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and walking and sailing。 Initially； their relationship had been strictly platonic； they were simply old friends who had the fortune…or misfortune…to outlast everyone they most cared about； and they needed each other because they shared so many good times and memories that would be diminished when there was no longer anyone left with whom to reminisce。 A year ago； when they suddenly found themselves in bed together； they had been surprised and overwhelmed with guilt。 They felt as if they were cheating on their spouses； though Jack and Francine had died years ago。 The guilt passed； of course； and now they were grateful for the panionship and gently burning passion that had unexpectedly brightened their late…autumn years。
When he pulled into Della's driveway； she came out of the house； locked the front door； and hurried to his car。 She was dressed in boat shoes； white slacks； a blue… and white…striped sweater； and a blue windbreaker。 Although she was sixty…nine； and though her short hair was snow…white； she looked fifteen years younger。
He got out of the Mercedes； gave her a hug and a kiss； and said； 〃Can we go in your car？〃
She blinked； 〃Are you having trouble with yours？〃
〃No；〃 he said。 〃I'd just rather take yours。〃
〃Sure。〃
She backed her Caddy out of the garage； and he got in on the passenger's side。 As she pulled into the street； he said； 〃I'm afraid my car might be bugged； and I don't want them hearing what I've got to tell you。〃
Her expression was priceless。
Laughing； he said； 〃No； I've not gone senile overnight。 If you'll keep an eye on the rearview mirrow as you drive； you'll see we're being followed。 They're very good； very subtle； but they're not invisible。〃
He gave her time； and after a few blocks Della said； 〃The green Ford； is it？〃
〃That's them。〃
〃What've you gotten yourself into； dear？〃
〃Don't go straight to the harbor。 Drive to the farmer's market； and we'll buy some fresh fruit。 Then drive to a liquor store； and we'll buy some wine。 By then； I'll have told you everything。〃
〃Have you some secret life I've never suspected？〃 she asked； grinning at him。 〃Are you a geriatric James Bond？〃
Yesterday； Lem Johnson had reopened a temporary headquarters in a claustrophobic office at the Santa Barbara Courthouse。 The room had one narrow window。 The walls were dark； and the overhead lighting fixture was so dim it left the corners full of hanging shadows like misplaced scarecrows。 The borrowed furniture consisted of rejects from other offices。 He had worked out of here in the day following the Hockney killing； but had closed it up after a week； when there was nothing more to be done in the area。 Now； with the hope that Dilworth would lead them to the Cornells； Lem reopened the cramped field HQ； plugged in the phones； and waited for developments。
He shared the office with one assisting agent…Jim Vann…who was an almost too…earnest and too…dedicated twenty…five…year…old。
At the moment； Cliff Soames was in charge of the six…man team at the harbor； overseeing not only the NSA agents spotted throughout the area； but also coordinating the coverage of Garrison Dilworth with the Harbor Patrol and the Coast Guard。 The shrewd old man apparently realized he was being followed； so Lem expected him； to make a break； to try to shake surveillance long enough to place a call to the Cornells in private。 The most logical way for Garrison to throw off his tail was to head out to sea； go up or down the coast； put ashore on a launch； and telephone Cornell before his pursuers could relocate him。 But he would be surprised to find himself acpanied out of the harbor by the local patrol； then； at sea； he would be followed by a Coast Guard cutter standing by for that purpose。
At three…forty； Cliff called to report that Dilworth and his lady friend were Sitting on the deck of the Amazing Grace； eating fruit and sipping wine； reminiscing a lot； laughing a little。 〃From what we can pick up with directional microphones and from what we can see； I'd say they don't have any intention of going anywhere。 Except maybe to bed。 They sure do seem to be a randy old pair。〃
〃Stay with them；〃 Lem said。 〃I don't trust him。〃
Another call came through from the search team that had secretly entered Dilworth's house minutes after he had left。 They had found nothing related to the Cornells or the dog。
Dilworth's office had been carefully searched last night； and nothing had been found there； either。 Likewise； a study of his phone records did not produce a number for the Cornells； if he had called them in the past； he always did so from a pay phone。 An examination of his AT&T credit…card records showed no such calls； so if he had used a pay phone； he had not billed it to himself but had reversed the charges to the Cornells； leaving nothing to be traced。 Which was not a good sign。 Obviously； Dilworth had been exceedingly cautious even before he had known he was being watched。
Saturday； afraid the dog might be ing down with a cold； Travis kept an eye on Einstein。 But the retriever sneezed only a couple of times and did not cough at all； and he seemed to be fit。
A freight pany delivered ten large cartons containing all of Nora's finished canvases that had been left behind in Santa Barbara。 A couple of weeks ago； using a friend's return address to insure that no link would exist between him and Nora 〃Aimes；〃 Garrison Dilworth had shipped the paintings to their new house。
Now； unpacking and unwrapping the canvases； creating piles of paper padding in the living room； Nora was transported。 Travis knew that； for many years； this work was what she had lived for； and he could see that having the paintings with her again was not only a great joy to her but would probably spur her to return to her new canvases； in the spare bedroom； with greater enthusiasm。
〃You want to call Garrison and thank him？〃 he asked。
〃Yes； absolutely！〃 she said。 〃But first； let's unpack them all and make sure none of them is damaged。〃
Posted around the harbor； posing as yacht owners and fishermen； Cliff Soames and the other NSA agents watched Dilworth and Della Colby and eavesdropped on them electronically as the day waned。 Twilight descended without any indication that Dilworth intended to put to sea。 Soon night fell； yet the attorney and his woman made no move。
Half an hour after dark； Cliff Soames got weary of pretending to fish off the stern of a Cheoy Lee sixty…six…foot sport yacht docked four slips away from Dilworth's。 He climbed the steps； went into the pilot's cabin； and pulled the headphones off Hank Gorner； the agent who was monitoring the old couple's conversation through a directional mike。 He listened for himself。
〃。 。 。 the time in Acapulco when Jack hired that fishing boat。 。
〃。 。 。 yes； the whole crew looked like pirates！〃
〃。 。 。 we thought we'd have our throats cut； be dumped at sea。 。
but then it turned out they were all divinity students 。 。 studying to be missionaries。 。 。 and Jack said。 。
Returning the headphones； Cliff said； 〃Still reminiscing！〃
The other agent nodded。 The cabin light was out； and Hank was illuminated only by a small； hooded； built…in work lamp above