“I guess that’s where Carpenter gets it,” Stone said.
“She won’t be Carpenter anymore; she’ll be Architect, if all goes well, and it should. I’d like you to make it your business to keep in as close touch with her as you can manage. Consider it an assignment.”
“At my contract daily rate?”
“I won’t be charged for phone calls; you’re not being used as a lawyer. But I’ll consider dinner with her a day’s work. Anything beyond that you can think of as a bonus.”
Holly came back from the ladies’ room. “Was I gone long enough?” she asked Lance.
“Quite,” Lance said, offering her a wide grin. “Stone has been debriefed.”
“So happy to have been of service,” she said. “By the way, when will I actually be of service?”
“Be patient,” Lance said. “Your time will come.”
“Is patience the most important attribute of an agent?” Holly asked.
“No. Suspicion is. One must doubt everybody.”
“That sounds like a corrosive way to live.”
“If you say so.”
They were ordering drinks when Dino arrived, looking tired. He sat down and loosened his tie. “A double Johnnie Walker Black,” he said to the waiter.
“What’s happened?” Stone asked.
“A cop got killed today, in Little Italy.”
Holly spoke up. “Not at the La Boheme coffeehouse, I hope?”
“No, but not far away.”
“Somebody undercover?” Stone asked.
“Nope, a beat patrolman. He’d parked his squad car and was ordering coffee at a deli, when somebody walked in and put one in the back of his head. An assassination, pure and simple.”
“Of a beat cop?” Stone asked. “That doesn’t sound right.”
“No, it doesn’t. We’re looking at, maybe, a gang initiation, or maybe just somebody who hates cops.”
“How are you involved with something so far downtown?” Stone asked.
“I’m not, really. I was at a meeting with the chief of detectives when the call came in, so we both went to the scene. I loaned them a couple of detectives. How was London?”
“Quick. In and out.”
“Did you see Carpenter?”
“I spoke to her, briefly.”
“What were you doing there?”
“You’ll have to ask Lance.”
Dino looked at Lance.
“None of your business,” Lance said. “Why don’t we order dinner?”
Holly spoke up. “Did you get a description of the shooter?”
“White male, six feet, maybe more; well built. Black ponytail.”
“It’s Trini Rodriguez,” she said.
“Why the hell would your perp kill a New York City cop?” Dino asked.
“For the fun of it,” she replied.
“Excuse me.” Dino got up and walked away, his cell phone clamped to his ear.
Stone looked at Holly. “Your chances of nailing Trini have just gone up,” he said.
“No,” she replied, “Dino’s chances have. I’ll never take him home now.”
21
STONE WAS HAVING breakfast the following morning when Holly and Daisy returned from the park.
“I had a call on my cell phone this morning,” she said. “My FBI ex-friend, Grant Harrison, is in town, and he wants to see me; says it’s business.”
“So, see him,” Stone said. “You want to ask him over here?”
“I said I’d meet him for lunch, but I didn’t know a good place.”
“Tell him La Goulue, Madison at Sixty-fifth. I’ll book a table for you.”
“Will you come along?”
“Why?”
“I don’t know, I’m just not comfortable with this. He’s less likely to shout at me if you’re along.”
“Oh, all right.”
Grant Early Harrison was standing in front of La Goulue when their cab stopped.
“That’s him,” Holly said, pointing.
He was better-looking than Stone had imagined.
They got out of the cab and approached him.
“Hello, Grant,” Holly said, “this is my friend Stone Barrington.”
Grant managed a perfunctory handshake. “I thought I was seeing you alone.”
“Why did you think that?” Holly asked. “Anyway, anything you have to say, you can say in front of Stone. He’s also my lawyer.”
Grant cut Stone a sharp glance. “Do you need a lawyer?”
“Oh, no, nothing like that,” Holly said.
Stone kept a straight face. “Shall we go in?”
They were greeted by Suzanne, and Stone gave her a kiss. “Something in the back, I think,” he said.
“Right this way.” She led them to a table.
“Does this place get crowded?” Grant asked.
“It’ll be jammed in fifteen minutes,” Stone replied.
They ordered a glass of wine and looked at menus. When they had ordered lunch, Grant started in. “I got a call from our New York office last night,” he said. “The NYPD is all over them about Trini Rodriguez. What did you have to do with that?”
“Last night, Trini apparently shot a New York City cop, in a deli in Little Italy,” she said. “I had nothing at all to do with that.”
“Why do they think it was Trini?” Grant asked.
“Oh, I had something to do with that. The perp’s description matched Trini’s, and I mentioned that to an NYPD detective.”
“Great, thanks a lot.”
“What, you wanted nobody to bother Trini? Gee, I’m awfully sorry about that.”
“He’s working something very important to us.”
“So, he killed a cop on his coffee break?”
“You don’t know it was Trini.”
“You don’t know it wasn’t.”
“He denies it.”
“So you’ve talked? What did you expect him to say?”
Grant turned to Stone. “How do you come into this?”
“Holly is staying at my house,” Stone said, “and I sometimes give her legal advice. Otherwise, I’m not in it.”
“Then that’s where you should stay,” Grant said, “not in it.”
“Leave Stone out of this, Grant,” Holly said.
“That’s what I’m hoping to do.”
“Tell me, exactly why is the FBI so interested in keeping a cop killer on the streets?”
“I can’t tell you that,” Grant said.
“Is what he’s doing more important than the lives of cops on the street?”
“Of course not.”
“Then why haven’t you turned him in to the NYPD?”
“We only need another day or two to wrap up this whole thing, then they can have him, as far as I’m concerned.”
“You’d better hope to God the newspapers don’t get wind of this,” Holly said.
“Oh? Are you going to tell them?”
“I hadn’t planned to, but…”
“That’s what I thought. If you blow this case, Holly, I’ll…”
“You’ll what?”
“Hey, hey,” Stone said. “Let’s hold it down, all right? People are staring at us.”
Grant threw his napkin on the table and stood up. “If you screw up this case, I’ll have you for obstruction of justice, and I may throw in that money thing, too.”
“Oh? What money thing is that?”
“Your five million dollars.”
“What five million dollars?”
“Just remember what I said,” Grant said, and stalked out of the restaurant.
Stone thought the other customers looked relieved. “Now why did you want to go and piss him off?” he asked.
“I enjoy pissing him off,” Holly said.
A waiter brought three lunches and went away.
“Holly, speaking as your sometime lawyer, he has a point about interfering with a federal investigation.”
“Oh, sure. You think he’s going to arrest me and let it get out that the FBI has been harboring a cop killer?”
“Well, probably not.”
“That was just a lot of bluster. Grant blusters a lot.”
“Especially where you’re concerned, I’ll bet. And he knows about the money?”
“He’s known about it almost from the day I put it in the tree.”
“Does he know which tree?”