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the situation warranted because they were desperate for action。 Olbier dropped his cards on the floor； and Jones threw his on the table； and they reached for the two headsets as if this was World War II and they were expecting to overhear a top…secret conversation between Hitler and Goring。
Their equipment was set to open the line and lock in a tracer pulse if Dilworth did not answer by the sixth ring。 Because he knew the attorney was not at home and that the phone would not be answered； Olbier overrode the program and opened the line after the second ring。
On the puter screen； green letters announced： NOW TRACING。
And on the open line； a man said； 〃Hello？〃
〃Hello；〃 Jones said into the mike on his headset。
The caller's number and his local Santa Barbara address appeared on the screen。 This system worked much like the 911 police emergency puter； providing instant identification of the caller。 But now； above the address on the screen； a pany's rather than an individual's name appeared： TELEPHONE SOLICITATIONS； INC。
On the line； responding to Denny Jones； the caller said； 〃Sir； I'm pleased to tell you that you have been selected to receive a free eight…by…ten photograph and ten free pocket prints of any…〃
Jones said； 〃Who is this？〃
The puter was now searching data banks of Santa Barbara street addresses to cross…check the ID of the caller。
The voice on the phone said； 〃Well； I'm calling in behalf of Olin Mills； sir； the photography studio； where the finest quality…〃
〃Wait a sec；〃 Jones said。
The puter verified the identity of the telephone subscriber who placed the call： Dilworth was getting a sales pitch； nothing more。
〃I don't want any！〃 Jones said sharply； and disconnected。
〃Shit；〃 Olbier said。
〃Pinochle？〃 Jones said。
In addition to the six men who had been at the harbor； Lem called in four more from the temporary HQ at the courthouse。
He stationed five along the perimeter of the Oceanside park； a few hundred yards apart。 Their job was to watch the wide avenue that separated the park from a business district； where there were a lot of motels but also restaurants； Yogurt shops； gift shops； and other retail enterprises。 All of the businesses had phones； of course； and even some of the motels would have pay phones in their front offices； using any of them； the attorney could alert Travis and Nora Cornell。 At this hour on a Saturday evening； some stores were closed； but some of them…and all of the restaurants…were open。 Dilworth must not be permitted to cross the street。
The sea wind was stiffening and growing chillier。 The men stood with their hands in their jackets； heads tucked down； shivering。
Palm fronds were rattled by sudden gusts。 Tree…roosting birds shrilled in alarm； then resettled。
Lem sent another agent to the southwest corner of the park； out by the base of the breakwater that separated the public beach from the harbor on the other side。 His job was to prevent Dilworth from returning to the breakwater； climbing it； and sneaking back across the harbor to phones in another part of the city。
A seventh man was dispatched to the northwest corner of the park； down by the water line； to be sure Dilworth did not proceed north onto private beaches and into residential areas where he might persuade someone to allow him to use an unmonitored phone。
Just Lem； Cliff； and Hank were left to b through the park and adjoining beach in search of the attorney。 He knew he had too few men for the job； but these ten…plus Olbier and Jones at the telephone pany…were the only people he had in town。 He could see no point ordering in more agents from the Los Angeles office； by the time they arrived； Dilworth would either have been found and stopped…or would have succeeded in calling the Cornells。
The roofless all…terrain vehicle was equipped with a roll bar。 It had two bucket seats； behind which was a four…foot…long cargo area that could acmodate additional passengers or a considerable amount of gear。
Garrison was flat on his stomach on the floor of the cargo hold； under a blanket。 Two teenage boys were in the bucket seats； and two more were in the cargo hold on top of Garrison； sprawled as if they were sitting on nothing more than a pile of blankets。 They were trying to keep the worst of their weight off Garrison； but he still felt half…crushed。
The engine sounded like angry wasps： a high； hard buzzing。 It deafened Garrison because his right ear was flat against the cargo bed； which transmitted and amplified every vibration。
Fortunately； the soft beach provided a relatively smooth ride。
The vehicle stopped accelerating； slowed； and the engine noise dropped dramatically。
〃Shit；〃 one of the boys whispered to Garrison； 〃there's a guy ahead with a flashlight； flagging us down。〃
They drew to a halt； and over the whispery idling of the engine； Garrison heard a man say； 〃Where you boys headed？〃
〃Up the beach。〃
〃That's private property up there。 You have any right up there？〃
〃It's where we live；〃 Tommy； the driver； responded。
〃Is that so？〃
〃Don't we look like a bunch of spoiled rich kids？〃 one of them asked； playing wiseass。
〃What you been up to？〃 the man asked suspiciously。
〃Beach cruisin'； hangin' out。 But it got too cold。〃
〃You boys been drinking？〃
You dolt； Garrison thought as he listened to the interrogator。 These are teenagers you're talking to； poor creatures whose hormonal imbalances have thrown them into rebellion against all authority for the next couple of years。 I have their sympathy because I'm in flight from the cops； and they'll take my side without even knowing what I've done。 If you want their cooperation； you'll never get it by bullying them。
〃Drinking？ Hell no；〃 another boy said。 〃Check the cooler in back if you want。 Nothing in it but Dr。 Pepper。〃
Garrison； who was pressed up against the ice chest； hoped to God the man would not e around to the back of the vehicle and have a look。 If the guy got that close he would almost surely see there was something vaguely human about the shape under the blanket on which the boys were sitting。
〃Dr。 Pepper； huh？ What kind of beer was in there before you drank it all？〃
〃Hey； man；〃 Tommy said。 〃Why're you hassling us？ Are you a cop or what？〃
〃Yeah； in fact； I am。〃
〃Where's your uniform？〃 one of the boys asked。
〃Undercover。 Listen； I'm disposed to let you kids go on； not check your breath for liquor or anything。 But I have to know…did you see an old white…haired guy on the beach tonight？〃
〃Who cares about old guys？〃 one of the boys asked。 〃We were looking for women。〃
〃You'd have noticed this old character if you'd seen him。 He'd most likely have been wearing swim trunks。〃
〃Tonight？〃 Tommy said。 〃It's almost December； man。 You feel that wind？〃
〃Maybe he was wearing something else。〃
〃Didn't see him；〃 Tommy said。 〃No old guy with white hair。 Any you guys see him？〃
The other three said they had not seen any old fart fitting the description they had been given； and then they were allowed to drive on； north from the public beach； into a residential area of seaside homes and private beaches。
When they had rounded a low hill and were out of si