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"Okay," his partner said "Let's get the hell away"

Pitt reached the bottom of the broad stone steps as the plumber's truck drove past in front of hi through the parking lot He was seventy yards fro of a horn

Al Giordino drew up alongside in a Ford Bronco four-wheel drive

His curly black hair was shaggy and uncorowth covered his chin He looked as if he hadn't slept in a week

"Sneaking home early?" he said

"I was until you caught

"Lucky you, sitting around with nothing to do"

"You wrap the Eagle salvage?" Pitt asked

Giordino gave a tired nod "Towed her up the river and pushed her into dry dock about three hours ago You can smell her death stink a mile away"

"At least you didn't have to remove the bodies"

"No, a Navy diving tealy chore"

"Take a week off You've earned it"

Giordino spread his Roman smile "Thanks, boss I needed that"

Then his expression turned sole new on the Pilottown?"

"We're zeroing in-" Pitt never finished the sentence A thunderous explosion tore the air A ball of flaed metal debris burst in all directions A tire and wheel, the chroh are and landed with a loud crunch in the middle of Giordino's hood