“Yeah, okay, I’ll look into that.”
“And tell your guys no pastel tuxedos or ruffled shirts. Keep it discreet.”
Guido looked at Stone closely. “You think we don’t know how to dress?”
“I thought we already covered that point, Guido. This is Palm Beach; it’s different.”
He nodded. “Different from Brooklyn.”
“Different from anywhere you’ve ever been before. Give me the names of your people, and I’ll get them on the guest list.”
Guido took a notebook from one of his many shirt pockets and jotted down some names, then ripped off the sheet and gave it to Stone.
Stone read them aloud: “Mr. Smith, Mr. Jones, Mr. Williams and Mr. Edwards?”
“I’m Mr. Edwards,” Guido said.
“Got it.” Stone put the piece of paper into his pocket and stood up. “Thanks for checking in, Guido. I appreciate your help with this.”
“I ain’t doing it for you,” Guido said, then walked away.
Stone watched him go, then walked back to the yacht and found Cal-lie. “Please add these names to the guest list for Sunday,” he said, handing her the paper.
Callie looked at it. “Do these people have first names?”
“No,” Stone said.
53
Stone walked down Worth Avenue with Dino at his side, trying not to look behind him or at the reflections in windows.
“What are we doing, Stone?” Dino asked.
“We’re trolling.”
“For Dolce?”
“Yes.”
“Which one of us is the bait on the hook?”
“I am.”
“So what am I?”
“You’re the cork.”
“I must remember to stay out of the line of fire,” Dino said.
“Don’t worry, Guido and his buddies are on the job.”
“Oh, that really makes me feel better: protection from goombahs.”
“You’re a goombah,” Stone said.
“You say that again, and I’ll shoot you myself.”
“Come on, Dino, the only thing separating your life from Guido’s and his chums’ is the entrance exam to the police academy.”
“You’re really trying to piss me off, aren’t you?”
“Can’t you take a joke?”
“I’m going to sic the Italian-American Defamation League onto your ass,” Dino said.
“Didn’t the people who ran that fine organization all get gunned down while eating clams?”
“Only some of them. Are we trolling for Paul Manning, too?”
“No, I think Mr. Manning has retired from the field.”
“And what makes you think that?”
“I explained to him that I knew about his little bank escapades, and that I could very easily cause the FBI to know about them, too, if he should annoy me.”
“And you think that will get rid of him.”
“I do.”
“I expect it pissed him off, too.”
“Oh, yes, I took some pleasure in pissing him off.”
“Stone, you don’t want to piss off crazy people with homicidal tendencies.”
“I think he’s smart enough to stay out of my way, now.”
“Smart doesn’t enter into it,” Dino said. “Revenge has a way of doing away with smart.”
Stone stopped and looked into a jewelry shop window. “See if you can spot Guido and his friends.”
Dino didn’t even turn around. “You mean the three goombahs in the red Cadillac, parked across the street?”
Stone sighed. “Tell me you’re just saying that to annoy me.”
“I’m just saying that to annoy you,” Dino said. “They’re really parked about fifty feet up the street.”
“I told him to stay well away from me,” Stone said.
“Goombahs like Guido don’t listen, unless it involves an illegal profit, or the fun of shooting somebody in the head.”
“I don’t understand why Eduardo would send people like that to do this.”
“Who else is he going to trust?” Dino asked. “They’re his people. He’s not going to ask his fellow board members at the Metropolitan Opera to come to Palm Beach and bring his crazy daughter home.”
Stone started to walk again. “Once again, you have a point, but couldn’t he have hired some private security people? Somebody with a little more discretion?”
“Then strangers would know his business,” Dino said, “and Eduardo doesn’t want anybody outside the family to know his business. To tell you the truth, I’m a little surprised he hasn’t had you capped. After all, you’re not exactly family, although you almost were.”
“I guess I dodged that bullet,” Stone said.
“Not yet, pal,” Dino replied. “But at least you’re not bound to them by a Catholic marriage and family obligations.”
“I still feel obligated to Dolce.”
“Eduardo doesn’t feel you have any obligation to her, so why do you?”
“He has been very apologetic about this,” Stone said.
“You’re lucky he’s Italian,” Dino said. “If you’d been through the same experience with the daughter of some high Episcopalian, the old man would be out there ruining your reputation, even as we speak. He wouldn’t have you shot, but you’d never get invited to dinner again by anybody with an Anglo-Saxon name, and you’d be kicked out of your clubs-if you belonged to any clubs.”
“Yeah, keep telling me how lucky I am,” Stone said. He turned into Tiffany amp; Company. “Come on, I’ve got to find a wedding present for Thad and Liz.”
“Listen, those people ought to be giving you a wedding present,” Dino said.
“Nevertheless.” Stone looked, first at crystal, then moved up to sterling. “What do you think of this?” he asked, holding up a handsome silver bowl.
“What would they keep in that, their money?”
“Fruit.”
“Oh.”
“I’ll take this,” Stone said to a saleslady. “Could you gift wrap it?”
“Of course,” the woman said. “I’ll just be a moment.” She vanished into a back room.
Dino went rigid. “Don’t turn around,” he said. “Dolce’s looking in the window.”
Involuntarily, Stone turned around and looked. He saw a disappearing flash of color.
“You stay right here,” Dino said. “Don’t move.” He walked quickly to the front door and outside, looking up and down the street.
Stone waited impatiently until the saleswoman returned, then waited even more impatiently while she rang up the sale and had his credit card authorized. Finally, blue shopping bag in hand, he hurried to the front door. He looked up and down the street as far he could see, then stepped outside. Dino was nowhere in sight, and neither was the red Cadillac.
Stone stood in the bright sunlight, feeling helpless, not knowing which way to turn. He waited for five long minutes, then made a decision: He turned right and walked rapidly along the street, checking shop-windows for Dolce and looking up and down the street for the red Cadillac.
Suddenly, Dino stepped out of a doorway and ran head-on into Stone. “Didn’t I tell you to stay where you were?” he demanded.
“I did, for a very long time,” Stone said. “Did you lose her?”
“Yeah, and I don’t understand it.”
Then, from not too great a distance, they heard three rapid reports.
“Gun!” Dino said, and started running toward the noise.
Stone followed, and the two of them turned a corner and ran toward a parking lot behind Worth Avenue. Stone could see the trunk of the red Cadillac protruding into the street.
Dino got there first. Women were screaming, and people in cars were trying desperately to get out of the parking lot. The Cadillac sat, blocking the entrance, three of its four doors open, with three bullet holes in the windshield. It was empty.
Dino flashed his badge at a parking attendant, who was crouching in a booth at the entrance. “What happened?” he asked the trembling man.
“I don’t know, exactly,” he said. “I was about to give the man in the Cadillac his parking check when the windshield seemed to explode.”