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The Racketeer

The Racketeer

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Autoren: John Grisham
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talking. “Max, I’m afraid there’s been a breach. To put it bluntly—your cover has been blown. We have no idea how this happened.”
    I sit down and wipe my forehead. “Who knows what?” I ask.
    Raynor says, “We don’t know much, but there are some folksflying in from Washington right now. They should be here in an hour or so. Evidently, the FBI picked up something last night from a wiretap. There was some chatter among the Rucker family, and the FBI heard it.”
    “They know where I am?”
    “They do. They know exactly where you’re living.”
    “We’re very sorry about this, Max,” Diana says, and I glare at her and her stupidity as if I could strangle her.
    “Gosh, that means so much,” I say. “Why don’t you just shut up?”
    “I’m sorry.”
    “That’s twice you’ve said that. Please don’t say it again, okay? It means nothing. It’s totally useless.”
    She’s stung by my harshness, but I really don’t care. My only concern right now is my own skin. The four people staring at me, along with their higher-ups and their entire government, are all responsible for the “breach.”
    “Would you like some coffee?” Diana asks meekly.
    “No, I’d like some heroin,” I say. They find this funny, but then we could all use a laugh. Coffee is poured and a platter of cookies makes the rounds. We begin the process of waiting. As surreal as it is, I begin thinking about where to go next.
    Raynor says they’ll get my car after dark. They’re waiting on a black male agent from the Orlando office who will be my double for the next day or so. Under no circumstances will I be allowed to return to my condo to live, and we haggle about how to retrieve my sparse belongings. The Marshals Service will take care of the lease and turn off the utilities. Raynor thinks I’ll need a different vehicle, but I push back initially.
    The FBI agents leave and return with sandwiches. The clock seems to stop as the walls close in. Finally, at 3:30, Mr. Victor Westlake walks in the front door and says, “Max, I’m sorry.” I do not stand, nor do I offer a hand to shake. The sofa is all mine. Hehas three other dark suits with him and they scramble for kitchen chairs and stools. When everyone is introduced and seated, Westlake begins, “This is highly unusual, Max, and I don’t know what to say. As of now, we have no idea where the breach occurred, and we may never find out.”
    “Just tell me what you do know,” I say.
    Westlake opens a file and pulls out some papers. “Here’s the transcript of a phone conversation we caught last night between Dee Ray Rucker and someone named Sully. Both were on cell phones. Dee Ray was in D.C. Sully made the call from somewhere around here.”
    I read the transcript while the rest of them hold their breath. It takes a few seconds, then I place it on the coffee table. “How’d they do it?” I ask.
    “We’re still working on it. One theory is that they used a private company to track you down. We monitor a handful of firms that specialize in corporate espionage, surveillance, missing persons, private snooping, and the like. These are ex-military types, ex-spies, and, I’m ashamed to say, a few ex–FBI agents. They’re good and they have the technology. For the right fee, they could gather a lot of information.”
    “From where? From the inside?”
    “We don’t know yet, Max.”
    “If you did know, you wouldn’t tell me. You would never admit it if the breach was caused by someone within the government—the FBI, the Marshals Service, the U.S. Attorney’s Office, the Department of Justice, the Bureau of Prisons. Hell knows who else. How many people are plugged into this little secret, Mr. Westlake? Several dozen, maybe more. Did the Ruckers find me because they picked up my scent, or did they follow the FBI because the FBI was following me?”
    “I assure you there was no internal breach.”
    “But you just said you don’t know. Your assurances meannothing at this point. The only certainty right now is that everyone involved will cover their ass and point fingers, starting right now. I don’t believe anything you say, Mr. Westlake. You or anybody else.”
    “You have to trust us, Max. This situation is urgent, perhaps lethal.”
    “I trusted you until this morning, and look where I am now. There’s no trust. Zero.”
    “We have to protect you until the trial, Max. You understand this. After the trial, we lose interest. But until then, we have to

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