officer placed a hand on the barrel of

  the cannon. "Press Halliday wasn't just my

  brother-in-law, he came to be my best friend, closer

  than any blood brother, I think."

  "And you with the militaristic hordes?" asked

  Joel, only half joking, a point of information on the

  line

  Fitzpatrick smiled awkwardly, boyishly. ';That's

  part of it, actually. He stood by me when I wanted to

  go for it. The services need lawyers too, but the law

  schools don't tell you much about that. It's not

  where they're going to get any endowments from.

  Me, I happen to like the Navy, and I like the

  lif~and the challenges, I guess you'd call them."

  "Who objected?"

  "Who didn't? In both our families the

  pirates who go back to skimming the earthquake

  victims have always been attorneys. The two

  current old men knew Press and I got along and saw

  the writing they wrote on their own wall. Here's this

  sharp Wasp and this good Catholic boy, now, if they

  ring in a Jew and a light-skinned black and maybe

  even

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  a not-too-offensive gay, they've got half the legal

  market in San Francisco in their back pockets."

  "What about the Chinese and the Italians?"

  "Certain country clubs still have remnants of the

  old school ties in their lockers. Why soil the fabric?

  Deals are made on the fairways, the accent on

  'ways,' not 'fair.'"

  "And you didn't want anything to do with that,

  counselor?"

  "Neither did Press, that's why he went

  international. Old Jack Halliday pissed bright red

  when Press began corraling all those foreign clients;

  then purple when he added a lot of U.S. sharks who

  wanted to operate overseas. But old Jack couldn't

  complain; his wild-eyed stepson was adding

  considerably to the bottom line."

  "And you went happily into uniform," said

  Converse, watching Fitzpatrick's eyes, impressed by

  the candor he saw in them.

  "Back into uniform, and very happy with

  Press's blessings, legal and otherwise."

  "You were fond of him, weren't you?"

  Connal lifted his hand off the cannon. "I loved

  him, Converse. Just as I love my sister. That's why

  I'm here. That's the contract."

  "Incidentally," said Joel kindly, "speaking of your

  sister even if I were somebody else I could easily

  have found out her name was Meagan."

  "I'm sure you could have; it was in the papers."

  "Then it wasn't much of a test."

  "Press never called her Meagen in his life,

  except for that one phrase in the weddingr />
  ceremony. It was always 'Meg.' I would have asked

  you about that somehow, and if you were lying I'd

  have known it. I'm very good on direct."

  "I believe you. What's the contract between you

  and . . . Press?"

  "Let's walk," said Fitzpatrick, and as they

  strolled toward the wall with the winding river

  below and the seven mountains of Westerwald in

  the distance, Connal began. "Press came to me and

  said he was into something pretty heavy and he

  couldn't let it go. He'd come across information

  that tied a number of well-known men or once

  well-known men together in an organization that

  could do a lot of harm to a lot of people in a lot of

  countries. He was going to stop

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  it, stop them, but he had to go outside the usual

  courtroom ballparks to do it do it legally.

  "I asked the normal questions: Was he involved,

  culpable that sort of thing, and he said no, not in any

  indictable sense, but he couldn't be sure whether or

  not he was entirely safe. Naturally, I said he was

  crazy; he should take his information to the

  authorities and let them handle it."

  "Which is exactly what I told him," interrupted

  Converse.

  Fitzpatrick stopped walking and turned to Joel.

  "He said it was more complicated than that."

  "He was right."

  "I find that hard to believe."

  "He's dead. Believe it."

  "That's no answer!"

  "You didn't ask a question," said Converse. "Let's

  walk. Go on. Your contract."

  Bewilderment on his face, the naval officer

  began. "It was very simple," he continued. "He told

  me he would keep me up to date whenever he

  traveled, letting me know if he was seeing anyone

  related to his major concern that's what we called

  it, his 'major concern.' Also anything else that could

  be helpful if . . . if . . . goddamn it, ifl"

  "If what?"

  Fitzpatrick stopped again, his voice harsh. "If

  anything happened to him!"

  Converse let the emotion of the moment pass.

  "And he told you he was going to Geneva to see me.

  The man who knew Avery Preston Fowler Halliday

  as Avery Fowler roughly twenty-odd years ago in

  school."

  "Yes. We'd been over that before when I got him

  the security material on you. He said the time was

  right, the circumstances right. By the way, he thought

  you were the best." Connal permitted himself a brief

  uncomfortable smile. "Almost as good as he was."

  "I wasn't," said Joel, a half-smile returned. "I'm

  still trying to figure out his position on some Class B

  stock in the merger."

  "What?"

  "Nothing. What about Lucas Anstett? I want to

  hear about that."

  "It's in two parts. Press said they'd worked

  through the judge to spring you if you'd agree to

  take on the "

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  "They? Who's they?"

  "I don't know. He never told me."

  "Goddamn it! Sorry, go ahead."

  "That Anstett had talked to your firm's senior

  partners and they said okay if you said okay. That's

  part one. Part two is a personal idiosyncrasy; I'm a

  news freak, and like most of my ilk, I'm tuned into

  the hourly AFR."

  "Clarification. "

  "Armed Forces Radio. Oddly enough, it's

  probably got the best news coverage on the air; it

  pools all the networks. I have one of those small

  transistorised jobs with a couple of shortwave bands

  I pack when I'm traveling."

  "I used to do that," said Converse. "For the BBC,

  mainly because I don't speak French or anything

  else for that matter.

  "They've got good coverage, but they shift bands

  too much. Anyway, I had AFR on early this

  morning and heard the story, such as it was."

  "What was it?"

  "Short on details. His apartment on Central Park

  South was broken into around two in the morning,

  New York time. There were signs of a struggle and

  he was shot in the head "

  "Not quite. According to a housekeeper, nothing

  was taken, so robbery was ruled out. That's it."

  "Jesus. I'll call Larry Talbot. He may have more

  information. There wasn't anything else?"

  "Only a quick sketch of a brilliant jurist. The

  point is nothing was taken."

  "I understand that," broke in Joel. '`1'11 talk to

  Talbot." They started walking again, south along the

  wall. "Last night," continued Converse, '~why did

  you tell Dowling you were an embassy man? You

  must have been at the airport."

  4I'd been at that airport for seven hours going

  from counter to counter asking for passenger

  information, trying to find out what plane you were

  on."

  '~You knew I was on my way to Bonn?"

  .Beale thought you were."

  `Beale?" asked Joel, startled. '4Mykonos'?"

  'Press gave me his name and the number but

  said I wasn't to use either unless the worst

  happened." Fitzpatrick paused. "The worst

  happened," he added.

  'What did Beale tell you?"

  THE AQUITAINE PROGRESSION 175

  'what you went to Paris, and as he understood it,

  you were going to Bonn next."

  "What elseP"

  'Nothing. He said he accepted my credentials, as

  he called them, because I had his name and knew

  how to reach him; only Press could have given me

  that information. But anything else I'd have to learn

  from you, if you felt there was something to tell me.

  IIe was pretty damned cold."

  "He had no choice."

  "Although he did say that in case I couldn't find

  you, he wanted to see me on Mykonos before I

  began raising my voice . . . 'for everything Mr.

  Halliday stood for.' That's the way he put it. I was

  going to give you two more days to get here, if I

  could hold up."

  "Then what? Mykonos?"

  "I'm not sure. I figured I'd call Beale again, but

  he'd have to tell me a lot more than he did to

  convince me."

  "And if he didn't? Or couldn't?"

  "Then I'd have flown straight to Washington and

  gone to whomever the top floor of the Navy

  Department suggested. If you think for one

  goddamned minute I'm going to let this thing pass

  for what it isn t, you're wrong and so is Beale."

  "If you'd have made that clear to him, he would

  have come up with something. You'd have gone to

  Mykonos." Converse reached into his shirt pocket for

  his cigarettes; he offered one to Fitzpatrick, who

  shook his head. "Avery didn't smoke either," said

  Joel aimlessly as he snapped his lighter. "Sorry . . .

  Press." He inhaled.

  "It's okay; that name's how I got you to see me."

  "Let's go back to that a minute. There's a slight

  inconsistency in your testimony, counselor. Let's

  clear it up just so neither one of us make
s a

  mistake."

  "I don't know what you think you're crowding in

  on, but go ahead."

  "You quid you were going to give me two more

  days to get here, is that right?"

  "Yes, if I could make arrangements, get some sleep

  and

  'How did you know I didn't get here two days

  before you

  Fitzpatrick glanced at Joel. "I've been a legal

  officer in the Navy for the past eight years, both as

  defense counsel and as Judge advocate in any

  number of situations not always

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  courts-marhal. They've taken me to most of the

  countries where Washington has reciprocal legal

  agreements."

  'That's a mouthful, but I'm not in the Navy."

  "You were, but I wasn't going to use it if I didn't

  have to, and I didn't. I flew into Dusseldorf, showed

  my naval papers to the Inspektor of immigration, and

  asked for his cooperation. There are seven

  international airports in West Germany. It took

  roughly five minutes with the computers to find out

  that you hadn't entered any of them during theipast

  three days, which was all I was concerned about."

 

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