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worked here before?”
    â€œOh, yeah. I call them Nikolai and Doctor Zhivago. They like that. Both pigs, but if you make them happy, they’re not afraid to open their wallets wide for a tip. Here, let me try the party room.”
    Seconds later the women were buzzed in and Laura saw the two Russians come to the entrance to the party room and wave them over.
    â€œEscort service,” Laura relayed to Jack. “Maybe the party is starting sooner than we thought,” replied Jack.
    Laura watched as the two Russians carefully examined the women, before taking one on each arm and heading for the elevator. The other three escorts remained in the party room.
    â€œOur boys aren’t greedy,” radioed Laura.

    â€œHow so?” asked Jack.
    â€œThey only picked two each and headed up to their room. Must be saving the other three for later.”
    An hour later, the entourage from upstairs returned. One woman made a motion to re-button the top of her blouse but the Fat Man playfully slapped her hand away. He laughed and shook his finger and said, “No, no, no. I like to look.”
    Laura noticed that both Russians had changed their clothes and were now wearing expensive-looking shoes, slacks, and silk shirts open at the neck.
    The next hour went by relatively quietly and a mixture of men and women started to arrive. As this happened, Jack would walk down the sidewalk while using the voice-activated tape recorder in his inside jacket pocket to record license plates. When people entered the apartment, Laura confirmed who was of interest and who wasn’t. In the end, Jack had recorded over two-dozen license plates and he estimated that, with the taxis included, approximately forty to forty-five people were at the party.
    Several hours passed and Laura whispered into her radio, “Jack, just to let you know that the apartment above me is being used ... about half an hour at a time.”
    â€œThe seven escorts?”
    â€œSo far, five of them. Five different guys, too.”
    â€œSpecial guests getting their treats upstairs,” radioed Jack. “Let me know when they leave. I’ll try to identify them.”
    â€œGetting their treats? Is that what you call it? You must have been
very
disappointed as a kid on Halloween—stand by! Three of the guys who were
treated
upstairs are now giving Moustache Pete a hug at the door ... he’s kissing each one on the cheek. The three of them are heading for the entrance now. You can’t miss them. They’re all Asians and looking a little whiskied. Incidentally, all of them preferred blondes.”

    Jack had no trouble following the three men and was pleased to see that they each drove away in separate cars. He recorded three licence plates, ones he had seen earlier, as now being of particular significance.
    The other two men who had been entertained upstairs eventually left separately. The first one drove away in a Jaguar while the second drove off in a Porsche. Jack didn’t need to double check these plates. He had remembered them from when they first arrived.
    It was three o’clock in the morning when Jack dropped Laura off at her car to drive home.
    â€œSomething was really out of place at the party tonight,” said Laura.
    â€œThat being?” asked Jack.
    â€œAll the guests. With the exception of the seven hookers who arrived first, everyone else was either dressed—or acted—like lower-class hoods and gangsters.”
    â€œHoods and gangsters ... there’s an old expression. You been watching
The Untouchables
again?”
    â€œYou know what I mean. Walking around with real attitude. Wearing too much gold jewellery. Doused in enough aftershave to make you gag.”
    â€œYou smelled aftershave? Did you go inside?”
    â€œDidn’t have to. I could smell it coming through under the door.”
    â€œGood. Don’t know how long we’ll be working on these guys. I don’t want them