The driver switched on the lights and moved down Seventy-sixth Street, made his way across Park against the lights, crossed Lex and switched off his flashing light.
Dino got back on his cell phone and pressed the speaker button. "Where are you?"
"We caught a light at Seventy-first, but we're moving again, crossing Seventy-second," the detective said.
"What's our guy driving?"
"A beat-up Ford van, tan in color, New York plates." They gave him the number. "We're in a gray Toyota."
"I'll pick him up at Seventy-sixth, and you drop back, but keep me in sight. I'm in a black Crown Vic."
"Gotcha."
"When the light turns green, turn left on Third and double-park on the right," Dino said.
The driver followed instructions, and a moment later, the van passed them.
"Now, you're the tail," Dino said. "Stay well back, but don't lose him." He spoke into the cell phone. "If you see our turn indicator go on, he's turning in the opposite direction at the next corner, and you pick up the tail."
"Gotcha."
They followed the tan van up Third Avenue to Eighty-sixth, where it turned right.
"Give a left-turn signal and make a left," Dino said, "then make a U-turn in the middle of the block. Don't use your turn indicator."
Stone looked back as the gray Toyota turned down Eighty-sixth after the van. A moment later, they made a U-turn and were back on the chase.
"Okay our guys are making a left-turn signal," Dino said. "The van is turning right on Second; follow him."
"Right," the driver replied.
Now the van drove down Second Avenue. There was little traffic, so Dino's driver stayed well back, and he and the Toyota changed positions frequently.
"What's he doing?" Stone asked.
"He's looking for a tail," Dino's driver replied, pulling over and double-parking in front of a news shop, to let the Toyota pass.
"Don't worry, he's not going to make us," Dino said. "This guy's a burglar; he don't know from tails."
The van went down to Twenty-third Street, made a right, went to Madison and made another right.
"This could go on all night," Stone said.
"We got all night," Dino replied.
"We'd better think about what we're going to do when he stops," Stone said.
"Call in the cavalry?"
"There are five of us; let's keep it to that. We're not storming a military installation. And we're not going in anywhere, unless we have reason to believe Arrington is there."
"Your call," Dino said. "Hang on, the guy's turning right on Thirty-second Street," Dino said into his cell phone.
They did their trick and switched cars again. Dino's driver made a U-turn and followed.
"He's stopping in the middle of the block," a voice said from the cell phone. "It's a bar. I'm driving past him. He found a parking place, and he's going in."
Dino watched Bocca go into the bar as they passed. They turned a corner and Dino told his driver to stop.
"Okay, on foot, now," Dino said into the cell phone. "You two guys walk past the place, one on each side of the street. Position yourselves where you can see the entrance, but where you can't be seen. If he gets back into the van, call me. Look for more than just him leaving; look for a woman."
"You think we ought to go in?" Stone asked.
"The guy could just be having a drink, you know. We go in, we're blown."
"What do you suggest?"
"Wait him out. If he leaves, we follow. If he leaves with a woman, we pounce. If the woman isn't Arrington, we sweat him."
"Makes sense to me," Stone said.
"I'll take the first nap," Dino replied. He turned up the collar of his overcoat, rested his head against the back of the seat and immediately seemed to fall asleep.
Stone just sat and waited.
44
STONE WAS DREAMING that he was in bed with Arrington, when he suddenly woke to find himself in the backseat of a cop car. Dino and his driver were nowhere to be seen. He shook his head to clear it, then got out of the car and looked around. Nobody in sight. He walked to the corner and peered around the building into the block where the bar was. He could see nobody-not Dino's two cops, not the driver, not Dino. What the hell was going on?
As he watched, Dino and his driver came out of the bar and began walking back toward their car. Stone was waiting for them when they rounded the corner.
"What the hell are you doing?" he asked.
"Relax, we just went in and had a drink, chatted with the bartender."
"Two to one he made you as cops."
"You think I don't know how not to act like a cop? Jesus, Stone."
"What did you find out?"
"There's an all-night poker game going on in the back room of the bar."
"That's what the bartender told you?"
"After I bought him a couple of twelve-year-old Scotches. I'm invited to come back and play tomorrow night; their rule is no new players when a guy first finds out about the game."
"Why do you think he was telling the truth?"
"Two other guys went back there while we were drinking. It looks like a game; it smells like a game. When the door opened, it sounded like a game."
They got back into the car. "Are we going to sit in on a poker game all night?"
"You got a better idea?"
"What was the other guy's name? The one who owns the other set of prints found in my house?"
"Martin Block. No criminal record in any database."
"Get somebody to find out more about him. Just because he doesn't have a record doesn't mean he's not a criminal. After all, he was in my house, and I didn't invite him."
Dino made a call to the squad room, then hung up. "They'll get back to me. Why are you so interested in this Martin Block?"
"I told you, he was in my house. He cannot be a good guy."
"Maybe he works for the phone company-you think of that?" Dino's phone rang, and he answered it. "Yeah? What a big surprise." Then he looked more interested. "Now, that is a surprise." He hung up.
"What?" Stone demanded.
"There's a whole bunch of Martin Blocks in the various New York City phone listings, but one of them lives in the same house that Rocco Bocca does."
"His sister's house in Queens?"
"I make him as Bocca's brother-in-law."
"Didn't you say there were two cars in the driveway?"
"Yeah."
"Run the plate on the other one."
"My two guys down the street will have the make and plate number." He made the call and got the information, then phoned the squad room again. He held on for the answer, then hung up. "A 2004 Lexus four hundred fifty, registered to Martin Block of Queens."
"We followed the wrong guy," Stone said. "Bocca is just a burglar; the other guy, the brother-in-law, is the smart one; he's the one who'll be dealing with Billy Bob."
Dino called his two detectives. "Get back out to the Queens house and sit on it until a man leaves in the Lexus, then follow it wherever it goes and report to me." He hung up. "We were pretty dumb, weren't we?"
"You said it, I didn't," Stone replied. "Let's go back to the Carlyle and wait to hear from your people. I doubt if Block is going to go to work in the middle of the night. In the meantime, get your people to find out everything they can on Martin Block-occupation, education, military service, high school, the works."
Dino made the call, and they headed back uptown.
STONE AND DINO were having breakfast the following morning, when Dino's cell phone rang.
"Bacchetti. Go ahead." He punched the speakerphone button and held it up so Stone could hear.
"Block is a Queens boy, born and bred. After high school, he went into the navy, served a four-year hitch, then reupped, but was discharged after another year. He came back to Queens a year after that and opened a car stereo and alarm business, which grew into something bigger. Now he deals in all sorts of electronic stuff and parts, too."