edge of the desk. The heart monitor was beeping a monotonous background to Harry Raines? strained
breathing. He was muttering, then a pause, then he cried out, “Doe!”
Seaborn?s eyes bulged. His Adam?s apple was doing a little dance.
I turned the player off.
“He said a lot before he died,” I lied.
Seaborn?s tough shell began to peel away. He stared at the recorder as if it were a black widow spider
crawling across the desk toward him.
“We were talking about what I know,” I said. “I know you called Sam Donleavy at Babs „Thomas?
party a little after seven. I know you were in the bank because your lights were seen by two witnesses.
I know that when Harry Raines was shot, he was either walking from his office in the warehouse
toward here, or from here toward his office. It?s illogical to think he was meeting somebody in the
park, it was too foggy. Whoever shot him was either waiting for him or caught up with him.”
His fingers started playing on the desk again.
I said, “He came here and braced you about Tagliani. You broke down, and before it was over, you?d
told him the whole story. He threatened to expose you, and when he left, you went out the back door
of the bank, followed him, and shot him.”
His face turned purple. “You?re insane!” he screamed. “I don?t even own a gun. And I didn?t have
time to run after him. I was still sitting right here when—”
He stopped babbling and fell back in his chair.
“When you heard the shot,” I said.
He sat dead still for a full minute; then his face went to pieces and he nodded.
“1 swear to Cod I don?t know who shot Harry,” he said, almost whimpering. “I?ve done nothing
illegal. There was nothing illegal in the way Cohen?s money was handled.”
“It?s a subterfuge,” I said.
“You?re guessing,” he said. “Besides, that?s not what Harry was so angry about.”
“He was angry because you?d gotten into bed with the wrong people, right?” I said.
“That?s as good a way of putting it as any,” he said.
“What did you tell Sam Donleavy on the phone?”
“I told him... I told him Harry knew everything. 1 couldn?t help it. Harry came here and he was insane
with anger. Abusive. He could always intimidate me with that cold stare of his, anyway. I don?t know
why he suddenly got so upset. He went crazy. 1 told him everything. I tried to make him understand
how it happened, that we didn?t know who Turner really was until it was too late. He was screaming
about trust and loyalty.”
