CHAPTER 24Earl sat at his desk, and with shaky hands, he called Wilbur. “Christ, Wilbur, I’m in trouble. Do you know a good tax lawyer?”
“I heard ya got rousted by the tax boys,” said Wilbur. “Nobody in the bank or your old company was supposed to talk about it, so it’s all over town. Did they freeze your accounts too?”
“Yeah. They got me trussed and gutted like a pig. I have some money in—”
“Shut up, Earl,” Wilbur growled. “I don’t want to know. The less I know about your affairs, the better off we’ll both be. If they got warrants for your financial records, maybe they got warrants for surveillance too.”
“Damn. How—”
“Drop by the store tomorrow. I got an . . . antique vase I think your wife would like. I’ll give ya a deal on it.”
Earl sorted through what Wilbur had said. Surveillanc
