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all respects.

I came to admire O'Riley, even while making every effort to thwart his task and to embarrass him professionally. If O'Riley has any personal feelings concerning me, I am certain animosity is not among such emotions. O'Riley is not a mean man.

Of course, I had no knowledge of O'Riley's existence, even, at the time I vacated Atlanta. Save for the young special agent in Miami, and the Dade County officers I'd encountered there, the officers on my case were all phantoms to me.

I decided to hole up for a month or so in the capital city of another southern state. As usual, I was prompted in my choice by the fact that I knew an airline stewardess there. I was yet to find a more delightful influence on my actions than a lovely woman.

Her name was Diane and I had known her intermittently for about a year. I had never flown with her, having met her in the Atlanta airport terminal, and she knew me under the alias Robert F. Conrad, a Pan Am first officer, an allonym I used on occasion. I was forced to maintain the nom de plume with her, for we developed a close and pleasing relationship, during the course of which, initially, she had delved into my personal background, including my educational history. Most pilots have a college degree, but not all of them majored in the aeronautical sciences. I told Diane that I had taken a law degree but had never practiced, since a career as an airline pilot had loomed as not only more exciting but also much more lucrative than law. She readily accepted the premise that a man might shun the courtroom for the cockpit.

She also remembered my concocted law degree. A few days after my arrival in her city she took me to a party staged by one of her friends and there introduced me to a pleasant fellow named Jason Wilcox.

"You two ought to get along. Jason is one of our assistant state's attorneys," Diane told me. She turned to Wilcox. "And Bob here is a lawyer who never hung out his shingle. He became a pilot instead."

Wilcox was immediately interested. "Hey, where'd you go to law school?"

"Harvard," I said. If I was going to have a law degree, I thought I might as well have one from a prestigious source.

"But you never practiced?" he asked.

"No," I said. "I got my Commercial Pilot's License the same week I took my master's in law, and Pan Am offered me a job as a flight engineer. Since a pilot makes $30,000 to $40,000, and since I loved flying, I took the job. Maybe someday I'll go back to law, but right now I fly only eighty hours a month. Not many practicing lawyers have it that good."

"No, you're right there," Wilcox agreed. "Where do you fly to? Rome? Paris? All over the world, I guess."

I shook my head. "I'm not flying at the moment," I said. "I've been furloughed. The company made a personnel cutback last month and I didn't have seniority. It may be six months or a year before they call me back. Right now I'm just loafing, drawing unemployment. I like it."

Wilcox studied me with bemused eyes. "How'd you do at Harvard?" he asked. I felt he was leading up to something.

"Pretty well, I guess," I replied. "I graduated with a 3.8 average. Why?"

"Well, the attorney general is looking for lawyers for his staff," Wilcox replied. "In fact, he's really in a bind. Why don't you take the bar here and join us? I'll recommend you. The job doesn't pay an airline pilot's salary, of course, but it pays better than unemployment. And you'll get in some law practice, which sure as hell couldn't hurt you."

I almost rejected his proposal outright. But the more I thought about it, the more it intrigued me. The challenge again. I shrugged. "What would it entail for me to take the bar examination in this state?" I asked.

"Not much, really," said Wilcox. "Just take a transcript from Harvard over to the state bar examiner's office and apply to take the bar. They won't refuse you. Of course, you'd have to bone up on our civil and criminal statutes, but I've got all the books you'd need. Since you're from another state, you'll be allowed three cracks at the bar here. You shouldn't have any trouble."

A transcript from Harvard. That might prove difficult, I mused, since the university and I were strangers.

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