which were waiting out at sea. None of Morolto's men even saw him come, and none of them saw him go with his three new passengers. ♦ At six in the morning Tammy phoned Tarrance, just as Mitch had said she should. 'You can have the files now, Wayne,' she said. 'They're in Room 38, Blue Tide Hotel, Panama City Beach. The clerk is called Andy and he'll let you into the room. Be careful with the files, Wayne, we've taken a lot of time and trouble getting them all neat for you. And you'll find sixteen hours of film there too.' 'I have just one question,' Tarrance said tiredly. 'Where is he?' 'By now,' said Tammy, 'they're on a plane to South America. I've got to go. Goodbye.' ♦ The boat Abanks had bought them was perfect. With it and the money they could spend the rest of their lives sailing in luxury among the thousands of islands in the West Indies. They could have homes on two or three of the smaller ones, like Little Cayman, where no one ever came. Abanks taught them all he knew about boating and about the islands. They knew from newspapers that the firm and the Morolto family were finished. Fifty-one present and past members of the firm were arrested, and the Morolto family trials would go on for years. The Memphis newspapers listed the names of all the arrested lawyers. As Mitch read their names he saw their faces. He almost felt sorry for some of them, and he pitied their wives and children. What a waste of talent. 'I love you, Mitch.' Abby was standing behind him. 'We'll be OK. As long as we're together we can handle anything.' 'I never really wanted to be a lawyer, anyway,' Mitch said. 'I always wanted to be a sailor.'