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Julius shook his head. "You've thought of everything." |
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"It's how we clear the tracks," Frank said. |
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"One more week and it'll all be behind us," McDermott said. |
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Julius winced but said nothing. |
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"Think of it this way, Dr. Wick," McDermott said. "While you're in your office reviewing legislation on new life forms, our men will be working around the clock to clear any signs of your past, ah . . . transgressions. And when it's over, we go our way and you get a cleaned-up little pied-à-terre just west of Boston." |
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Julius looked at him. "Your sense of irony is lost on me, Mr. McDermott." |
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McDermott smiled. "Why should you be any different?" he said, and finished off his Pepsi. |
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The Lear landed a little before nine and taxied to the private hangar where a Lincoln Town Car waited for them. The chauffeur greeted Julius and Claire, took DeVoe and McDermott's bags and placed them in the trunk. They said goodbye to Claire and Julius, who were continuing in the Lear to New York State for the long holiday weekend. |
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Fifteen minutes later the Lincoln was heading up Dartmouth Street in midtown Boston to drop off DeVoe and McDermott at the Westin Hotel. It was where they would stay until the neutralizing process was underway. They would keep Julius and Claire posted by phone. |
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They took separate rooms on the eleventh floor with a view of Back Bay and the Charles River. About nine-forty-five they strolled into the piano bar on the second floor. The place was a large, open room with stuffed chairs and love seats hunched around glass tables. At the center was a glossy white grand piano. Because it was the holiday weekend, the place was nearly empty. They took a seat out of the way and ordered beer. |
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"They've got a nice fish restaurant downstairs. Great chowder," Danny McDermott said. "You're hungry, aren't you?" |
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Frank DeVoe shook his head and took a large swig of beer. "But I'll join you." |
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"Forget it," McDermott said, and waved over the waitress, who |
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