Back at Teterboro, Stone turned their luggage over to a lineman and walked into the terminal with Caroline.
“Sweetheart,” he said, “I’m going to need a break.”
“I’m not surprised,” she said. “You had a really good run there, but I’m greedy and hard to keep up with.”
“I couldn’t have put it better,” he said. They got into the car. “What’s your address?”
“I’m in Soho.”
“Fred, you can drop me first, then take Ms. Woodhouse downtown?”
“Righto, sir.”
They arrived at Stone’s house. He kissed Caroline and opened the door.
“Call me when you’ve recovered your health,” she said, smiling.
Stone limped into the house and upstairs. He stretched out on the bed, ready for a nap. The phone rang. “Hello.”
“You’re back,” Dino said.
“I noticed that.”
“I tried you in Maine, but no reply.”
“I’m not there anymore.”
“I thought maybe she might have fucked you to death.”
“Close.”
“Viv’s actually in town for a change. You want to join us for dinner?”
“Sure.”
“Bilboquet at seven-thirty?”
“I thought they closed.”
“They reopened.” Dino gave him the new address, right around the corner from his building.
“You bringing a date?”
“I don’t think I could look at an unmarried woman right now.”
“You’ll get over that.” Dino hung up.
The old Bilboquet had been an indoor postage stamp; the new one was roomier. Dino and Viv were already there. He kissed Viv on the forehead and sat down.
“I hear you’ve been exercising strenuously,” Viv said drily.
“I’m slowly recovering my health. A drink would help.”
Drinks arrived, and they toasted nothing in particular.
“How was Maine?” Viv asked.
“Don’t start.”
“I mean the actual, geographical Maine.”
“I didn’t see a lot of it,” Stone said. “The flight home was nice, though.”
“I take it you’ve figured out how to get the jet in and out of that tiny airport,” Dino said.
“All it took was good brakes landing, full power taking off, and great piloting skills.”
“Have you heard from Gino Parisi’s friends?”
“We had a quiet weekend without them.”
“It was a smart move, going up there where they couldn’t find you. I’ve since heard even more terrible things about Frank and his friend Charlie.”
“I’m happy to have missed them.”
“You need to go on doing that. You didn’t take a cab up here, did you?”
“No, Fred drove me.”
“Good. I don’t want you on the sidewalk waving your arms.”
“Thank you, I will follow that advice, until you tell me the coast is clear.”
“Is Perado still in town?”
“Yep. We close the sale on the Winkle business tomorrow morning. He’ll be going straight back to San Antonio from the closing.”
“Smart move. It shouldn’t take us much longer to get something on Parisi that we can convict him of, then he’ll be out of your hair—and Perado’s.”
“You mean I can’t leave the house until that happens?”
“I wouldn’t advise it. After all, you’ve got Helene to cook—you don’t really have to live on pizza and Chinese.”
“If I can’t go out, then maybe I should have a dinner party. I don’t do that often enough.”
“That’s right, you don’t. Who will you invite?”
“All the old familiar faces. Like you two.”
“We’ll look forward to it.”
“Tell me when you’re free—you’re a lot busier than I am.”
Dino checked his calendar on his iPhone. “Let’s see, how about the day after tomorrow?”
“Great. Drinks at seven, dinner at eight.”
“Done.”
Dino, who was seated facing the street, got up. “Excuse me for a minute.” He walked away from the table and out of the restaurant.
“What’s that about?” Stone asked Viv.
“Beats me.”
Dino returned. “Frank and Charlie have rejoined you.”
“Oh, shit.”
“They’re obviously watching your house. Don’t worry, I had them rousted. Two to one they’re carrying something illegal, so they’ll be out of your hair overnight, at least.”
“Thank you, Dino.”
“It’s all part of the service,” Dino replied.
Stone was at his desk the next morning, making a list of dinner invitees, when Joan buzzed him. “Holly Barker on one.”
Stone punched the button. “Holly? How are you?”
“As well as can be expected,” she said.
“You sound as if the White House is wearing you down.”
“At times. Being national security adviser is even harder than I thought it would be.” She paused and took a deep breath. “Stone, I want to ask a very great favor of you. Actually, the president and I.”
“How could I possibly refuse?”
“Do you remember Major Ian Rattle?”
“The name is familiar.”
“Felicity Devonshire’s dinner party in London.”
“Ah, the MI6 guy who was with your assistant, Millicent . . .”
“Millie Martindale.”
“Got him.”
“He’s arriving in D.C. this afternoon, surreptitiously, and we have to hide him for a week or two.”
“Hide him from whom or what?”
“I’ll explain that when I see you.”
“You’re seeing me?”
“I’ll be in New York tomorrow to give a lecture at the Foreign Policy Association.”
“Will you be here overnight?”
“Yep. You free?”
“No, but I’m having a dinner party, and you’re invited. Major Rattle, too.”
“We’d love to,” she said. “He’s traveling with me. Why don’t we come early and I’ll explain what’s going on?”
“Do you need a bed for the night?”
“I have an apartment there, remember? If I don’t stay there once in a while the doormen will forget who I am and deny me entry to the building.”
“Okay. You can be my date, and I’ll ask an odd woman for Rattle.”
“If anyone knows an odd woman, it’s you.”
“See you at six, then?”
“Right.” They hung up.
Stone wrote down Holly and Rattle, then Dino and Viv, Bill Eggers and his wife, Herbie Fisher and whoever his girl might be, and Mike Freeman and date. He added Caroline Woodhouse as the odd woman, then he gave the list to Joan and asked her to have invitations hand-delivered.
“The two goons are out there again,” Joan said, nodding toward the street.
“Which two goons?”
“That ex-cop and his shadow.”
“Ryan and Al Parisi?”
“That’s the ones.”
“I don’t think we can do anything about them.”
“What happened to the dangerous-looking ones?”
“Dino had them busted last night. I don’t know if he was able to hold them, or if they’ll be out soon.”
“Gee, I miss them,” she said.
“Let me know if they turn up.”
The phone rang, and Joan answered. She pressed the hold button and said, “Dino’s on the line,” before walking out the door.