The list was very short. It was McDeere or no one.

The managing partner, Royce McKnight, studied a dossier labeled:

Mitchell Y. McDeere,

Harvard

An inch thick with small print and a few photographs, it had been prepared by some ex?CIA agents in a private intelligence outfit in Bethesda. They were clients of and each year did the investigating for no fee. It was easy work, they said, checking out unsuspecting law students. They learned, for instance, that he preferred to leave the Northeast, that he was holding three job offers, two in New York and one in Chicago, and that the highest offer was $76,000 and the lowest was $68,000. He was in demand. He had been given the opportunity to cheat on a securities exam during his second year. He declined, and made the highest grade in the class. Two months ago he had been offered cocaine at a law school party. He said No  and left when everyone began snorting. He drank an occasional beer, but drinking was expensive and he had no money. He owed close to $23,000 in student loans. He was hungry.

Royce McKnight flipped through the dossier and smiled. McDeere was their man.

Lamar Quin was thirty?two and not yet a partner. He had been brought along to look young and act young and project a youthful image for Bendini, Lambert & Locke , which in fact was a young firm, since most of the partners retired in their late forties or early fifties with money to burn.

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