"I don't see what I've been sitting around here for, all this time," his partner complained. "I could have been home sleeping until you needed me." "I need you now," Malone said. "I want you to take over part of this plan." Boyd nodded sourly. "Oh, all right," he said. "Here's what I want," Malone said. "Every red 1972 Cadillac in the area is to be picked up for inspection. I don't care why--make up a reason. A general traffic check. Anything you please. You can work that end of it out with the commissioner; he knows about it and he's willing to go along." "Great," Boyd said. "Do you have any idea how many cars there are in a city this size?" "Well, we don't want all of them," Malone said. "Only red 1972 Cadillacs." "It's still a lot," Boyd said. "If there were only three," Malone said, "we wouldn't have any problems." "And wouldn't that be nice?" Boyd said. "Sure," Malone said, "but it isn't true. Anyhow, I want every one of those cars checked for any oddity, no matter how small. If there's an inch-long scratch on one fender, I want to know about it. If you've got to take the cars apart, then do that." "Me?" Boyd said. "All by myself?" "My God, no," Malone said. "Use your head. There'll be a team working with you. Let me explain it. Every nut, every bolt, every inch of those cars has to be examined thoroughly--got it?" "I've got it," Boyd said, "but I'm damned if I like it. After all, Malone--" Malone ignored him. "The governor of New York's promised his cooperation," he said, "and he said he'd get in touch with the governors of New Jersey and Connecticut and get cooperation from that angle. So we'll have both 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 and 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 and 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." "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.