Across town, in another part of the city, reporters and TV crews were waiting in the street for Lou Dinetto as he left the courtroom, smiling and waving, the greeting of royalty to the peasants. There were two bodyguards at his side, a tall, thin man known as the Shadow, and a heavy set man called Rhino. Lou Dinetto was, as always, dressed elegantly and expensively, in a gray silk suit with a white shirt, blue tie, and alligator shoes. His clothes had to be carefully tailored to make him look trim, because he was short and stout, with bandy legs. He always had a smile and a ready quip for the press, and they enjoyed quoting him. Dinetto had been indicted and tried three times on charges ranging from arson to racketeering to murder, and each time had gone free.

Dinetto laughed. "Of course I did. I'm an innocent businessman. The government has got nothing better to do than to persecute me. That's one of the reasons our taxes are so high."

Now as he left the courtroom, one of the reporters yelled out, "Did you know you were going to be acquitted, Mr. Dinetto?"

"Mr. Dinetto…"

"Mr. Dinetto…"

The Shadow slipped behind the wheel.

"The only thing I arrange for is where people sit at my restaurant. I want everybody to be comfortable." He grinned at the milling crowd of reporters. "By the way, you're all invited to the restaurant tonight for a free dinner and drinks."

He was moving toward the curb, where a black stretch limousine was waiting for him.

"Mr. Dinetto…"

"I'll see you at my restaurant tonight, boys and girls. You all know where it is."

"Certainly I can explain it," Dinetto said. "They were honest citizens who decided not to perjure themselves."

A TV camera was aimed at him. Lou Dinetto stopped to smile into it.

"The government claims that you're the head of the West Coast mob, and that it was you who arranged for --"

And Lou Dinetto was in the car, waving and smiling. Rhino closed the door of the limousine and got into the front seat.

"Mr. Dinetto, can you explain why two witnesses who were scheduled to testify against you in your murder trial failed to appear?"

Dinetto nodded. "Good."

"And you decided his life was more important than mine? You stupid asshole!"

The car started off.

"I don't like that question about the witnesses," Dinetto said. "You sure they'll never…?"

"Not unless they can talk underwater, boss."

"Where to?" the Shadow asked.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Dinetto screamed. "You trying to kill me?"

The car was speeding along Fillmore Street. Dinetto said, "Did you see the look on the DA's face when the judge dismissed…?"

Rhino was moaning. He turned around, and Dinetto saw blood pouring from a large cut in his forehead.

'That was great, boss!" Rhino said. "You sure know how to handle them bums."

A small dog appeared out of nowhere, directly in front of the limousine. The Shadow swung the wheel hard to avoid hitting it and jammed on the brakes. The car jumped the curb and crashed into a lamppost. Rhino's head flew forward into the windshield.

The Shadow was trembling. "Sorry, boss. A dog ran in front of the car…"

"Home. I can use a hot bath and a good steak."

"He's not waiting for anything," Dinetto told her. "You'll take care of him now."

"For Christ's sake!" Dinetto screamed. "Look what you've done!"

"The Embarcadero is only a couple of blocks down. We'll take him to the emergency ward there."

The Shadow backed the limousine off the curb.

"Right, boss."

"I'm all right," Rhino mumbled.

Kat looked up. "Are you talking to me?"

Dinetto called out to Kat, "Hey, you!"

"I said to take care of him now," Dinetto snapped.

"Who the hell do you think I'm talking to? This man is bleeding. Get him fixed up right away."

Dinetto sank back in his seat. "A dog," he said disgustedly. "Jesus!"

"There are half a dozen others ahead of him," Kat said quietly. "He'll have to wait his turn."

Kat was in the emergency ward when Dinetto, the Shadow, and Rhino walked in. Rhino was bleeding heavily.

"The hell you are!" Dinetto turned to the Shadow. "Get him to a hospital."

Kat stepped over to Rhino and examined him. She took a piece of cotton and pressed it against the cut. "Hold it there. I'll be back."

Rhino said, "You can't talk to --"

The Shadow said, "Lady, you don't know who you're talking to. You better do what the man says. This is Mr. Lou Dinetto."

"Now that the introductions are over," Dinetto said impatiently, "take care of my man."

Kat turned to Dinetto. "This is an emergency hospital ward. I'm the doctor in charge. So either keep quiet or get out."

"You have a hearing problem," Kat said. "I'll tell vou once more. Keep quiet or get out of here. I have work to do."

Dinetto turned to him. "Shut up!" He looked at again, and his tone changed. "I would appreciate it if you could get to him as soon as possible."

"I'll do my best." Kat sat Rhino down on a cot. "Lie down. I'll be back in a few minutes." She looked at Dinetto. "There are some chairs over there in the corner.''

"I don't think it would make any difference. She's got balls."

Dinetto and the Shadow watched her walk to the other end of the ward to take care of the waiting patients.

"Jesus," the Shadow said. "She has no idea who you are."

"This isn't for the hospital. It's for you."

When Kat was finished, she said, "That should heal nicely. Come back in five days, and I'll take out the stitches."

"No, thanks."

"The cashier's office is outside."

"Leverage. I think she might come in very handy."

The Shadow said, "Maybe it wasn't enough, boss."

"Okay. I want you to find out everything you can about this doctor."

"What for?"

Dinetto walked over and examined Rhino's forehead. "That's a damn good job."

"Yeah."

The Shadow took a hundred-dollar bill out of his pocket. "Here."

Dinetto shook his head. "She's an independent broad. I like that." He was silent for a moment. "Doc Evans is retiring, right?"

"Wait a minute," Dinetto called. He turned to the Shadow."Give her a C-note."

Dinetto stood watching as Kat skillfully put stitches in Rhino's forehead.

Fifteen minutes later, Kat returned to Rhino and examined him. "No concussion," she announced. "You're lucky. That's a nasty cut."

Dinetto stared as Kat walked away and began working on another patient.

"Thanks," Kat said. "Now, if you'll excuse me…"