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When Max Fairbanks, a vastly wealthy and powerful magnate, catches John Dortmunder breaking into his Long Island mansion, he thinks he is dealing with some regular loser. It amuses him to deprive Dortmund of his lucky ring. In Westlakes ingenious and dazzling comic thriller, Fairbanks lives to regret that gratuitous humiliation. The engaging Dortmund gathers a band of cronies, and exacts revenge at a series of the rich mans fancy palaces, from a penthouse on Broadway to a fantasy retreat in Las Vegas.

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WHATS THE WORST THAT COULD HAPPEN By Donald E Westlake A book in the - photo 1

WHAT'S THE WORST THAT COULD HAPPEN

By

Donald E. Westlake

A book in the Dortmunder series

FOR QUINN MALLOY

As the I Ching says: Difficulty at the beginning works supreme success.

This is no time for levity Oliver Hardy

This is no time for levity. Hmp! Stan Laurel, in agreement

1

From the circumstances, Dortmunder would say it was a missing-heir scam. It had begun a week ago, when a guy he knew slightly, a fella called A.K.A. because he operated under so many different names, phoned him and said, Hey, John, its A.K.A. here, Im wondering, you got the flu, something like that? We dont see you around the regular place for a while.

Which regular place is that? Dortmunder asked.

Armweerys.

Oh, yeah, Dortmunder said. Well, I been cuttin back. I might see you there sometime.

Off the phone, Dortmunder looked up the address of Armweerys and went there, and A.K.A. was at a booth in the back, under the LOOSE LIPS SINK SHIPS poster where some wag had blacked out most of the Japs teeth.

What this is, A.K.A. said, under his new mustache (this one was gingery, and so, at the moment, was his hair), is a deposition. A week from Thursday, 10:00 A . M ., this lawyers office in the Graybar Building. Take maybe an hour. You go in, they swear you, ask you some questions, thats it.

Do I know the answers?

You will.

Whats in it for me?

Half a gee.

Five hundred dollars for an hours work; not so bad. If, of course. Depending. Dortmunder said, Whats the worst that could happen?

A.K.A. shrugged. They go looking for Fred Mullins out on Long Island.

Whos he?

You.

Got it, Dortmunder said.

Therell also be a lawyer on our side there, A.K.A. told him. I mean, the side of the guy thats running this thing. The lawyer isnt in on whats going down, by him you are Fred Mullins, from Carrport, Long Island, so hes just there to see the other side doesnt stray from the program. And at the end of it, in the elevator, he gives you the envelope.

Sounds okay.

Easy as falling off a diet, A.K.A. said, and handed him a manila envelope, which he took home and opened, to find it contained a whole story about one Fredric Albert Mullins and an entire family named Anadarko, all living on Red Tide Street out in Carrport between 1972 and 1985. Dortmunder diligently memorized it all, having his faithful companion May deposition him on the information every evening when she came home from the Safeway supermarket where she was a cashier. And then, on the following Wednesday, the day before his personal private show was to open, Dortmunder got another call from A.K.A., who said, You know that car I was gonna buy?

Uh oh. Yeah? Dortmunder said. You were gonna pay five hundred for it, I remember.

Turns out, at the last minute, A.K.A. said, its a real lemon, got unexpected problems. In a word, it wont run.

And the five hundred?

Well, you know, John, A.K.A. said, Im not buying the car.

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Which was why, that Thursday morning at ten, instead of being in a lawyers office in the Graybar Building in midtown Manhattan, just an elevator ride up from Grand Central Station (crossroads of the same four hundred thousand lives every day), talking about the Anadarko family of Carrport, Long Island, Dortmunder was at home, doing his best to clear his brain of all memory of Fred Mullins and his entire neighborhood. Which was why he was there to answer the doorbell when it rang at ten twenty-two that morning, to find a FedEx person standing in the hall there.

No FedEx person had ever before sought out Dortmunder, so he wasnt exactly sure what was the protocol, but the person walked him through it, and the experience wasnt hard at all.

What was being delivered was a Pak, which was a bright red-white-and-blue cardboard envelope with something inside it. The Pak was addressed to May Bellamy and came from a law firm somewhere in Ohio. Dortmunder knew May had family in Ohio, which was why she never went there, so he agreed to take the package, wrote Ralph Bellamy where the person wanted a signature, and then spent the rest of the day wondering what was in the Pak, which made for a fine distraction.

The result was, by the time May got home from the Safeway at 5:40 that afternoon Dortmunder couldnt have told an Anadarko from an Annapolis graduate. You got a Pak, he said.

Ive got two entire bags. Here, carry one.

Thats not what I meant, Dortmunder told her, accepting one of the two grocery bags containing Mays daily unofficial bonus to herself. He followed her to the kitchen, put the bag on the counter, pointed to the Pak on the table, and said, Its from Ohio. FedEx. Its a Pak.

Whats in it?

No idea.

May stood beside the table, frowning at the Pak, not yet touching it. Its from Cincinnati, she announced.

I noticed that.

From some lawyers there.

Saw that, too. It came this morning, a little before ten-thirty.

Thats what they say they do, May agreed, deliver everything by ten-thirty in the morning. I dont know what they do, the rest of the day.

May, Dortmunder said, are you going to open that thing?

Well, I dont know, she said. If I do, do you think Im liable for something?

Like what?

I dont know. Lawyers, she explained.

Open it, Dortmunder suggested, and if its some kind of problem, well both lie, well say we never got it.

Did you have to sign for it or anything?

Sure.

May looked at him, and finally understood. Okay, she said, and picked the thing up. With hardly any hesitation at all, she pulled the tab along the top, reached inside, and withdrew a folded sheet of top-quality letterhead stationery and a small box, such as earrings might come in, or a kidnap victims finger.

Putting down the Pak and the box, May opened the letter, read it, and silently passed it to Dortmunder, who looked at the five legal names and the important-looking address all in thick black across the top of the heavy expensive sheet of paper. There was also a whole string of names running down the left side, and then the typing: A heading to Ms May Bellamy at this apartment in this building on East Nineteenth Street, New York, New York, 10003, and

Dear Ms Bellamy:

We represent the estate of the late Gideon Gilbert Goodwin, sanguinely related to yourself. The deceased having passed away on April 1st inst., intestate except for a holograph letter to his niece June Havershaw, dated February 28, inst., requesting of her that she distribute his worldly goods to family members upon his demise as she saw fit, and Ms Havershaw having come to the conclusion that you, her sister and therefore also a niece of the decedent, should receive the enclosed from among the late G. G. Goodwins effects, we are pleased to forward to you the late Mr. Goodwins lucky ring, which he considered one of his most prized possessions, and which Ms Havershaw felt you would most appreciate for its sentimental value.

Further enquiries on this matter should be directed directly to Ms Havershaw, the executrix of the G. G. Goodwin estate.

With warmest regards,

Jethro Tulley

G. G. Goodwin, Dortmunder said.

I remember him, May said. At least, I think I do. Hes the one smelled like horse manure, I think. He was out at the track all the time.

You werent all that close to him, I guess.

I didnt want to be, the way I remember it.

Your sister was closer to him.

June always sucked up the grown-ups, May said. She didnt care what they smelled like.

Out to the track a lot, you say, Dortmunder said.

He was a horseplayer, thats right.

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