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"I
don't follow," Lisa said.
"I was in Taylor's
office in January," I said, "when Victor Silco came in and they had an
odd meeting."
"Odd?" she said.
"Bingo," Perkins said to
me. "Definitely odd."
I recounted the entire
story--again.
"So he looked upset when
you told him to have a good season," Lisa said.
"You're missing the
point," I said. "He was so wrapped up in whatever he was thinking that
my comment startled him, or something."
"Or something," Perkins
said. He went to the fridge and helped himself to a second beer.
"Do you think Victor
Silco ran Brian Taylor off the road?"
He opened the bottle and
shrugged. "I'd like to know more about this Russian golf thing. I ask
for information from people in Taylor's office and I get press releases.
I want to talk to him about it."
"What has he told the
cops?" I said.
"Just about zip. That
it'll be great and wonderful. That it'll help the people of the former
Soviet Union. That Silco is a generous benefactor."
"You talk to Pete
Taylor?" I said.
"His brother, the
golfer?"
I nodded.
"Not yet. Why?"
"I'm curious," I said.
"He's funding part of this, too, and he's a nice guy with a lot of
problems right now, I think."
Lisa said, "You can say
that again."
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