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〃You don't mean that； Susan。
We'll find a way to…〃
〃It's too late。 I've been thinking about this for a long time。
All the while you were away and I sat home alone and waited for you to e back； I thought about it。 We've been living separate lives。 I need more than that。 I need something you ~~~~~ give me ~~y~~~~~~） He stood there； fighting to control his emotions。
〃Does this…does this have anything to do with Moneybags？〃
Susan hesitated。
〃Monte has asked me to marry him。〃 He could feel his bowels turning to water。
〃And you're going to？〃
〃Yes。〃
It was some kind of crazy nightmare。 This isn't happening； he thought。 It can't be。 His eyes filled with tears。
Susan put her arms around him and held him close。
〃I will never again feel about any man the way I felt about you。 I loved you with all my heart and soul。 I will always love you。 You are my dearest friend。〃
She pulled back and looked into his eyes。
〃But that isn't enough。 Do you understand？〃
All he understood was that she was tearing him apart。
〃We could try again。 We'll start over and…〃
〃I'm sorry； Robert。〃 Her voice was choked。
〃I'm so sorry； but it's finished。〃
Susan flew to Reno for a divorce； and mander Robert Bellamy went on a two…week drunk。
Old habits die hard。 Robert telephoned a friend at the FBI。 Al Traynor had crossed Robert's path half a dozen times in the past； and Robert trusted him。
〃Tray； I need a favor。〃
〃A favor？ You need a psychiatrist。 How the hell could you let Susan get away？〃
The news was probably all over town。
〃It's a long； sad story。〃
〃I'm really sorry； Robert。 She was a great lady。 I…never mind。
What can I do for you？〃
〃I'd like you to run a puter check on someone。〃
〃You've got it。 Give me a name。〃
〃Monte Banks。 It's just a routine inquiry。〃
〃Right。 What do you want to know？〃
〃He's probably not even in your files； Tray； but if he is…did he ever get a parking ticket； beat his dog； run a red light？ The usual。〃
〃Sure。〃
〃And I'm curious about where he got his money。 I'd like a fix on his background。〃
〃So； just routine； huh？〃
〃And Tray； let's keep this between us。 It's personal。 Okay？〃
〃No problem。 I'll call you in the morning。〃
〃Thanks。 I owe you a lunch。〃
〃Dinner。〃
〃You've got it。〃
Robert replaced the receiver and thought： Portrait of a man clutching at straws。 What am I hoping for； that he's Jack the Ripper and Susan will e flying back into my arms？
Early the following morning； Dustin Thornton sent for Robert。
〃What are you working on； mander？〃
He knows perfectiy well what I'm working on； Robert thought。
〃I'm winding up my file on the diplomat from Singapore； and…〃
〃It doesn't seem to be occupying enough of your time。〃
〃I beg your pardon？〃
〃In case you've forgotten； mander； the Office of Naval Intelligence is not mandated to investigate American citizens。〃 Robert was watching him； puzzled。
〃What are you…？〃
〃I've been notified by the FBI that you have been trying to obtain information that is pletely out of the jurisdiction of this agency。〃
Robert felt a sudden rush of anger。 That sonofabitch Traynor had betrayed him。 So much for friendship。
〃It was a personal matter；〃 Robert said。
〃I…〃
〃The puters of the FBI are not there for your convenience； nor to help you harass private citizens。 Do I make myself clear？〃
〃Very。〃
〃That's all。〃
Robert raced back to his office。 His fingers trembled as he dialed 202…324…3000。 A voice answered； 〃FBI。〃
〃Al Traynor。〃
〃Just a moment； please。〃
A minute later； a man's voice came on the line。
〃Hello。 May I help you？〃
〃Yes。 I'm calling Al Traynor。〃
〃I'm sorry； Agent Traynor is no longer with this office。〃
Robert felt a shock go through him。
〃What？〃
〃Agent Traynor has been transferred。〃
〃Transferred？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃To where？〃
〃Boise。 But he won't be up there for a while。 A long while； I'm afraid。〃
〃What do you mean？〃
〃He was struck by a hit and run driver last night while jogging in Rock Creek Park。 Can you believe it？ Some creep must have been drunk out of his mind。 He ran his car right up on the jogging path。
Traynor's body was thrown more than forty feet。 He may not make it。〃
Robert replaced the receiver。 His mind was spinning。 What the hell was going on？ Monte Banks； the blue…eyed all…American boy was being protected。 From what？ By whom？ Jesus； Robert thought； what is Susan getting herself into？
He went to visit her that afternoon。
She was in her new apartment； a beautiful duplex on M Street。 He wondered whether Moneybags had paid for it。 It had been weeks since he had seen Susa。n； and the sight of her took his breath away。
〃Forgive me for barging in like this； Susan。 I know I promised not to。〃
〃You said it was something serious。〃
〃It is。〃 Now that he was here； he didn't know how to begin。
Susan； I came here to save you？ She would laugh in his face。
〃What's happened？〃
〃It's about Monte。〃
She frowned。
〃What about him？〃
This was the difficult part。 How could he tell her what he himself didn't know？ All he knew was that something was terribly wrong。 Monte Banks was in the FBI puter all right； with a tickler： No information to be given out without proper authorization。 And the inquiry had been kicked right back on ONI。 Why？
〃I don't think he'~he's not what he seems to be。〃
〃I don't understand。〃
〃Susan…where does he get his money？〃
She looked surprised at the question。
〃Monte has a very successful import…export business。〃
The oldest cover in the world。
He should have known better than to have e charging in with his hatrbaked theory。 He felt like a fool。 Susan was waiting for an answer； and he had none。
〃Why are you asking？〃
〃I was…I just wanted to make sure he's right for you；〃 Robert said lamely。
〃Oh； Robert。〃 Her voice was filled with disappointment。
〃I guess I shouldn't have e。〃 You got that right； buddy。
〃I'm sorry。〃
Susan walked up to him and gave him a hug。
〃I understand； 〃she said softly。
But she didn't understand。 She didn't understand that an innocent inquiry about Monte Banks had been stonewalled； referred to the Office of Naval Intelligence； and that the man who had tried to get that information had been transferred to the boondocks。
There were other ways of obtaining information； and Robert went about them circumspectly。 He telephoned a friend who worked for Forbes magazine。
〃Robert！ Long time no see。 What can I do for you？〃
Robert told him。
〃Monte Banks？ Interesting you should mention him。
We think he should be on our Forbes Four Hundred wealthiest list； but we can't get any hard information on him。 Do you have anything for us？〃
A zero。
Robert went to the public library and looked up Monte Banks in Who's Who。 He was not listed。
He turned to the microfiche and looked up back issues of the Washington Post around the time that Monte Banks had had his plane accident。 There was a brief item about the pl