"I did hide it from my old man."

"Then how come I knew about the young lieutenant?"

"Okay, how'd you know about him?"

"It was easy."

"How?"

"Well, you know when you came back from that weekend in the mountains when you lost your virtue?"

Holly turned pink. "You thought that, did you?"

"I didn't think; I knew."

"How, Ham?"

"I just walked up to him in the orderly room on Monday morning and stood about six inches from his nose; I looked him in the eye and said, 'Good morning, Lieutenant. Have a nice weekend?' And he turned purple."

Holly put a hand to her brow. "Oh, God."

"The same color you are right now."

"I am not purple."

"Close."

"Not anywhere near close. A little red, maybe. Who wouldn't be?"

"You didn't see me turn purple when we were talking about my threesome," Ham said.

"My God, Ham, the lieutenant and I didn't have a threesome."

"Who said you did?"

"You implied it, just now."

"You inferred it, maybe."

"You are impossible. We're not talking about sex lives anymore, is that clear?"

"Not even about my sex life?"

"Yours is the most off-limits-right after mine."

"Well, if you want to hide stuff from your old man."

"I'm not hiding anything."

"You're not talking about it"

"That's not the same thing as hiding it."

"Sure, it is. If you're not talking, you're hiding."

"Ham, what exactly is it you want to know?"

"Me? I don't want to know anything. We're only talking about this because you brought it up."

"I didn't bring it up; you did."

"Whatever you say," Ham said smugly.

"You did! I didn't!"

"I'm not going to argue with you about this, Holly."

Holly turned to where Daisy lay. "Daisy, bite Ham."

Daisy got up, went over to where Ham sat at the table and took his ankle in her mouth.

"Harder," Holly said.

"Ow!" Ham yelled.

"Now, Daisy, tear off his leg and hit him over the head with it."

"No, no, Daisy!" Ham cried, prying her jaws from his ankle. "Don't hurt your grandfather!"

"Is that how you think of yourself? As Daisy's grandfather?"

"Well, she's the closet thing to a grandchild I've had so far."

"Daisy," Holly said, "if he starts asking about your sex life, kill him."

Somewhere in the house a small chime rang.

"What's that?" Ham asked.

"It's a car coming down the road," Holly said. She looked at the umbrella stand by the door and confirmed that the barrel of Jackson's shotgun still protruded from it.

"You worried?" Ham asked.

"I guess what we saw this morning spooked me a little," she said. She got up. "I'll see who it is."

She walked toward the front door with some trepidation.

Holly checked the peephole first, but all she could see was the rear end of a black car parked outside. She couldn't see anybody at the door. She hooked the beefy chain on and cracked the door.

"Expecting enemies?" a man's voice asked.

"Harry?"

"One and the same."

Holly opened the door and flung her arms around the man. "Come on in the house. Ham's here."

She led Harry into the living room. "Ham, it's Harry Crisp, remember?"

Ham stood up. "Sure, you're the Fed who worked with Holly on that Palmetto Gardens thing."

"One and the same," Harry replied, shaking Ham's hand.

"Harry has risen in the world since then," Holly said. "He's now the agent in charge of the Miami FBI office."

"Mostly thanks to you and Holly, Ham," Harry said, dragging up a chair.

"Can I get you something to drink?"

"How about a pitcher of martinis? Just kidding. A Diet Coke will do, if you've got it."

Holly turned to Daisy. "Daisy, bring Harry a Diet Coke."

Daisy trotted to the refrigerator and, taking in her teeth a towel that had been tied to the handle, opened the door and gingerly fished out a Diet Coke, swung a hip against the door to close it, then trotted back to the living room and handed the Coke to an astonished Harry.

"You're a very handy dog, Daisy," Harry said, scratching her ears.

"She gets handier," Ham said. "She'll bring a beer, if you ask her politely."

Harry popped the can top and took a swig.

"What brings you up here?" Holly asked.

"I came up to make sure my people were doing a good job on your bank robbery."

"That's awfully nice of you, Harry. You didn't have to come yourself."

"I felt I should, owing you, and all."

"That's very kind."

"I also liked Jackson a lot."

"Me, too. Anything to report?"

"My people have done a first-rate job, just what I expect of them, except for one thing."

"What's that?"

"We don't have a thing to go on. I've never seen a cleaner crime- not a print, not a fiber, not a smidgen of DNA."

"Which crime are we talking about, the robbery or the murder?"

"Both. I don't think I've ever seen a case so completely free of anything to go on."

"I may have something," Holly said.

Harry looked at her blankly. "And you didn't tell my people?"

"I only got it this morning, Ham and I."

"Tell me."

"The robbers got unlucky just once, maybe."

"How?"

"There was an ex-cop from New York named Stone Barrington in the bank at the time of the robbery, standing next to Jackson, talking to him."

Harry screwed up his face. "Barrington? That's a familiar name, somehow. I can't remember, but it'll come to me."

"Anyway, when Jackson was shot, Stone tried to help him, and, later, when he came to the station to be questioned about the robbery, he mentioned something."

"He recognize one of the robbers, I hope?"

"Nothing as good as that. He remembered something from his time on the New York force, a bank robbery in some little town up the Hudson somewhere."

"Wait a minute, I've got it. Barrington was a homicide detective in the Nineteenth Precinct-this was, I don't know, seven or eight years ago. You remember the Sasha Nijinsky case?"

"The TV anchorlady who took a dive off a tall building?"

"That's the one. Stone Barrington and his partner-some Italian name, I can't remember it-"

"Dino Bacchetti."

"Yeah, that's it. They were the lead detectives on the case, and there was some question for a while whether Nijinsky had survived the fall and had been kidnapped, which is what Barrington thought. In the end, he got bounced off the force because he wouldn't go along with the official position on the case. I'm sorry, I'm getting you off track. Tell me about this robbery."

"A small bank was hit in much the same way as this one-very clean and professional-but nobody got killed. They suspected a woman who worked in the bank, but after she was questioned, she disappeared, along with everybody in a little religious community of some sort that was based on a farm near the town."

"How many people we talking about?"

"I don't know, a dozen or two, maybe."

"And they left town?"

"Not just left town, vanished into thin air. Nobody ever heard of them again."

"I don't know about this one, but I can check it out," Harry said. "The Bureau would have been involved; I'll put somebody on it."

"I'd appreciate that."

"Is that it?"

"No, there's more."

"Tell me."

"As a result of what Stone told me, and because it looked as though it might be an inside job-"

"That's our view, too."

"Did you question a woman named Harston?"

"Pregnant lady?"

"Yes."

"Yeah, but my man thought she was clean."

"She's one of only two employees hired in the last year; the other was transferred from another branch and seemed clean to me."

"That would be the loan officer?"

"Yes."