Timber Line

Chapter Eighteen

Chiun had marched off into the woods, to find some peace and quiet.

Remo had called Smith again, while Joey was in the back of the log cabin.

"I just traced that tape recorder to Harvey Quibble," Smith said.

"I know all about it," Remo said. "He's dead. Stacy's dead. The job's done."

"Oh," said Smith. "Then I guess there isn't much for us to talk about, is there?"

"No," Remo said.

He heard Smith clear his throat, nervously, as if trying to muster up the courage to speak.

"What is it?" Remo said.

"Give Joey... give Joey my love."

Remo looked up as the pretty long-legged woman walked toward him. She had taken off her clothes. She extended her long, naked arms toward him.

"I'll be glad to," Remo said. "Glad to."

And he was.