“You’re paying for it,” Stone reminded her.
“Yes, but I never would have arranged it for myself. You’ve thought of everything.”
“I’ve tried to.”
She sat up, pulled her sweater over her head, and undid her bra, freeing her breasts. “I’m dining naked tonight,” she said, then started on his clothes.
“I hope you don’t mind if I wear an apron while I’m cooking,” Stone said. “Gotta watch out for those spatters.”
“You do that, sweetie. I’ll still get to look at your ass, which is very nice, by the way.”
“Same to you, kiddo.”
“Did you ever take dance?” she asked him.
“Ballroom, when I was twelve-my mother insisted.”
“You’ve got a dancer’s ass,” she said. “Muscular and tight.”
“Maybe I should start wearing leotards,” he suggested.
She laughed.
THEY DINED, NAKED, on veal chops and risotto.
“This is wonderful,” she said, tasting the risotto. “What do you put in it?”
“You watched me make it.”
“I was watching your ass,” she said.
“Combine some butter and olive oil in a pan; add twelve ounces of Arborio rice, some salt, and the zest of a lemon; and sauté until the rice turns golden. Start adding small cupfuls of hot chicken stock, stirring until each addition is absorbed before adding the next, and continue until a whole carton has been absorbed. Then stir in the zest of another lemon, a couple of fistfuls of Parmigiano-Reggiano, and half a carton of crème fraîche, and serve. Takes a little less than half an hour.”
“That’s so simple.”
“Why do you think I make it?”
She attacked her veal chop, and Stone poured a good Australian Shiraz into their glasses.
When they had finished she sat back and rubbed her naked belly. “God, that was good; I’m almost too full to make love again.”
“Would you like some dessert?” he asked. “There’s ice cream.”
“I think I’ll have you for dessert,” she said, taking him by the cock and leading him upstairs.
JOAN UZZED them at nine, waking them.
Stone picked up the phone. “Mmmmf.”
“And good morning to you, too,” Joan said. “There’s a man watching the house.”
“Go look out your office window. Do you see the Leahys?”
She put the phone down for a minute, then came back. “They just drove up, and the man ankled it out of here.”
“Pete stuck a hat pin in him last night,” Stone said. “I guess he didn’t want another one.”
“And where would Peter Leahy get a hat pin?”
“From his grandmother.”
“An heirloom-wonderful.”
“Pete’s an old-fashioned kind of guy.”
“I just thought you’d like to know,” Joan said, then hung up.
Carrie was sitting up in bed now. “I’ve got a rehearsal in half an hour,” she said, climbing out of bed. “I wish I had time to fuck you again.” She ran into the bathroom and turned on the shower.
Stone drifted off for a few minutes until she woke him with a kiss.
“Tell Willie and Peter the next time they see that guy, I’d like them to have a chat with him,” Stone said. “Find out who he is and see if they can connect him with Max.”
“Okay,” Carrie replied. “We’ll talk later.”
“I want the night off,” Stone called after her. “I’m exhausted.”
“We’ll see,” she called back over her departing shoulder.
Stone went back to sleep.
28
STONE WAS WAKENED by the phone again a little after eleven. “Hello?”
“Hi, it’s Mitzi,” she said.
“Good morning.”
“You don’t sound up yet.”
“I’m awake-up would be too strong a word.”
“Rough night?”
“Not exactly.”
She gave a low laugh. “I got my fake financial statement from Daddy’s office this morning. You’ll be happy to know I’m worth thirty million dollars-on paper, at least.”
“Whose letterhead is it on?”
“William H. Barrow, CPA.”
“Not your father’s. Good.
“Should I just give this to Sharpe?”
“Why don’t you call him and tell him you’d like to meet with him and Sig Larsen again?”
“Okay.”
“Give him your statement and ask how he would handle it.”
“Right.”
“Does it have individual stocks listed?”
“Yes, about forty of them.”
“Good. Tell him you want his plan in writing.”
“Wouldn’t that put him off?”
“You don’t want to be too easy a mark; that would put him off. Con men get special satisfaction from screwing smart marks.”
“That wasn’t quite what I had in mind.”
“All right, fooling smart marks.”
“Actually, I did have that in mind, but with you, not Sig.”
“What a nice idea. What’s the setup this time?”
“Not a threesome; I’d rather have you to myself.”
“I’m a little under the weather,” Stone said. “How about later this week?”
“I’ll call you,” she said.
“And you can give me a full report then.”
“I’ll give you more than that.”
“Bye-bye.” Stone hung up and groaned. “When it rains, it pours,” he said aloud to himself.
DINO WAS more cheerful than usual. They had met at P. J. Clarke’s for lunch and were having burgers and beers.
“You’re in a good mood,” Stone said.
“Ben got accepted at Choate,” Dino said, speaking of his son.
“Congratulate him for me.”
“I will.”
“Doesn’t this mean you’ll see him less often?”
“Well, yeah, but it means I’ll have to deal with Mary Ann less often, too. No squabbles about which days I see him or what we do together.”
“I’m sure Eduardo will miss him.” Eduardo Bianci was Dino’s ex-father-in-law, a very rich man who had been-perhaps still was-a major Mafia figure, but who had been very discreet about it, ruling from afar.
“That’s true, and I feel for the old man. I’ll make sure Ben sees his grandfather when he’s home.”
“How is Eduardo?”
“Amazingly well. For a man his age, I’d guess you’d say he’s in robust good health. I’m sure he’d appreciate a call from you.”
“I’ll call him today.”
“How’s it going with Carrie?”
“She’s wearing me down,” Stone replied. “Literally.”
“You lead such a tough existence,” Dino said.
“You don’t know the half of it. What are you doing for female company since splitting the blanket with Genevieve?”
“Catch as catch can,” Dino replied.
“As long as you catch a few.”
“There’s the desk sergeant at the 19th,” Dino said. “We have a nice evening about once every week or two. Keeps the machinery oiled and working.”
“She’s the one who ended your marriage, isn’t she?”
“No. Mary Ann took care of that; Sarge was just the excuse.”
“Is that what you call her?”
“In bed as a joke.”
“What’s her real name?”
“Madge Petrillo.”
“Not married, is she?”
“Nah, divorced. I think she may be banging the captain, too, but if so, they’re very, very discreet.”
“Busy lady.”
“You know it. How’s the Derek Sharpe operation going?”
“It’s going. Mitzi’s a smart cop; she’s handling it very well. I’m just trying to stay out of the way.”
“That doesn’t sound like you.”
“Well, I’ve seen Sharpe with her a couple of times, and I give her advice.”
“That’s very fatherly of you. What else is going on there?”
“Let’s not get into that,” Stone said, a little embarrassed.
“Oh, so that’s what’s going on.”
“Don’t jump to conclusions.”
“What, you think I condemn you for sleeping with more than one woman at a time?”
“It’s your Catholic upbringing,” Stone said.