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  "Yeah, good idea. Make this a high-profile crime. Maybe that'll put extra pressure on the cops."

  "Great. I've already spoken to the Post. The News and the Times will have people here later this morning."

  "Oh. Well… good. You'll see them, okay?"

  "If you wish."

  "I wish. Tell them it's not just stealing, and it's not just stealing from little kids—it's stealing from kids who've already got less than nothing, who're carrying a death sentence in their bloodstreams and may not even be here next Christmas."

  "That's beautiful. Maybe you should—"

  "No, please, Raymond. I can't."

  Feeling utterly miserable, she tuned out for a moment.

  "What else can happen today?" she muttered. Bad news always comes in threes, doesn't it?

  Raymond still hovered beyond her desk. "Something with that 'family matter' you've been dealing with?" he said, then added—pointedly: "All by yourself?"

  He knew she'd been seeing lawyers and had been preoccupied lately, and he seemed to take it personally that she wouldn't discuss it with him. She felt sorry for him. He freely discussed his personal life with her—she knew more about it than she really cared to—but she couldn't reciprocate. Her own personal life was pretty much a void, and the toxic disaster area that posed as her family was not something Alicia wanted to share, even with someone as sympathetic and nonjudgmental as Raymond.

  "Yes," she said. "That 'family matter.' But that's not as important as getting those toys back. We had a super Christmas set up for those kids, and I. don't want it going down the tubes. I want those toys back, Raymond, and dammit—get me the police commissioner's number. I'm going to call him myself. I'm going to call him every day until those toys are back."

  "I'll look it up right now," he said, and was gone, closing the door behind him.

  Alicia folded her arms on the scarred top of her beat-up old desk and dropped her forehead onto them. Everything seemed to be spinning out of control. She felt so helpless, so damn impotent. Systems… always these huge, complex, lumbering systems to deal with.

  The Center's toys were gone. She'd have to depend on the police to get them back. But they had their own agenda, their own higher priorities, and so she'd have to wait until they got around to hers, if they ever did. She could call the commissioner until she wore out the buttons on her phone, but he'd probably never take the call.

  And the will had said the house was hers, but Thomas was using the system's labyrinth to keep it from her. On her own, Alicia would have been swallowed up by his legal pit bulls, so she'd been forced to hire someone to fend them off.

  Leo… oh, God, poor Leo. She could still hear the blast, see the flames. Nothing had been left of him after that explosion.

  A cold sick dread seeped through her. When's my turn?

  If I keep pushing Thomas and whoever's backing him, will I be next?

  She pounded her fist on the desk. Damn them!

  She wanted one of those big samurai blades—a dai-katana—to cut right to the heart of—

  "Excuse me."

  Alicia looked up. One of the volunteers, a pretty blonde in her early thirties, stood halfway through the doorway, looking at her.

  "I knocked but I guess you didn't hear me."

  Alicia straightened and shook back her hair. She put on her professional face.

  "Sorry. I was a million miles away, dreaming about chasing down the rats who stole those presents."

  The woman slipped her svelte body the rest of the way through and shut the door behind her. Alicia wished she had a body like that.

  She'd seen her around a lot. Sometimes she brought her daughter with her—cute little girl, maybe seven or eight. What were their names?

  "You won't have to go a million miles to find them," the woman said. "One or two should cover it."

  "You're probably right," Alicia said.

  Her name… her name… what was her name?

  Got it. "Gia, isn't it?"

  She smiled. "Gia DiLauro."

  A dazzling smile. Alicia wished she had a smile like that. And Gia ... what a great name. Alicia wished—

  Enough.

  "Yes, you and your daughter…"

  "Vicky."

  "Right. Vicky. You donate a lot of time here."

  Gia shrugged. "Can't think of a place that needs it more."

  "You've got that right."

  The Center was a black hole of need.

  "Can I talk to you a minute?"

  She looked at Gia more closely and saw that her eyes were red. Had she been crying?

  "Sure." She had no time, but this woman donated so much of hers to the Center, the least Alicia could do was give her a few minutes. "Sit down. Are you okay?"

  "No," she said, gliding into the chair. Her eyes got redder. "I'm so angry I could… I don't like thinking about what I'd like to do to the scum that stole those toys."

  "It's okay," Alicia said. "The police are working on it."

  "But you're not holding your breath, right?"

  Alicia shrugged and sighed. "No. I guess not. But they're all we've got."

  "Not necessarily," Gia said.

  "What do you mean?"

  She leaned forward and lowered her voice. "I know someone…"

  3.

  Jack kept an eye out for Dwight Frye on the TV screen as he scrolled through the messages left on the Repairman Jack Web site.

  He was celebrating his discovery of the 1931 version of the Maltese Falcon with a Dwight Frye film festival. He had the Maltese Falcon running in the front room of his apartment. Frye played the role of Wilmer Cook in this one, and for Jack's money, he out-psychoed Elisha Cook's portrayal in the later John Huston version. But Ricardo Cortez was on the screen now, and he wasn't such a hot Sam Spade.

  Back to the World Wide Web.

  Most of the questions on Jack's home page were about refrigerators and microwaves, which he didn't mind. Web wanderers who stumbled onto his page thought he was some sort of appliance answer man. Fine. After no replies to their questions, they'd delete his URL from their bookmarks.

  But this one… from a guy named "Jorge."

  I BEEN RIPPED OFF. CAN'T GET MONEY OWED TO ME FOR WORK I DO. CAN'T GO ANYWHERE ELSE. CAN YOU FIX?

  Yeah. That sounded like business.

  Jack typed in a reply to Jorge's E-mail address:

  SEND ME YOUR PHONE #. I'LL BE IN TOUCH.

  RJ

  He'd call the guy and see what this was about. If he was having trouble with his bookie, tough. But he'd said it was money for "work." So maybe Jorge was a potential customer.

  The phone rang but Jack let the machine pick up. He heard his outgoing message… "Pinocchio Productions—I'm out at the moment. Leave a message after the beep" … then:

  "Jack, this is Dad. Are you there?" A pause as he waited for Jack to pick up. Jack closed his eyes and didn't move. He felt bad about leaving his father hanging, but he wasn't up to another conversation with him right now. "All right… when you get in, give me a call. I came across another great opportunity for you down here."

  Jack exhaled when he heard the click of the connection breaking.

  "Dad," he said softly, "you're making me crazy."

  His father had moved down to Florida a few months ago and Jack had thought it was a good idea at the time. Better to be a retired widower down there than in Burlington County, New Jersey.

  But as soon as Dad had settled in, he began seeing all sorts of opportunities for Jack. His older brother and sister were both professionals, pillars of their respective communities. They were set. But Jack… Dad still saw his younger son as unfinished business.

  His brother and sister had given up on him long ago. The annual Christmas card was the extent of their contact. But not Dad. He never gave up. He didn't want to go to his grave thinking his prodigal dropout son was living hand to mouth in New York as an appliance repairman.

  I've probably got more socked away than you do, Dad.
r />   He winced as he remembered their last conversation.

  You've got to see this place, Jack. It's growing like crazy—a gold mine for someone like you. You establish yourself here as a reliable repair service, and in no time you'll have a fleet of trucks all over the county…

  Be still my heart, he thought. A fleet of trucks, and maybe, if I play my cards right, the cover of Entrepreneur magazine.

  Jack had been begging off, hoping Dad would get the message, but obviously he hadn't. When Jack called back, he was going to have to tell his father point-blank: No way was he leaving New York. The Jets would be wearing new Super Bowl rings before he moved to Florida.

  Then again, if things didn't pick up, maybe he'd have to rethink that.

  He'd just checked the answering machine in the drop on Tenth Avenue. Nothing there. Business had been kind of slow lately. He was getting bored.

  And when he got bored, he bought things. He'd picked up his latest treasure from the post office just this morning.

  He rose and rubbed his eyes. The computer screen tended to bother them. He stood about five-eleven, maybe six foot if he stretched. He had a tight wiry build, dark brown hair, lips on the thin side, and mild brown eyes. Jack worked very hard at looking average.

  He removed the clock from its packing to admire it again.

  A genuine Shmoo pendulette alarm clock. In beautiful condition. He ran his fingers over its smooth, white, un-marred ceramic surface, touching the eyes and whiskers on the creature's smiling face. It had come in its original box and looked brand-new.

  Now was as good a time as any to hang it on the wall. But where? His walls were already crowded with framed official membership certificates in the Shadow and Doc Savage fan clubs, Captain America's Sentinels of Liberty, the Junior Justice Society of America, the David Harding CounterSpy Junior Agents Club, and the Don Winslow Creed.

  What can I say? he thought I'm a joiner.

  His apartment was crowded with wavy-grained Victorian golden oak furniture. The wall shelves sagged under the weight of the neat stuff he'd accumulated over the years, and every horizontal surface on the hutch, the secretary, the claw-and-ball-footed end tables were cluttered as well.

  And then he saw where the clock could go: right above the pink Shmoo planter… which still didn't have anything planted in it.

  He was just about to look for his hammer when the phone rang again. Dad, give me a break, will you?

  But it wasn't his father.

  "Jack? It's Gia. You there?"

  Something in her voice… Jack snatched up the handset.

  "Always here for you. What's up?"

  "I'm waiting for a cab. Just wanted to make sure you were in."

  "Something wrong?"

  "I'll tell you when I get there."

  And then a click.

  Slowly, Jack replaced the handset. Definitely upset. He wondered what was wrong. Nothing with Vicky, he hoped. But she would have told him that.

  Well, he'd find out soon enough. The West Village to the Upper West Side wasn't too bad a trip this time of day. No matter what the circumstance, an unexpected visit from Gia was a treat.

  He thought back on their stormy, off-again, on-again relationship. He'd been crushed and thought it was off forever when she'd found out how he earned his living—or thought she had. She'd concluded that he was some sort of hit man, which was as wrong as could be, but even after she'd learned what he really did, even after he'd used those skills to save her daughter Vicky's life, she still didn't approve.

  But at least she'd come back to him. Jack didn't know where he'd be without Gia and Vicky.

  A short while later he heard her footsteps on the stairs leading to his third-floor apartment. Jack turned the knob that retracted the four-way bolt system, and opened the door.

  The sight of Gia standing on the landing started that warm funny twitch he got deep inside every time he saw her. Her short blond hair, her perfect skin, her blue eyes—Jack felt he could stand and stare at her face for hours.

  But right now her features were strained, her usual tight composure seemed to be slipping, her normally flawless complexion looked blotchy.

  "Gia," Jack said, wincing at the pain in her eyes as he pulled her inside. "What is it?"

  And then she was clinging to him, loosing a torrent about Christmas toys being stolen from the AIDS kids. She was sobbing by the time she finished.

  "Hey, hey," Jack said, tightening his arms around her. "It'll be all right."

  He knew Gia wasn't much for emotional displays. Yeah, she was Italian, but northern Italian—the blood running in her veins was probably more Swiss than anything else. For her to be sobbing like this… she had to be hurting something fierce.

  "It's just the heartlessness of it," she said, sniffing. "How could somebody do such a thing? And how can you be so damn calm about it!"

  Uh-oh.

  "I hear anger looking for a target. I know this has really cut you deep, Gia, but I'm not the bad guy here."

  "Oh, I know, I know. It's just—you've never been down there. Never seen these kids. Never held them. Jack, they've got nothing. Not even a parent who cares, let alone a future. We were collecting those toys so they'd have a nice Christmas, a great Christmas—the last Christmas for a lot of them. And now—"

  Another sob.

  Jeez, this was awful. He had to say something, do something, anything so she wouldn't feel like this.

  "Do you know what the presents were? I mean, do you have some sort of a list. Because if you do, just give it to me and I'll replace—"

  She pushed back and stared at him. "They were donations, Jack. Most of them all wrapped up and ready for giving. Replacing them's not important. Getting them back is. Understand?"

  "Yes… and no."

  "Somebody's got to find these guys—the ones who did this—and teach them a lesson… make an example of them… a very public example. Know what I mean?"

  Jack fought to suppress a grin. "I think so. You mean, make it so that the next creep who gets the same idea will think twice, maybe three times before he decides to go through with it."

  "Exactly. Exactly."

  With exaggerated innocence—and still fighting a smile—he said, "And, um, just who could we be thinking of to make such an example?"

  "You know damn well who," she said, fixing him with those eyes.

  "Moi?" And now he had to grin. "But I thought you didn't approve of that sort of thing."

  "I don't. And I never will. But just this once…"

  "… you could live with it."

  "Yes." She turned away and folded her arms across her chest. "But just this once."

  She began wandering around his living room, aimlessly tracing her fingers across the golden oak hutch, the rolltop desk where he kept his computer…

  "But, Gia—"

  "Please," she said, raising her hand. "I know what you're going to say. Please don't start pressing me for some sort of moral and philosophical consistency between not marrying you because of what you do and then coming to you when there's a problem that looks like it can only be solved by your kind of tactics. I've been battling that all morning—I mean, trying to decide whether I should even mention it to you. Even in the cab, I was ready to tell him to turn onto Fifty-ninth and forget the whole thing—"

  "Oh, great," he said, stung. "That really hurts. Since when is it that you can't come to me for anything?"

  She stopped and looked at him. "You know what I mean. How many times have I mouthed off about this 'Repairman Jack' thing?"

  "About a million." More like three million, he thought, but what's a couple of million between friends?

  "Right. And about how it's stupid and dangerous and violent and dangerous and how if you don't end up dead you're going to wind up in jail for the rest of your life. And I haven't changed my opinion one bit. So you can imagine how this thing must have got to me if I'm asking you to fix it."

  "All right," he said. "I won't say another word about
it."

  "Maybe not now, but I know you will later."

  Jack raised two fingers. "I won't. Scout's honor."

  "I think that takes three fingers, Jack."

  "Whatever. I promise I won't." He reached for her hand. "Come on over here."

  She took his hand and he pulled her onto his lap. She settled on his thighs, light as a feather, and they kissed—not a long one, but long enough to warm him up.

  "There. That's better. Now… let's get down to practicalities. Who's hiring me?"

  "I spoke to Dr. Clayton—she's the acting director."

  Jack felt his insides tighten. "You told her you know me?"

  He'd warned Gia about that. Never let on you know me—to anyone. Even your best friend. He'd made too many enemies over the years. And if one of them thought he could get back at him through Gia… or Vicky…

  He shuddered.

  "No," Gia said. "I said I knew of someone who might be able to help get the toys back. Didn't mention any names. Just said I'd try to contact him and see if he was available."

  Jack relaxed. "I guess that's okay."

  Still, if he got involved in this, it would leave a link—at least in this Dr. Clayton's mind—between Gia and a guy named Jack who "fixed" something. Probably be okay, but he didn't like it.

  "Well?" she said.

  "Well what?"

  "Are you available?"

  "I don't know."

  "How can you not know?"

  "Well, there's a problem. I mean, the Center can't hire me, because I can't work for a legit business. They've got to account for their expenses, and I don't exactly take checks."

  He didn't even have a social security number.

  "Don't worry about it. I'll pay you."

  "Oh, right. Like I'll take money from you."

  "No, I mean it, Jack. This is my idea. I want this. What's your usual and customary fee?"

  "Forget it."

  "No, I'm serious. Tell me."

  "You don't want to know."

  "Please?"

  "Oh, all right." He told her.

  She gaped at him. "You charge that much?"

  "Well, as you said, 'it's stupid and dangerous and violent and dangerous' and if I don't end up dead I'm going to wind up in jail for the rest of my life. So yeah, that's what I charge." He kissed her. "And I'm worth every penny."

 

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