“Was that true about the financial people in your father’s office?”
“Yes, but there’s only one; I made up the other two.”
“Why don’t you call him and ask him to make up a fictitious financial statement and stock portfolio?” Stone suggested. “Something that will water Sharpe’s mouth?”
“What a good idea,” she said. “I’ll do it first thing Monday morning. That should thicken the plot.”
“I think that, after they see your statement, you should broach the subject of drugs. I’d advise you to tell them the stuff is for friends, not for you. You don’t want to get into a situation where you’re pressed to actually use something around witnesses. That could blow your case.”
“I’m way ahead of you,” Mitzi said.
“Believe her,” Tom added.
Stone did.
26
STONE GOT A CALL from Bob Cantor the next morning. “Hey, Bob.”
“Hey, Stone. Willie Leahy thinks he and his brother should be back on Carrie’s case.”
“Yeah, he told me he followed us to Atlanta.”
“And he told you about the P.I. with the loaded gun and the silencer?”
“Yes.”
“Doesn’t that make you think the Leahys should be back on the case?”
“But the P.I. was in Atlanta, not New York.”
“Max has already made one stab at her, so to speak, in New York. Why wouldn’t he try again?”
“Because Carrie settled everything with him in Atlanta. He even wrote her a check.”
“Has the check cleared?”
“We’re working on that.”
“And why, if it clears, do you think Max would lose interest in hurting her?”
“Well…”
“In my experience, guys who hate their ex-wives go right on hating them, even after giving them the money. In fact, they hate them more after giving them the money.”
“You have a point,” Stone admitted.
Joan buzzed him. “Carrie Cox on two.”
“Hang on, Bob.” Stone put him on hold and pressed the button for line two. “Carrie?”
“Hi. I’m at the bank, and they’ve put a hold on the funds in Max’s account. The check will clear tomorrow.”
“That’s good news. Hang on a minute, will you?” Stone went back to Cantor. “Bob, let’s put them on her for another week.”
“It will be done,” Cantor said and then hung up.
Stone went back to line two. “I’ve got some news,” he said. “Good news, I hope.”
“No.”
“Oh, God, what now?”
“Willie Leahy followed us to Atlanta on Friday, and he caught an Atlanta private investigator following us.”
“That doesn’t make any sense.”
“Bob Cantor makes the point that ex-husbands hate their ex-wives even more after giving them money, and the P.I. was carrying a loaded gun and a homemade silencer.”
“And what does that mean?”
“It means that he planned to shoot us-or at least, you-quietly, so nobody would notice.”
“That doesn’t sound like Max.”
“Who else hates you?” Stone asked.
“Nobody-at least not enough to actually have me murdered.”
“Are you sure about that?”
“Of course, I’m sure.”
“Then it’s Max. I’ve put the Leahys back on you; cooperate with them, will you?”
“Oh, Stone!”
“Do you want to make it to opening night? Someone who hates you might love to prevent your dream from coming true.”
“Oh,” she said. “I see your point. All right, I will welcome Willie and Pete back into my life.”
“Give them a nice gift, a necktie maybe.”
“I’ll give them some new cologne-the one they wear is toxic.”
“Good idea.”
“Gotta run; I’m due at rehearsal. Dinner tonight?”
“Come over here, and I’ll cook you something.”
“Done. Seven?”
“Good.”
She hung up.
FIFTY FEET from Carrie Cox’s front stoop, Willie Leahy sat in his car surveying the street. He got out of the car and looked both ways, then crossed the street and looked again.
The speaker/microphone for the radio on his belt popped on. “We’re ready. Everything okay?”
“Everything okay,” Willie replied. He crossed the street, got into the car, and drove up to Carrie’s stoop. Peter hustled her into the car. “Where we off to?” Willie asked.
“To Stone Barrington’s house,” she replied.
“Gotcha.” Willie headed for Turtle Bay.
As he turned into Stone’s block, he slowed. “A guy I don’t like, across the street from Stone’s,” he said. “Black raincoat.”
“Drop me here,” Peter replied, “and go around the block.”
Willie did so. “Carrie, lie down on the backseat,” he said.
“Will do. Are there bad guys?”
“Maybe. We’ll know soon.” Willie drove slowly past the man and made mental notes: five-eleven, two hundred, suit and tie under the raincoat, forty to forty-five. He drove around the block.
PETER LEAHY PUT his hands in his coat pockets and walked down the block at a normal pace. As he came up to the man in the black raincoat he stopped behind him and whispered in his ear, “Don’t turn around.”
The man froze.
“The guy who lives in that house doesn’t like loiterers,” he said.
“It’s a free country,” the man replied, not moving.
Peter flipped up the lapel of his coat and removed a four-inch-long hat pin that had belonged to his grandmother. He gave the loiterer a quick jab in the ass.
The man cried out and spun around. Then, walking backward, he shoved his hand inside his coat and made his way down the block.
“If you pull that thing on me, you better kill me with the first shot,” Peter said.
The man kept his hand inside his coat but didn’t draw anything. He turned and now began walking fast, hurrying away.
“And don’t come back,” Peter called after him. He looked over his shoulder, saw Willie coming, and held up a hand for him to stop. He waited until the watcher had turned the corner before he waved Willie on. They hustled Carrie into the house.
STONE MET THEM at the door. “Any problems?”
“Just one,” Peter said. “I sent him on his way.”
“How’d you do that?” Stone asked.
Willie showed him the hat pin.
Stone laughed. “I haven’t seen one of those things since I was a kid.”
“You’d be surprised how useful it can be,” Peter said. He turned to Carrie. “Are you staying the night?”
“Yep,” she replied.
“Then we’ll leave you in Stone’s capable hands.”
The Leahys departed.
27
STONE WALKED CARRIE DOWN to the kitchen, put her duffel on the dumbwaiter, and sent it upstairs. Then he poured them both a Knob Creek, and they sat down on the large kitchen sofa.
Carrie rested her hand lightly on Stone’s crotch. “You know what I like about you?”
“I think I’m getting an idea,” Stone said.
“Exactly. And it’s always ready to go.” She began kneading.
“How could it not be, under the circumstances?”
“Until I met you it had been a long time since I had gotten anywhere near as much sex as I wanted.”
“I’m glad to be of service,” Stone said.
She unzipped his fly and put her hand inside. “Men don’t really understand how much sex women need,” she said.
“I’m beginning to get the picture,” Stone said.
She pulled him down on the sofa, took down his trousers, shucked off her slacks, and straddled him, taking him inside her. “How’s that?”
“Mmmmm,” Stone replied.
“Oh, I’m going to come,” she said.
“Don’t wait for me.”
She didn’t.
“You’re so easy,” Stone said. “Again.”
“Here I come.” And she did. “How about you?”
“I’ll save myself for later,” he said.
She lay down beside him on the sofa and put her head on his shoulder. “I know I can be a pain in the ass,” she said, “but I really appreciate the way you’ve been protecting me.”