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tied up? They might ask questions, or call security."

Jeannie looked at Harvey, lying bound and gagged on the floor. He was watching them and listening. "I've been thinking about this, and I have some ideas," Jeannie said. "Can you retie his feet so he can walk, but not very fast?"

"Sure."

While Mr. Oliver was doing that, Jeannie went into her bedroom. From her closet she took a colorful sarong she had bought for the beach, a big wraparound shawl, a handkerchief, and a Nancy Reagan mask she had been given at a party and had forgotten to throw away.

Mr. Oliver was getting Harvey to his feet. As soon as he was upright, Harvey took a swing at Mr. Oliver with his bound hands. Jeannie gasped and Lisa screamed. But Mr. Oliver seemed to have been expecting it. He dodged the blow easily, then hit Harvey in the stomach with the butt of the gun. Harvey grunted and bent double, and Mr. Oliver hit him with the gun butt again, this time on his head. Harvey sank to his knees. Mr. Oliver hauled him up again. Now he seemed docile.

"I want to dress him up," Jeannie said.

"You go ahead," Mr. Oliver said. "I'll just stand by and hurt him now and again to keep him cooperative."

Nervously, Jeannie wrapped the sarong around Harvey's waist and tied it like a skirt. Her hands were unsteady; she hated being this close to him. The skirt was long and covered Harvey's ankles, concealing the length of electrical cable that hobbled him. She draped the shawl over his shoulders and fastened it with a safety pin to the bonds on Harvey's wrists, so that he looked as if he were clutching the corners of the shawl like an old lady. Next she rolled the handkerchief and tied it across his open mouth, securing it with a knot behind his neck, so that the dishcloth could not fall out. Finally she put on the Nancy Reagan mask to hide the gag. "He's been to a costume party, dressed as Nancy Reagan, and he's drunk," she said.

"That's pretty good," Mr. Oliver said.

The phone rang. Jeannie picked it up. "Hello?"

"This is Mish Delaware."

Jeannie had forgotten about her. It had been fourteen or fifteen hours since she had been desperate to contact her. "Hi," she said.

"You were right. Harvey Jones did it."

"How do you know?"

"The Philadelphia police were quick off the mark. They went to his apartment. He wasn't there, but a neighbor let them in. They found the hat and realized it was the one in the description."

'That's great!"

"I'm ready to arrest him, but I don't know where he is. Do you?"

Jeannie looked at him, dressed like a six-foot-two Nancy Reagan. "No idea," she said. "But I can tell you where he'll be at noon tomorrow."

"Goon."

"Regency Room, Stouffer Hotel, at a press conference."

"Thanks."

"Mish, do me a favor?"

"What?"

"Don't arrest him until the press conference is over. It's really important to me that he's there."

She hesitated, then said: "Okay."

"Thanks. I appreciate it." Jeannie hung up. "Okay, let's get him in the car."

Mr. Oliver said: "You go ahead and open the doors. I'll bring him."

Jeannie picked up her keys and ran downstairs into the street. Night had fallen, but there was bright starlight as well as the shadowy illumination of the streetlights. She looked along the street. A young couple in ripped jeans were strolling in the opposite direction, hand in hand. On the other side of the road, a man in a straw hat was walking a yellow Labrador. They would all be able to see clearly what was going on. Would they look? Would they care?

Jeannie unlocked her car and opened the door.

Harvey and Mr. Oliver came out of the house, very close together, Mr. Oliver pushing his prisoner forward, Harvey stumbling. Lisa followed them, closing the door of the house.

For an instant, the scene struck Jeannie as absurd. Hysterical laughter bubbled up into her throat. She put her fist in her mouth to silence it.

Harvey reached the car and Mr. Oliver gave a final shove. Harvey half fell into the backseat.

Jeannie's moment of hilarity passed. She looked again at the other people in the street. The man in the straw hat was watching his dog urinate on the tire of a Subaru. The young couple had not turned around.

So far, so good.

"I'll get in the back with him," Mr. Oliver said.

"Okay."

Lisa got in the front passenger seat and Jeannie drove.

Downtown was quiet on Sunday night. She entered the parking garage