Now, were you present when that boat was recovered? I looked at the check, but didnt touch it. Then I looked at Vullo. You dont want to miss the ending, do you? He has no idea about any of this. Hes a white-hatter, hacks for a living. Apparently nowhere. The only possible place for a bullet to have left that room without leaving a telltale hole was to go through the French doors. The labor statesman, it turned out, was one Stacey Hundermark, who was president of something called the Public Employees Union (AFL–CIO), which Hundermark had helped found back in Minneapolis in 1932 and had since nurtured to a respectable membership of around 250,000. Now, it seemed, some young upstart wanted to take Hundermarks job away from him. The upstart was one Arch Mix who, my uncle had hastened to assure me, was no relation to Tom. What? he said and his voice was so low and indistinct that I had trouble hearing him. This is Derek. Funny, Quane said, thats just what Ward and I were saying on the way out here. About you, I mean. Conrad, Chapter Five Stone and Dino got down on their hands and knees and peered at the tiny space. They were rewarded with a tiny but definite flash, red this time. Stone got a powerful little flashlight from a desk drawer and directed the beam at the space. He had to wait another minute for the flash, and this time, he marked the baseboard with a felt-tipped pen. Thats it, Mason said. What more do you want? Sure, Dino said, tossing it to him from the front seat. Keep everything in exactly the same order its in. He gave the driver an address on East Sixty-sixth Street, and they pulled onto the street. If its no trouble. Wait a minute, Dino said, getting out of the car. He ran back to the front of the market, disappeared, then returned to the car. I wanted a look inside the SUV, he said. “Clean as a hounds tooth.” He opened his paper bag and handed Stone a chunk of carrot cake on a napkin. He went over to the Plymouth.I wantcha to see this, he said. He opened the rear door. Lying on the back seat on his side with his knees drawn up to his chest and his thumb in his mouth was Roger Vullo. His eyes were open and staring. When I went closer I could smell the urine. Roger Vullo had wet his pants. Handling what?.