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.“I doubt they’ll be back.”Parker said, “Watch.Just in case.”“Oh, I will.”Parker and Briley and Keegan went back to the hole they’d made and squatted down on their haunches, and Briley shone the flashlight down into the room below.So far, the map they’d bought had been absolutely right.Right about the Strand, the alley, the fire escape, the roof.And now, right about the room.They’d chopped where the map said to chop, and it had led them to an empty office.“Public Relations,” the map had told them; “already moved to temporary offices in another building.”Sometimes jobs were done this way, from a map—a package, really, like a do-it-yourself radio kit—bought from a middleman who had bought it from someone on the inside, a non-professional who simply laid out the particulars of the case.Years before, most of John Dillinger’s jobs had been done that way, bought as a packet from a middleman, and it was still sometimes the best way to get set up.The office below was just as the map had described: medium size, two desks, four chairs, a short brown Naugahyde sofa, several gray-metal filing cabinets.One of the desks, empty except for a green blotter, black telephone and one wrinkled legal-sized envelope, was directly beneath the hole.“Hold this,” Briley said.Parker took the flashlight from him, and Briley put both hands on one of the lower-level joists and dropped down into the room.He swung forward once, backward once, and dropped two feet to the desk top.He grinned up toward the flashlight and dropped lithely down to the gray carpet.Behind each of the desks was a swivel chair; beside each desk was a straight armless wooden chair.Briley now picked up the nearest wooden chair and put it on top of the desk.“Join me.”Keegan went next, more awkwardly than Briley, having trouble at first finding his footing on the chair.Briley held the chair steady, but didn’t touch Keegan, who got his balance, released the joist over his head, held the chair back instead, and stepped down onto the desk.He sat down on the desk, put his feet over the side, and stood up on the floor, dusting white sheetrock powder from the seat of his pants.Parker called to Morris, “Going down now.”“Have a good time.”Parker dropped the flashlight to Briley, who lit his way.He dropped to the chair, jumped to the desk, then to the floor.“This is the worst time,” Keegan said.“Right now.What would we do if that door opened and a lot of cops came in?”Neither of the other two said anything.Keegan had lost over four hundred dollars he didn’t have yet in the blackjack game: two hundred fifty to Briley, the rest to Morris.It had made him more pessimistic and irritable than usual.This room had a window, but it opened on a narrow airshaft that came up the middle of the building.The top of the airshaft had been their landmark on the roof.Since the door was solid wood, there was no reason not to turn the light on.Briley went over and flicked the wall switch by the door, and put away the flashlight.He said, “Now we make our stairway.To paradise, huh?”“Listen to that music,” Keegan said peevishly.“What the hell ever happened to jazz?”“It’s still there,” Briley said, going over to the filing cabinets, “in the same gin mills it always was.When did jazz ever play a joint like this?”“Jazz at the Phil,” Keegan said.“I used to have all those records, before that time I got sent up.”“Jazz at the Phil,” Briley said scornfully.“Fake.” He opened a file drawer.“Empty! There’s a break.”“What do you mean, fake? All the greats were on Jazz at the Phil.”“Okay,” Briley said.“Give us a hand here, will you?”Keegan went over to help him move the filing cabinet.“I don’t know how you can call them a fake.My God! Lester Hawkins, Dizzy Gillespie, Johnny Hodges—”“I guess you’re right,” Briley said, grinning.“I must of been thinking of something else.”Parker had taken the chair down off the desk, and now stood at one end of it.Briley and Keegan put the filing cabinet down, picked up the other end of the desk, and the three of them moved it over till it was no longer directly beneath the hole [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]