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Again he nodded. “Yeah. And when Benny Orbach came around there, he recognized me. He knew me as this kid who used to be a runner for Big Zappo, and remembered the safe in the cellar.”

Orbach must have been the other guy in Bettie’s office photo, the big guy with his back to the camera.

“What was Orbach doing at Credentials?”

“This atomic heist, it was already in the works. Orbach knew his ass was on the line, getting involved with something that big — I mean, it’s the kind of crime you do federal time on. There are people who consider that kind of heist, you know... unpatriotic or some shit.”

“The word is treason, Bucky.”

Despite all the junk he was on, Bucky had a hysterical edge in his squeaky voice. “Listen, I didn’t even know what was gettin’ heisted. I only figured it out later, when it got in the papers. All I knew was, Orbach needed a lead-lined vault for something hot.”

Something really hot.

“But you knew Orbach was laying his ass on the line,” I reminded him.

“Yeah, but not why. Later, I put that together.”

I leaned in closer. “The girl, Bucky — the girl Bettie Marlow. Why her? Why was she abducted?”

He smiled but it looked sick. “I don’t know, Shooter. Honest, man, that was nothing I was part of. But I can guess....”

“Guess then.”

“See, it’s what you asked before — Orbach, he put together a big file on everything he knew about the East Coast mobsters. Real insider stuff. Names, dates, you name it.”

“Why?”

“Orbach thought with a high-risk caper like this, he should take out an insurance policy. If he got caught, if he took this rap, he wanted to know he’d be safe in stir. That nobody would slip a shiv between his ribs, in the lunch line, to make sure the feds didn’t get the real skinny on who was behind the atomic heist.”

“And the young woman who worked at Credentials?”

He paused, his eyes jumpy.

Then he blurted, “Why don’t you just say it, Shooter?”

“Say what, Bucky?”

“That she was your girl! You were going to marry her, right? Don’t pretend she isn’t what this is all about.”

I felt the muscles along my spine twitch.

“You knew, Bucky?” I said, keeping my tone steady. “Back then, you knew about Bettie and me?”

This nod was hesitant, then followed by two quicker assertive ones. “And when I saw Orbach at Credentials, and figured out that the Shooter’s girl had been the one who’d entered the mob data he’d entrusted to them? Well, then I knew Orbach was screwed.”

My hand clenched the edge of his pillow. “And you told him?”

“No! I swear I didn’t.”

It was hard work keeping my voice steady, but I managed. “Why not, Bucky? Why didn’t you tell Orbach?”

“Because... because I told the guys I was working for instead.”

I swallowed hard, but I kept my expression calm. “Mob guys, you mean.”

“Yeah. See, I... Shooter, I’m going to level with you. I’m going to level with you because it’s my best shot at not really pissing you off. And all I want right now is to not piss you off, okay?”

“Okay.”

Now Bucky spoke slowly, as if to a child. “The reason I was working at Credentials was because some top- secret government stuff was going through there. I don’t know why some little hole-in-the-wall computer outfit had such confidential federal dope on file, and I don’t know how the guys I worked for knew, neither. But they had stuff on file, all right, information about weapons and munitions stolen from federal armories... and about sales of the stuff to foreign countries. Enemy countries.”

“Why was that of interest to mobsters?”

“Because this atomic shipment was coming through, and the heist was all planned and everything... and they needed to know the players.”

“The potential buyers, you mean.”

“What else? That was what I was trying to get for them, that info... and my computer repair job with Credentials, that was my cover.”

“And did you get that info, Bucky?”

“Hell, yes. Stealing candy from a baby.”

“What about the files on your mob pals that Orbach left with Credentials?”

He shrugged. “I erased the sons of bitches. Wiped the computer drives clean. Used a magnet on the back-up discs, too.” His eyes tightened. “Only, I knew your girl...” But the words caught in his throat.

“Spill it, Bucky.”

His eyes were wild. “Shooter, now I’m leveling with you, man, you need this information, don’t go apeshit on me, man.”

“You give me what I need, Bucky, you never had a better friend.”

“Okay. Okay. This was a long time ago, and I was a stupid greedy little punk who didn’t know right from wrong.”

I decided not to remind him he’d been trying to sell the guts of a nuke to terrorists earlier this evening.

“Go on, Bucky.”

“I... I knew Bettie, knew she’d made copies of the files and took ’em home with her. And I knew she was your girl, and it was obvious that she was going to turn ’em over to you.”

If I smothered him with a pillow, no one would hear. If I covered his face with a pillow and used it to muffle t... .45, no one would hear that either.

“Don’t... don’t look at me like that, Shooter.”

“They’re still after her, aren’t they, Bucky?”

“I wouldn’t know, honest, man, I wouldn’t know! I had no idea they was going to snatch that snatch of yours!”

My hand clenched the pillowcase cloth again.

“Shooter, you got to believe me, I wanted no part of that shit. Why do you think I paid to fake my damn death? I wanted out, I got out, disappeared upstate and I been straight ever since. Computer repair, to this day. You think it’s easy keeping up on this computer crap, competing with these kids who had computers in their damn playpens?”

“I feel for you, Bucky. But like the man says, I just can’t reach you.”

“Shooter... Shooter....”

“If you went straight, what were you doing back in the big city, on that street, in that old building?”

“I saw in the papers Orbach was out of stir and then right away he bought the farm. So I kind of started thinking about the safe and what was in it, and how I must be the last one to know about it. And how, you know, valuable them contents was.”

“Why would a straight successful businessman start thinking bad things like that, Bucky?”

“I told you it’s been tough, competing. Plus I lost everything in my divorce, and... but it was just me thinking. I didn’t do anything about it. Not at first.”

“Oh?”

A short nod. “Then when those Saudi guys contacted me about buying the old building, I checked on the atomic stash and, damn, if it wasn’t still there! Orbach dead, and so many of the old mob guys gone. Why not make a buck?”

“So the Saudis didn’t approach you about the contents of that safe?”

“No — they’re developers. They’re going to build friggin’ condos or something. But I figured they might be