"What do we know?”

"George Sedbauer.”

"Doesn't sound familiar," Lyle said.

"I knew George. George was an interesting guy. He could charm people. Charm the ass off anybody. But he had this thing, this almost gift for complications. He would find ways to get into trouble. If a way didn't exist, he'd invent one. He was in trouble with the Board more than once. George was likable but you never knew where he was.”

"Until now.”

"You know now.”

"I heard they caught up to the guy down on Bridge Street or somewhere?”

"They got him in the bond room. He never made it out to the street.”

"I heard street.”

"He made it no further than the bond room," McKechnie said. "Whoever told you Bridge Street, tell him he's spinning a web of lies.”

"I heard he made it out.”

"Sheer fantasy.”

"A trail of deceit, is that it?”

"What did you hear about his identity?”

"Nothing," Lyle said.

"That's good, because there's nothing to hear. That anybody's heard of, he never existed before today. Hey, when the hell are you coming up to have dinner with us with your goddamn spouse and all?”

"We never seem to get out.”

"My wife is still with the tests.”

"We seem to have trouble getting out. We're not organized. She's as bad as I am. One of these days we'll get organized enough.”

"You sure you're married, Lyle? There's talk you got something going with so many women in so many places, you couldn't possibly have a wife too. I hear talk.”

Lyle blinked into his beer, smiling lightly.

"He had a visitor s badge, I understand.

"Correct," McKechnie said.

"Well whose visitor? Obviously that's the thing.”

"He was George Sedbauer's visitor.”