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and bookshelves, were lined with

snow globes from around the world. The man had literally hundreds of them.

"I buy one in every city I set foot in," Talcott said

proudly. "Three hundred and forty-eight and counting."

Jack and I sat down. Talcott seemed disappointed that

we weren't impressed. We took out our notepads and pens

as Talcott sat down. He waited a moment to see if we might

compliment his collection. When it was clear we weren't

going to, he said, "So, gentlemen. What can I do for you?"

"First off, Mr. Talcott, this is my associate Henry

Parker. My apologies for not introducing him earlier."

"Parker," Talcott said. "Where have I heard that name

before?"

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"It's a pretty common surname," I replied.

"Any relation to Peter Parker?" Talcott asked.

"You mean Spider-Man?"

"Is that the character's name? I could have sworn I

knew someone else named Parker. In any event, your

name does ring a bell."

I looked at Jack, hoping we could move on. He seemed

to get the nod.

"Mr. Talcott," he said, "do you manage the property at

sixteen-twenty Avenue of the Americas?"

"I do," Talcott said.

"Are you aware of a company called 718 Enterprises

that, up until recently, occupied space in that building?"

Talcott took a moment before responding, "No."

Jack's eyebrows raised. "You're saying there was

never a company at that location with the name 718 Enterprises, or anything similar to that?"

"Yes," he said.

"Yes, there was a company, or yes there was not?"

"There was no company with that name at that location."

Jack turned to me, shifting his whole body. I realized

Jack had never seen the sign for the company, he hadn't

witnessed the young men marching in and out of the

building with full bags. I was the only witness, at least

the only one who was on our side.

"Mr. Talcott, do you read the news?"

"Of course I do. I'm quite fond of Mr. O'Donnell's

work, as I said."

"Do you read it regularly?"

"I would say so."

"Well, then do you recognize the name Stephen

Gaines? Or a company called 718 Enterprises?"

This time Talcott's "no" was hesitant. There was rec-68

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ognition on his face, but he wasn't about to incriminate

himself.

"Let me give you a little backstory. Stephen Gaines

was murdered a few weeks ago. Shot in the head in a

dingy apartment in Alphabet City. It was in the news

quite a bit, especially after the primary suspect was

cleared."

"That does ring a bell," Talcott said. "So much strife

in the news these days, who can remember a name? But

the case does sound familiar. Boy's father was accused

of the crime, wasn't he?"

"That's right. Want to know something else?" I said.

Talcott seemed unsure of how to respond, so he simply

said, "Sure."

"Stephen Gaines was my brother."

"I--I'm sorry to hear that. My condolences."

"See, my brother worked with those two guys, Scott

Callahan and Kyle Evans. And my brother confided everything in me." This part was BS. We'd had one conversation lasting thirty seconds and I didn't even know he

was my brother at the time. "And he told me that Scott

and Kyle were employed--that's a loose term--by 718

Enterprises. Who worked out of your building. Now, if

you still don't remember them I can get you the documentation and you'll see it at the same time we print it." I

looked at Talcott's desk. Saw a photo of him with a

woman and young boy on a beach, all three beaming. "I

don't know how I'd explain to my son why Daddy's

picture is all over the news."

Talcott turned a ghastly shade of white, and rocked back

in his chair. The chair, unfortunately, did not lean back with

him, and he nearly toppled over before righting himself.

Talcott cleared his throat before suddenly leaning

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down to rummage under his desk. I felt my fingers gripping the sides of the chair--was he going for a gun?

My nerves quieted when I saw what Talcott was reaching for a bottle of Glenfiddich single malt, aged twentyone years. Slightly less dangerous than a gun, though

from the shaking of his hands my guess was that after

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