The door opened and Costello was standing there.
He looked like Yankee Doodle Dandy: white slacks, a blue blazer, a red silk scarf flouncing around
his neck.
“Well, well,” I said, “it?s Captain America.”
By that time I was ready to take on the Russian army.
“You just never give up, do you, Kilmer?” he said, in that flat, no-nonsense lawyer?s voice of his.
“Offhand, I?d say your little bubble has blown sky high,” I said.
“You talk big for a man who could be sixty seconds from his own funeral,” he said. “Notice I said
could be. I?m all that?s standing between Nance and a bullet in your head.”
I ignored the threat. “You?re going across, Costello. First murder, now kidnapping. I?ve been wrong
about you. I thought you were smarter than the rest of these wahoos. You just wear cuter clothes.”
Doe was hanging on to my hand like a drowning woman.
“Why don?t you let her go?” I said. “This is between us boys.”
“I didn?t have anything to do with this,” he said. “I?ve been out on the water for the past four hours.
My cuffs are clean.”
“I can hardly wait to see the look n the jury?s face when you run that one by them.”
He pulled a chair over and sat down in front of us.