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e worked for a power pany。〃 Annoyed that a witness had taken his photograph； he insisted on leaving before the media arrived because； as he put it； 〃I place a high value on my privacy。〃
That hair's…breadth rescue had occurred at 7：40 Thursday evening a Boston at 4：40 Portland time yesterday afternoon。 Holly looked at the office wall clock。 It was now 2：02 Friday morning。 Nicky O'Conner had been plucked off that vault cover not quite nine and a half hours ago。
The trail was still fresh。
She had questions to ask the Globe reporter who had written the PIECE But it was only a little after five in the morning in Boston。 He wouldn't the at work yet。
She closed out the Press's current…edition data file。 On the PUTER screen； the standard menu replaced the enlarged newspaper text。
Through a modern she accessed the vast network of data services to which the Press subscribed。 She instructed the Newsweb service to scan the stories that had been carried by the wire services and published in major U。S。 newspapers during the past three months； looking for INSTANCES in which the name 〃Jim〃 had been used within ten words of either 〃rescue〃 or the phrase 〃saved the life。〃 She asked for a printout of every article； if there should be any； but asked to be spared multiples of the same incident。
While Newsweb was fulfilling her request； she snatched up the phone at her desk and called long…distance information for area code 318； then 212 then 714； and 619； seeking a listing for Jim Ironheart in Los angelese Orange； Riverside； San Bernardino； and San Diego counties。
None of the operators was able to help her。 If he actually lived in southern California as he had told her he did； his phone was unlisted。
The laser printer that she shared with three other workstations was humming softly。 The first of Newsweb's finds was sliding into the receiving tray。
She wanted to hurry to the cabinet on which the printer stood； grab the first printout； and read it at once； but she restrained herself； focusing her attention on the telephone instead； trying to think of another way to locate Jim Ironheart down there in the part of California that locals called 〃the Southland。〃
A few years ago； she simply could have accessed the California Department of Motor Vehicles puter and； for a small fee； received the street address of anyone holding a valid driver's license in the state。
But after the actress Rebecca Schaeffer had been murdered by an obsessed fan who had tracked her down in that fashion； a new law had imposed restrictions on DMV records。
If she had been an acplished puter hacker； steeped in their arcane knowledge； she no doubt could have finessed entrance to the DMV records in spite of their new safeguards； or perhaps she could have pried into credit…agency databanks to search for a file on Ironheart。
She had known reporters who honed their puter skills for just that purpose； but she had always sought her sources and information in a strictly legitimate fashion； without deception。
Which is why you're writing about such thrilling stuff as the Timber Trophy； she thought sourly。
While she puzzled over a solution to the problem； she hurried to the vending room and got a cup of coffee from the coin…operated brewer。 It tasted like yak bile。 She drank it anyway； because she was going to need the caffeine before the night was through。 She bought another cup and returned with it to the newsroom。
The laser printer was silent。 She grabbed the pages from its tray and sat down at her desk。
Newsweb had turned up a thick stack of stories from the national press in which the name 〃Jim〃 was used within ten words of 〃rescue〃 or 〃saved the life。〃 She counted them quickly。 Twenty…nine。
The first was a human…interest piece from the Chicago Sun…Times； and Holly read the opening sentence aloud： 〃Jim Foster； of Oak Park； has rescued over one hundred stranded cats from〃 She dropped that printout in her wastecan and looked at the next one。 It was from the Philadelphia Inquirerù 〃Jim Pilsbury； pitching for the Phillies； rescued his club from a humiliating defeat〃 Throwing that one aside； as well； she looked at the third。 It was a movie review； so she didn't bother searching for the mention of Jim。 The fourth was a reference to Jim Harrison； the novelist。 The fifth was a story about a New Jersey politician who used the Heimlich maneuver to save the life of a Mafia boss in a barroom； where they were having a couple of beers together； when the patron began to choke to death on a chunk of peppery hot Slim Jim sausage。
She was beginning to worry that she would e up empty…handed by the bottom of the stack； but the sixth article； from the Houston Chronicle； opened her eyes wider than the vile coffee had。 WOMAN SAVED FROM； VENGEFUL HUSBAND。 On July 14； after winning both financial and child custody issues in a bitter divorce suit； Amanda Cutter had nearly been； shot by her enraged husband； Cosmo； outside her home in the wealth River Oaks district of the city。 After Cosmo missed her with the first two shots； she had been saved by a man who 〃appeared out of nowhere；〃 wrestled her maddened spouse to the ground； and disarmed him。
her savior had identified himself only as 〃Jim；〃 and had walked off into that humid Houston afternoon before the police arrived。 The thirty…year…old divorcee had clearly been smitten； for she described him as 〃handsome sort of muscular； like a superhero right out of a movie； with the dreamie blue eyes。〃
Holly could still picture Jim Ironheart's intensely blue eyes。 She was not the kind of woman who would refer to them as 〃dreamy；〃 although they were certainly the clearest and most arresting eyes she'd ever。 。。 oh hell； yes； they were dreamy。 She was reluctant to admit to the adolescent reaction that he had inspired in her； but she was not any better at deceiving herself than she was at deceiving other people。
She recalled an initial eerie impression of inhuman coldness； upon first meeting his gaze； but that passed and never returned from the moment he smiled。
The seventh article was about another modest Jim who had not hung around to accept thanks and praise…or media attention…after rescuing Carmen Diaz； thirty； from a burning apartment house in Miami on the fifth of July。 He had blue eyes。
Poring through the remaining twenty…two articles； Holly found two more about Ironheart； though only his first name was mentioned。 On June 1； Thaddeus Johnson； twelve； had almost been pitched off the roof of an eight…story Harlem tenement by four members of a neighborhood youth gang who had not responded well to his disdainful rejection of an invitation to join their drug…peddling fraternity。 He was rescued by a blue…eyed man who incapacitated the four thugs with a dazzling series of Tae Kwan Do kicks； chops； thrusts； and throws。 〃He was like Batman without the funny clothes；〃 Thaddeus had told the Daily News reporter。
Two Wednesdays prior to that； on June 7； another blue…eyed Jim 〃just seemed to materialize〃 on the property of Louis Andretti； twenty…eight； of Corona； California； in time to warn the homeowner not to enter a crawlspace under his house to repair a plumbing leak。 〃He told me a family of rattlers had settled in there；〃 Andretti told the reporter。
Later； when agents from the county's Animal Control inspected the crawlspace from the perimeter； with the aid of a halogen lamp； they saw not just a nest but 〃something out of a〃 nightmare；〃 and eventually extracted forty…one snakes from beneath the structure。 〃What I don't understand；〃 Andretti said； 〃is how that guy knew the rattlers were there； when I live in the house and never had a clue。〃
Now Holly had four linked incidents to add to the rescue of Nicky O Conner in Boston and Billy Jenkins in Portland； all since the first of June。 She typed in new instructions to Newsweb； asking for the same search to be made for the months of March； April； and May。
She needed more coffee； and when she got up to go to the vending room； she saw that George Fintel had evidently awakened and staggered home。
She hadn't heard him leave。 Tommy was gone； as well。 She was alone。
She got another cup of coffee； and it didn't taste as bad as it
