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Mark Birck； a highly regarded criminal defense specialist in Miami。 Birck was not delighted at receiving the call during dinner； but he listened anyway。 Sandy gave the ten…minute version of the Patrick saga； including the latest development with Eva in jail somewhere in Miami。 Thus the call。 Birck showed an interest； and claimed a thorough knowledge of immigration law as well as criminal procedure。 He would make two calls； after dinner。 Sandy agreed to phone him back in an hour。
It took three calls to locate Cutter； and twenty minutes of wheedling before he would agree to meet for coffee at a doughnut shop。 Sandy drove there； and while waiting for Cutter called Birck again。
Birck reported that Eva Miranda was indeed in custody in a federal detention center in Miami。 She had not yet been formally charged with any crime； but it was early。 There was no way to see her tonight； and it would be difficult to see her tomorrow。 Under the law； the FBI and the U。S。 Customs Service can hold an alien caught traveling under a bogus passport for up to four days before a release can be applied for。 Makes sense； Birck explained； considering the circumstances。 These people tend to disappear quickly。
Birck had been in the detention center several times visiting clients； and； as these places went； it was not bad。 She was in her own private cell； and generally safe。 With luck； she would have access to a telephone in the morning。
Without providing too much detail； Sandy stressed that there was no rush in getting her released。 There were people looking for her on the outside。 Birck promised to pull strings early in the morning and try to see her。
His fee would be ten thousand dollars； which Sandy agreed to pay。
He hung up as Cutter swaggered into the doughnut shop and sat at a table by the front window； as promised。 Sandy locked his car and followed him in。
DINNER was packaged food； microwaved and served on a well…worn plastic tray。 Though she was hungry； the thought of eating it hardly crossed her mind。 It was delivered to her cinder…blocked cell by two heavy women in uniform； keys dangling from chains around their waists。 One asked how she was doing。 She mumbled something in Portuguese and they left her alone。 The door was thick metal with a small square hole in it。 Voices of other women prisoners could occasionally be heard； but the place was generally quiet。
She had never been in jail before； not even as a lawyer。 Other than Patrick； she couldn't recall a friend who'd been incarcerated。 The initial shock yielded to fear； then to humiliation at being caged like a criminal。 Only the thought of her poor father kept her focused during the first hours。 No doubt his conditions were far worse than hers。 She prayed that they were not hurting him。
The praying came easier in jail。 She prayed for her father； and she prayed for Patrick。 She resisted the temptation to blame him for her troubles； though it would've been easy。 Most of the blame rested with her。 She had panicked and run too quickly。 Patrick had taught her how to move without leaving a trail； how to vanish。 The mistake was her fault； not his。
The false passport charges were minor； she decided； and could be dealt with in short order。 In a violent country without enough jail cells； surely such a simple offense from such a noncriminal could be handled swiftly with a small fine and a quick deportation。
She found fort in the money。 Tomorrow she would demand an attorney； a good one with clout。 Phone calls would be made to officials in Brasilia； she knew their names。 If necessary； the money could be used to bully everyone in sight。 She would be out before long； then back home to rescue her father。 She would hide somewhere in Rio； it would be simple。
The cell was warm； and locked； and guarded by lots of people with guns。 It was a safe place； she decided。 The men who hurt Patrick and now had her father couldn't touch her。
She turned off the ceiling light and stretched out on the narrow bunk。 The FBI would be anxious to tell Patrick that she was in custody； so he probably knew by now。 She could see him with his legal pad； running lines here and there； analyzing this latest development from an amazing variety of angles。 By now； Patrick had conceived no fewer than ten ways to rescue her。 And he wouldn't sleep until he had the list pared down to the best three plans。
The fun was in the planning； he always said。
CUTTER ORDERED a caffeine…free soda and a chocolate doughnut。 He was off…duty； so the standard dark suit and white shirt were replaced by jeans and short sleeves。 Smirking came naturally for him。 Now that they had found the girl and locked her up； he was especially cocky。
Sandy ate a ham sandwich in four bites。 It was almost 9 P。M。 Lunch had been hospital food with Patrick； a long time ago。 〃We need to have a serious talk；〃 he said。 The shop was packed and his voice was low。
〃I'm listening；〃 Cutter said。
Sandy swallowed； wiped his mouth； leaned even closer and said； 〃Don't take this the wrong way； but we need to include other people。〃
〃Like who？〃
〃Like the people above you。 People in Washington。〃
Cutter pondered this for a minute as he watched the traffic move along Highway 90。 The Gulf was a hundred yards away。
〃Sure；〃 he said。 〃But I gotta tell them something。〃
Sandy glanced around。 Not a single person was even casually looking their way。 〃What if I can prove that the Aricia claim against Platt & Rockland was pletely fraudulent； that he conspired with the Bogan firm to defraud the government； and that Bogan's cousin； the Senator； was a part of the conspiracy and was to have received several million bucks under the table？〃
〃A wonderful story。〃
〃I can prove it。〃
〃And if we believe it； then we're supposed to allow Mr。 Lanigan to make some type of restitution and walk away。〃
〃Perhaps。〃
〃Not so fast。 There's still the matter of the dead body。〃
Cutter casually took a bite of his doughnut and chewed it thoughtfully。 Then； 〃What kind of proof？〃
〃Documents； recorded phone calls； all sorts of things。〃
〃Admissible in court？〃
〃Most of it。〃
〃Enough for convictions？〃
〃A box full。〃
〃Where's the box？〃
〃In the trunk of my car。〃
Cutter instinctively looked over his shoulder in the general direction of the parking lot。 Then he stared at Sandy。 〃This is stuff Patrick gathered before he split？〃
〃Correct。 He got wind of the Aricia matter。 The firm was planning to kick him out； so he very patiently collected the dirt。〃
〃Bad marriage； etc。； etc。； so he took the money and ran。〃
〃No。 He ran； then took the money。〃
〃Whatever。 So now he wants to cut a deal； huh？〃
〃Of course。 Wouldn't you？〃
〃What about the murder？〃
〃That's a state matter； not really your concern。 We'll deal with it later。〃
〃We can make it our concern。〃
〃I'm afraid not。 You've got the indictment for the theft of the ninety million。 The state of Mississippi has the indictment for the murder。 Unfortunately for you； the feds can't e in now and charge murder。〃
Cutter hated lawyers for that very reason。 They didn't bluff easily。
Sandy continued。 〃Look； this meeting is a formality。 I'm just going through channels； don't want to ove