muscle in his mind and arm. He'd been rehabilitated, but had never gotten back his form. He'd retired, landed a job as a broadcaster, then lost that when his old demons had caught up with him. That had been at least five years before. The last I'd heard of him, he'd been identified by some stringer for UPI after languishing for a week in a Mexican drunk tank. He'd looked positively ghastly in the news photo that had appeared at the time, but now-except for the black eye Garth had given him-he appeared fit and trim. And mean, with his dark, Latin features twisted in frustration and anger.
The man attending to Garth's left arm was Billy Dale Rokan, another retired major league baseball player who'd fallen afoul of various illegal substances, along with a well-publicized statutory rape charge. It appeared that Peter Patton was a baseball buff; but instead of collecting cards, he collected former players. However, the men's jobs certainly seemed to agree with them; Billy Dale Rokan, like Hector Velazian, looked fit enough to trot out on the field again.
'Hello, brother,' Garth said easily, with just the faintest trace of a smile. 'How's your meeting going?'
'I thought I told you to wait in the car.'
'We didn't bring the car.'
'I thought you were going to wait there anyway.'
'I figured we'd better check with you before we called the police, Mr. Patton,' Hector Velazian intoned in his deep, resonant, announcer's voice. 'We checked his identification, and it turns out he's a private investigator with this outfit called Frederickson and Frederickson. I've heard of him; he's a heavy.' The Latin paused, nodded in my direction. 'Him, too. That's his brother.'
The lighter of the Fredericksons said, 'Why don't you guys let go of my brother before I start throwing around office furniture?'
'Mr. Patton?' Billy Dale Rokan said.
'Let him go,' Patton said tersely.
'But Mr. Patton-!'
'I told you to let him go!'
The two ex-ballplayers released Garth's arms, but then moved in to flank him tightly, their shoulders between him and the slight man sitting behind the desk. Garth rubbed his shoulders, then shoved his hands into his pockets, looked up at the ceiling, and yawned.
'We caught him down in the third-level basement, Mr. Patton,' Rokan said as he wiped blood from the corner of his mouth. 'He tripped off a couple of alarms. When we found him, he was trying to pick the lock on the freight elevator. He had no business being down there.'
'Indeed,' Patton replied mildly as he looked at my brother. 'Just what is it you were doing down there, Mr. Frederickson?'
'I was trying to find a way to get up to Blaisdel's penthouse,' Garth replied matter-of-factly as he looked at me. 'What the fuck do you think I was doing down there?'
'Why would you want to do that?'
'I just thought Henry might like some company. I hear he's a virtual shut-in.'
Patton pressed his fingers against his tic and rocked back and forth in his chair for a few moments. Finally he stopped rocking and nodded curtly to Velazian and Rokan. 'Leave us.'
'But-'
'It's all right, Hector. Both of you can leave. And close the door.'
The two guards looked at each other, shot hostile glances at Garth and me, then backed out of the office, with Rokan closing the door behind them.
Garth, who looked-to me-dangerously calm and unperturbed by his tussle with the guards, didn't even glance at Patton. He asked me, 'Did he tell you where we can find the girl?'
'Uh, not exactly.'
'I told you nobody here would cooperate, Mongo. There's something very funny going on here, and it has to do with a lot more than a lousy load of dirt. I told you I could smell the evil here. You're trying to cut a deal with some very freaky people, and you're wasting your time.'
Peter Patton cleared his throat loudly. 'Please sit down, Mr. Frederickson,' he said evenly. 'You seem overwrought. I'm sorry my people had to be so rough with you, but Nuvironment provides security for the entire building, and you were in an area that's closed to the public.'
Now Garth slowly turned to face the man behind the desk. 'I'm not overwrought, pal,' he said very quietly. 'I just get more than a trifle impatient with anybody who'd protect a maniac who gets his rocks off by tearing up the vagina and rectum-and mind-of a child. You know what I mean?'
Patton flushed and leaned forward in his chair. 'That is an absolutely outrageous accusation, Frederickson. As I was saying to your brother, I'll sue you for everything you've got if you dare to repeat it to anyone.'
'Mr. Patton denies that he or his company had anything to do with bringing in the dirt, Garth,' I said in a flat voice, watching Patton's tic-ravaged face. 'Indeed, he's raised the possibility of a competitor stealing Nuvironment's research findings, and he's offered us a retainer to look into the matter. He claims to be as concerned about Vicky Brown's welfare as we are. He's even offered to open up the Nuvironment offices for our inspection. You should have been here during our discussion; he really seems quite sincere.'
'So?' my brother said without much apparent interest. He was staring hard at Patton. 'Did you accept the retainer?'
'I was about to tell him that I couldn't possibly commit to such an arrangement before consulting with my partner.'
'You know, this man's a liar. He's jerking you around.'
Patton started to rise out of his chair; he apparently had second thoughts, because he immediately sat back down. 'You have no right to talk to me like that, Frederickson,' he said tightly, in a dry voice that cracked. 'I deeply resent it. I have a good mind to press charges for trespassing.'
'Mongo, listen to me,' Garth said without taking his eyes off Patton's face. 'If this joker really wants to hire us, it's only to put us off the track. This son-of-a-bitch really is ready to sacrifice the kid in order to protect Kenecky and cover up whatever it is they're really trying to do. I don't want to rush you through this important meeting, of course, but I thought you might like to join me for steaks and whiskey sours.'
'Yeah, you're right,' I said with a sigh. 'I am kind of hungry, and we're running into so much resistance trying to get certain people to give this kid a break that we have to take pains to keep our strength up.' I got to my feet, smiled thinly at the ashen-faced executive sitting behind the glass and steel desk. 'Well, Mr. Patton, what can I say? My brother informs me that you're a liar-which means that you prefer protecting a child molester to giving us just one simple piece of information. Frankly, I don't understand it. I just hope Henry Blaisdel and you people in Nuvironment don't have second thoughts about all of this when we do find your lousy pile of dirt-which we are most definitely going to do. You might even think about preparing a letter of resignation, because, as of now, all bets are off on Garth and me keeping whatever it is we find to ourselves.'
As I turned and started toward my brother and the door, Peter Patton, now red-faced, leaped up from his chair and came stalking around his desk. 'Wait a minute!' he shouted in a squeaky voice. 'Just who the hell do you two think you are?! One of you is a trespasser, and both of you are slanderers! I can bring charges! The Frederickson brothers aren't going to be so high and mighty if they get their private investigator licenses revoked, will they?! As a matter of fact, I think I definitely will-!'
The executive director of Nuvironment abruptly stopped speaking when his air supply was cut off-the result of Garth's grabbing him by the tie and collar and lifting him up on his toes. Patton's eyes went wide, and his mouth opened and closed as he struggled to breathe.
'You've got a lot more to worry about than causing trouble for the Fredericksons in various city agencies, Mr. Patton,' Garth said in a perfectly mild, conversational tone of voice that somehow reminded me of the sound of a sharp knife cutting through silk. 'We don't need licenses to search for the child. When we find her, and we most certainly will, I'm going to make a judgment about her condition. With your cooperation, Mongo and I could probably have found her this evening; now it's going to take longer. If I decide that this unnecessary delay has resulted in additional damage to her mind and body, more than she's already suffered, this Frederickson brother is going to come back here and kill you. Now, there's a very serious threat from one of us that you can add to your charges of slander and trespassing. Have I made myself clear, Mr. Patton?'
Garth casually cocked his head to one side and raised his eyebrows slightly, as if waiting for a response from
