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. I'll try there."
"Better call them first and tell them I sent you. I'm Rabbi Ezra ben David.
Reminds me. 'Ames, Richard.' Are you the Richard Ames who's wanted for murder?"
"My word!"
"Surprise you? Too true, cobber. I've got a copy of the notice here
someplace." He shuffled through magazines and penciled notes and chess problems.
"Here it is. You're wanted in Golden Rule habitat-seems you chilled some VIP. So
they say."
"Interesting. Is there a tab out on me here?"
"In Luna? I don't think so. Why would there be? Still the same old
standoff; no diplomatic relations with Golden Rule until they qualify under the
Oslo Convention. Which they cannot without a basic bill of rights. Which is not
bloody likely."
"I suppose so."
"Still... if you need lawyer help, come see me; I do that, too. Catch me
here any day after noon, or leave your name at Seymour's Kosher Fish Emporium
across from Carnegie Library. Seymour's my son."
"Thanks, I'll remember. By the way, who is it I'm supposed to have killed?"
"Don't you know?"
"Since I didn't kill anybody how could I know?"
"There are logical lacunae in that which I will not examine. It is set
forth here that your victim hight Enrico Schultz. Does that name trigger your
memory?"
"'Enrico Schultz.' I don't think I've ever heard that name. A stranger to
me. Most murder victims are killed by close friends or relatives-not by
strangers
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