you getting at?â
Flanigan stopped fingering his tie and removed his glasses. âCan you go down there and positively identify him?â
âAre you asking me to?â
âIâd like to know itâs him. Iâd like to know where he lives, and Iâd like to know where heâs employed. If anywhere. Charge your expenses to the docket number I gave you.â
âI could use a picture of him.â
âThere are no pictures of him. None that I have.â
âIf heâs got a record, thereâll be one on file.â
âYou might try that, with your connections. You have a description of him. When could you leave?â
McGuire shrugged. âTomorrow.â He stood up. âDo you want to tell me why youâre so interested in this guy?â
âI donât think itâs necessary.â
âIs he considered dangerous?â
âNot to you.â Flanigan looked at his watch. âLet me know if thereâs a problem.â
McGuire nodded and crossed the carpet to the office door, closing it behind him. In the anteroom outside Flaniganâs office, Lorna Robbins was stapling some legal documents together. Across from her, seated on the oversized leather sofa, a slender woman with streaked blond hair began to rise when the door opened, then sat back again when she saw it was McGuire, but McGuire was struck by the expression he saw in the instant before she turned away, as though the woman had been prepared to launch herself towards him before settling back on the sofa. A curious expression, as though she were about to be rescued. And a familiar appearance, around the eyes.
McGuire raised his eyebrows at Lorna, who glanced at him before turning away. He walked to her desk and bent to speak just as the door behind him opened. McGuire turned to see Flanigan gesturing to the woman on the couch, and she rose and entered Flaniganâs office in several brisk, short steps. The lawyer avoided McGuireâs eyes and quickly closed the door behind them.
Lorna Robbins leaned towards McGuire. âYou know, staff members arenât supposed to date each other. Itâs against policy.â
âItâs not a date,â McGuire said. âItâs lunch.â
Lorna smiled. âDarn, Iâd rather it was a date. I can always get another job.â
âMeet you downstairs in five minutes,â McGuire said, and Lorna bit her lip and nodded.
Looks like Iâm going to Annapolis, McGuire told himself as he descended the stairs. He wondered if the slender woman with the streaked blond hair and the strange manner had something to do with it all. He remembered her eyes, the look of hope and pleading he saw there.
Lorna met him at the elevator, watching the other employees and saying very little to McGuire. As they left the building, he held the door for her and she glanced at him in mild surprise.
The restaurant was narrow, crowded, and dark. Seated at a table far to the rear, Lorna relaxed. She ordered pasta and salad, then looked directly at McGuire for the first time since leaving the office building. McGuire told the waiter he would have the same.
âAre you nervous about being seen with me?â he asked her. âDo they take the rule about not dating staff that seriously?â
âNo.â She continued staring at him, one hand toying with her hair.
âThen why so tense?â
She sat back in her chair and crossed her arms. âA little frightened, I suppose.â
âOf what?â
She shrugged. âAre you seeing anybody?â she asked. âI mean, are you involved with anyone right now?â
âNo,â McGuire said. âYou?â
She shook her head. âI had a bad experience with a man last year. We were supposed to get married, move to Cape Ann, and open a bed and breakfast. We told my friends, my kids, I almost handed in my notice at the firm, and then . . .â
âHe got cold