Stone’s hands danced over the keyboard; a second later he turned to Hanley.

“What timing,” Stone said. “He’s just now checking in.”

Stone waited until the data filled the screen. “Room twenty-two fourteen,” he said.

“Hyatt Regency, room twenty-two fourteen,” Hanley said to Lincoln, “and grab him fast—if he asked the cab to wait, he’s headed for the airport soon.”

“Got it,” Lincoln said. “Then what?”

“Bring him here.”

Reyes steered up the driveway to the Hyatt Regency.

“Room number twenty-two fourteen,” Lincoln said. “We grab him and bring him to the Oregon.”

Reyes stopped the car and slid it into Park. “You got any money?”

“Sure, what for?” Lincoln asked.

“There’s the cab,” Reyes said, pointing. “Pay him off and tell him to leave. Then meet me on the twenty-second floor.”

MICHAEL Talbot paid the bellman, then closed the door. He was due at the airport any minute, but he was grimy and decided on a quick shower. Undressing, he walked into the bathroom and adjusted the shower.

Tom Reyes reached into his wallet and removed a universal key card. Then he slid it through the slot and waited until the light went green. Then he slowly opened the door. At first, he thought no one was in the room, then he heard the shower running. Reyes started to close the door but heard the sound of footsteps approaching down the hall. He peered out and saw Lincoln. Reyes touched his finger to his lips, then motioned Lincoln inside.

“BARRETT,” Hanley said, “are you cross-trained in the Magic Shop?”

“I’ve worked it before,” Barrett said.

“Go down there and warm up the latex machine.”

“You’ve got it, boss,” Barrett said, walking quickly out of the control room.

TALBOT was toweling himself off and trying to decide what he would wear. He stepped from the bathroom and into the bedroom. A large black man was sitting at his table, and the image so surprised him that his mind was unable to process the discovery for a second.

Then, from the side of the door, he felt a hand around his mouth. He was thrown facedown on the bed, his eyes pressed tight against the bedspread. Next, he was quickly gagged and blindfolded, and his arms and legs secured with plastic ties.

Earplugs were slipped into his ears. He could not hear Reyes tell Lincoln, “I’ll go find a room service cart. You stay here.”

Lincoln nodded and flipped on the television. Their prisoner was not going anywhere. He lay trussed like a Thanksgiving turkey, not moving a muscle. Eight minutes later, Lincoln and Reyes had snuck him out a back entrance of the hotel, then brought the car around and slid him onto the backseat.

“I’m hungry,” Reyes said as he reached over to place the car in Drive.

“Man,” Lincoln said, “you always say that.”

25

AT the same instant that Reyes and Lincoln were pulling alongside the Oregon and parking, Max Hanley was checking a device in the Magic Shop. In the background, on one of the numerous workbenches, the machine that heated liquid latex beeped to signal it was at operating temperature, then automatically went to standby.

Hanley turned and stared at the latex machine, then diverted his eyes back to the small box in his hand. “Okay,” Hanley said to Barrett, “let’s try it again.”

“Testing, one, two, three,” Barrett said. “The brown cow jumped over the red moon, four score and seven years ago our—”

“That’s fine,” Hanley said, cutting him off.

He stared at the small box, then placed it to his throat and repeated what Barrett had said. Staring at a computer screen displaying a series of bar graphs, he noted the discrepancy and adjusted a series of tiny stainless-steel screws on the rear of the box with an optometrist’s screwdriver. “Go again.”

“I did not have sex with that woman, Miss Lewinsky,” Barrett said. “Read my lips, no new taxes. Out of respect for the family, I will not answer that question, la de dah.”

“Hold on,” Hanley said.

He repeated Barrett’s ramblings while staring at the screen. Barrett watched and raised an eyebrow. His voice was coming from Hanley’s mouth. It was both eerie and amazing.

“My mother couldn’t tell the difference,” he said.

“Modern technology,” Hanley said, “still astounds me.”

“How are you going to attach it?” Barrett asked.

Hanley showed him.

REYES glanced around the port; no one was watching. With Lincoln’s help, he removed Talbot from the rear seat, then dragged him up the gangplank onto the Oregon. Met at the inner door by Julia Huxley, the trio was directed down to the Magic Shop. Talbot, still blindfolded, stumbled down the passages, into the elevator, then along the last stretch of hallway until they reached the Magic Shop. Once Lincoln opened the door, Reyes directed Talbot to a chair, then sat him down and placed straps across his body. A light was moved to the front of Talbot’s seat, then turned on. Talbot

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