'You do,' he said.

I nodded.

'We want to take him down,' I said.

'We?'

'Me and a friend of mine.'

'Friend who was almost shot to death last year?'

'Yes.'

'Blames Boots?'

'We know Boots had something to do with it,' I said. 'You been keeping tabs on us?'

Epstein grinned at me.

'We don't like Boots, either,' he said.

'You've been keeping tabs on Boots,' I said.

Epstein pointed at me in affirmation.

'And up we popped,' I said.

'You and Hawk,' Epstein said.

'So what can you tell me?'

'You first,' he said.

'Off the record,' I said.

'You expect to engage in criminal activity in this venture?' Epstein said.

'Just being careful,' I said. 'It is possible that Hawk might, unknowingly, violate a federal statute.'

'I work for the federal government,' Epstein said. 'I am not unfamiliar with criminal activity.'

'Good point,' I said. 'So, off the record?'

Epstein nodded, and chewed some more lettuce. I told him the part about Hawk and the Ukrainians, and Hawk getting shot, and us dismantling Boots's operation to even things up. I trusted Epstein. I'd worked with him before. I told him about Tony Marcus and Brock Rimbaud, and the adventures we'd had in Marshport. Epstein listened silently while he ate his salad.

'I heard there was a Ukrainian guy got himself popped over on Blue Hill Ave a while ago.'

'People are often popped on Blue Hill Ave,' I said.

'Most of them aren't Ukrainian.'

'Well,' I said. 'Not all of them, certainly.'

'You and Hawk in on that?'

I smiled.

'I'll take that as a yes,' Epstein said.

The waiter brought him some broiled scallops. Epstein started on them at once. I continued with my lobster stew.

'You talk to Ives at all?' Epstein said.

'Ives?'

'Yeah. You talk with him?'

'Why would I talk with Ives?' I said.

Epstein shrugged.

'I know you know him,' Epstein said. 'Got the Ukrainian connection. Ives is on the foreign side of things.'

'You been in touch with Ives,' I said.

'Yes.'

'So you know I talked with him, because he told you.'

Epstein stabbed a scallop with his fork and disposed of it.

'Well, since you put it that way,' he said. 'Yes.'

'We needed a tough guy that spoke Ukrainian,' I said. 'I figured Ives would be a better source than Berlitz.'

'He gave you the Gray Man,' Epstein said between scallops.

I sat back and put my spoon down.

'Rugar,' I said.

'His name changes more often than his appearance,' Epstein said. 'I always call him the Gray Man.'

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