"I've got it," Boyd said, "but I don't like it. After all, Malone--" Malone ignored him. "The Governor of New York promised his co-operation," he said, "and he said he'd get in touch with the Governors of New Jersey and Connecticut and get co-operation from that angle. So we'll have state and local police working with us." "That's a help," Boyd said. "We'll make such a happy team of workmen. Singing as we pull the cars apart through the long day and night and ... listen, Malone, when do you want reports on this?" "Yesterday," Malone said. Boyd's eyebrows raised, then lowered. "Great," he said dully. "I don't care how you get the cars," Malone said. "If you've got to, condemn 'em. But get every last one of them. And bring them over to Leibowitz & Hardin for a complete checkup. I'll give you the address." "Thanks," Boyd said. "Not at all," Malone said. "Glad to be of help. And don't worry; I'll have other work to do." He paused, and then went on: "I talked to Dr. Isaac Leibowitz, he's the head of the firm out there--and he says...." "Wait a minute," Boyd said. "What?" "You mean I don't have to take the cars apart myself? You mean this Leibowitz & Hardin, or whatever it is, will do it for me?" "Of course," Malone said wearily. "You re not an auto technician or an electronics man. You're an agent of the FBI." "I was beginning to wonder," Boyd said. "After all." [Illustration] "Anyhow," Malone said doggedly, "I talked to Leibowitz, and he says he can give a car a complete check in about six hours, normally." "Six hours?" Boyd stared. "That's going to take forever," he said. "Well, he can set up a kind of assembly-line process and turn out a car every fifteen minutes. Any better?" Boyd nodded. "Good," Malone said. "There can't be so many 1972 red Cadillacs in the area that we can't get through them all at that speed." He thought a minute and then added: "By the way, you might check with the Cadillac dealers around town, and find out just how many there are, sold to people living in the area." "And while I'm doing all that," Boyd said, "what are you going to be doing?" Malone looked at him and sighed. "I'll worry about that," he said. "Just get started." "Suppose Leibowitz can't find anything?" Boyd said. "If Leibowitz can't find it, it's not there," Malone said. "He can find electronic devices anywhere in any car made, he says--even if they're printed circuits hidden under the paint job." "Pretty good," Boyd said. "But suppose he doesn't?" "Then they aren't there," Malone said, "and we'll have to think of something else." He considered that. It sounded fine. Only he wished he knew what else there was to think of. Well, that was just pessimism. Leibowitz would find something, and the case would be over, and he could go back to Washington and rest. In August he was going to have his vacation, anyway, and August wasn't very far away.