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to go. I need to find my cat. "
    "What color is it?"
    "Black. "
    "Good luck. "
    I looked under a couple bushes en route to the bike path. "Here kitty, kitty. "
    "Maybe you should give me your name and phone number in case I find him, " Hannibal said.
    Our eyes locked for a couple beats, and my heart stumbled in my chest.
    "No, " I told him. "I don't think I want to do that. " And then I left, walking in the opposite direction I came.
    I exited the bike path and circled the block to get to my car. I crossed the street and stood in the shadows for a few minutes, looking at Hannibal's house, wondering about the man. If I'd seen him on the street I'd have pegged him as an insurance salesman. Or maybe middle management in corporate America. That he was the crown prince of black market arms wouldn't occur to me.
    A light blinked on in an upstairs window. The crown prince was probably changing into something more comfortable. Too early for bed, and the lights were still on downstairs. I was about to leave when a car cruised down the street and turned into Hannibal's driveway.
    Woman at the wheel. Couldn't see her face. The driver's door opened and a long, stocking-clad leg swung out, followed by a killer body in a dark suit. Short blond hair. Briefcase under her arm.

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    This idiot, that's who.
    I went up the tree as quietly as possible. Easier this time. I knew where I was going. I found my perch and got the binoculars out. Unfortunately, there wasn't much to see. Hannibal and his caller were in the front room. I could see a slice of Hannibal's back, but the woman was out of view. After a few minutes there was the distant sound of Hannibal's front door closing and of a car driving off.
    Hannibal walked into the kitchen, got a knife from a drawer, and used it to open an envelope. He took a letter out and read it. Had no reaction. He carefully returned the letter to the envelope and put the envelope on his kitchen counter.
    He looked at the kitchen window, seemingly lost in thought. Then he moved to the patio door, slid it open and stared out at the tree. I froze in place, not daring to breathe. He can't see me, I thought. It's dark in the tree. Don't move and he'll go back inside. Wrong, wrong, wrong. His hand came up from his side, a flashlight snapped on, and I was caught.
    "Here kitty, kitty, " I said, shielding my eyes with my hand to see past the light.
    He raised his other arm, and I saw the gun.
    "Get down, " he said, walking toward me. "Slowly. "
    Yeah, right. I flew from the tree, breaking branches on the way, landing with my feet already running.
    Zing. The unmistakable sound of a bullet being fired through a silencer.
    I don't ordinarily think of myself as fast, but I moved down that path at the speed of light. I went straight to the car, jumped inside, and roared off.
    I checked the mirror several times to make sure I wasn't being followed. Closer to my apartment I drove down Makefield, turned at the corner, cut my lights, and waited. No car in sight. I popped the lights back on and noticed my hands had almost stopped shaking. I decided that was a good sign and headed for home.
    When I turned into my parking lot, I caught Morelli in my lights. He was lounging against his 4X4, arms crossed over his chest, feet crossed at the ankles. I locked the Buick and walked over to him. His expression changed from bored calm to grim curiosity.
    "Back to driving the Buick?" he asked.
    "For a while. "
    He looked me over head to toe and picked a pine sprig out of my hair. "I'm afraid to ask, " he said.
    "Surveillance. "
    "You're all sticky. "
    "Sap. I was in a pine tree. "
    He grinned. "I hear they're hiring at the button factory. "

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    "Oh, man, don't tell me you're spying on Ramos. He's a real bad guy. "
    "He doesn't look bad. He looks ordinary. " He had, until he pointed the gun at me.
    "Don't underestimate him. He runs the Ramos empire. "
    "I thought his father did that. "
    "Hannibal manages the