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ask. "What about the next six months? The Rucker gang will come after me, we know that. They're already thinking of ways, and the sooner the better for them. If they can get me before the trial, then they rub out a valuable witness. The next six months are the most dangerous, so I want the surgery now. Immediately."

"Okay. What about the trial?"

"Come on, Chris. There are ways to hide me, you know that. I can testify behind a screen or a veil. It's been done. Don't you watch television or movies?"

This gets a chuckle here and there, but the mood is pretty serious. The thought of testifying against Quinn Rucker is terrifying, but there are ways to protect me.

"We did one last year," Hitchcock says. "A big drug trial in New Jersey. The informant looked nothing like his old self, and we put a panel in front of the witness stand so only the judge and jury could see him. We used a voice-altering device, and the defendants had no idea who he was or what he looked like."

"They'll certainly know who I am," I say. "I just don't want them to see me."

"All right," Hanski says. "It's your decision."

"Then consider it final," I say.

Hanski pulls out his cell phone and heads for the door. "Let me make some calls."

When he's out of the room, Surhoff says, "Okay, while he's doing that, can we talk about a destination? Give us some guidance here, Max, so we can get busy finding a place."

I say, "Florida. Except for the Marines, I've lived my entire life in the hills and mountains. I want a change of scenery, beaches and views of the ocean, a warmer climate." I rattle this off as if I've spent hours contemplating it, which in fact I have. "Not south Florida, it's too hot. Maybe Pensacola or Jacksonville, up north where it's a bit milder."

The marshals absorb this, and I can see their minds racing. Surhoff begins hitting keys on his laptop, looking for my new place in the sun. I relax in a chair, my bare feet on the bed, and cannot help but relish where I am. It's almost 4:00 p.m. Sunday afternoons were the worst days at Frostburg. Like most of the inmates, I didn't work on the Sabbath and often grew bored. There were pickup basketball games and long walks on the jogging trail, anything to stay busy. Visitation was over, and those who had seen their families were usually subdued. Another week was beginning, one just like the last one.

Slowly, the prison life is fading. I know it will be impossible to forget, but it's time to start the process of putting it all behind me. Malcolm Bannister is still an inmate, somewhere, but Max Baldwin is a free man with places to go and things to see.

After dark, we drive into Morgantown in search of a steak house. Along the way, we pass a strip club. Nothing is said, but I am sorely tempted. I have not seen a naked woman in five years, though I've certainly dreamed of them. However, I'm not sure gawking at a bunch of strippers will be that fulfilling at this point. We find the restaurant that's been recommended and get a table: just three old pals having a nice dinner. Hanski, Surhoff, and I order the largest fillets on the menu, and I wash mine down with three draft beers. They stick with iced tea, but I can tell they envy my drinks. We turn in before ten, but sleep is impossible. I watch television for an hour, something I did little of at Frostburg.

At midnight, I pick up the copy of the indictment Hanski left behind and read every word. There is no mention of a ballistics report or of any witnesses. There is a lengthy narrative about the crime scene, the bullet wounds, causes of death, the burn marks on Naomi Clary's body, and the empty safe, but no descriptions of physical evidence. So far, Quinn's confession is all they have. That, and the suspicion surrounding the cash in his possession. An indictment can be amended by the prosecution at almost any time, and this one needs some work. It appears to be a rush job intended to turn down the heat.

I am not being critical; it's a gorgeous document.
Chapter 19
For Stanley Mumphrey, the U.S. Attorney for the Southern District, the event would be the biggest moment yet in his brief career as a