Chapters (73)
- Praise
- Praise
- Praise
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- Chapter 65
- Acknowledgements
- Teaser chapter
They were driving back to the Shames estate, with Dino at the wheel, when Stone’s cell phone vibrated. “Hello?”
“This is Frederick James.”
“Good day, Mr. James.”
“I’ve spoken with Paul, and he’s willing to deal, through me.”
“Not through you,” Stone said.
“Why not? He’s chosen me as his representative.”
“How can I trust you?” Stone asked. “You’ve already lied to me at least once.”
“When did I ever lie to you?” James asked, sounding offended.
“You told me you’d never heard of Paul Manning, and then you told me you knew him. One of those was a lie.”
“But—”
“I’ll deal directly with Manning.”
“For whatever reason, Paul doesn’t wish to deal with you.”
“Then I’ll deal with a reputable lawyer who represents him.”
James was silent for a moment. “I am Paul Manning’s attorney,” he said finally.
“You’re a novelist,” Stone said.
“So is Scott Turow, but he’s a lawyer, too.”
“I take it your name is not Frederick James, then?”
“A nom de plume.”
“What is your real name?”
“I’m not prepared to divulge that.”
“And you think I’m going to deal with somebody who says he’s an attorney but won’t tell me his name? Either get serious, or go away.”
“But I—”
“I don’t know who you are, where you are, if you’re an attorney or even if you really know Paul Manning.”
“I assure you, I do.”
“That’s not good enough.”
“What exactly do you want, Mr. Barrington?”
“I want to know that I’m dealing with the real Paul Manning and that he’s represented by an attorney whose identity I can confirm.”
“And what proof of those things would you accept?”
“Bring Manning to a meeting, and let him authorize you to represent him in my presence.”
“Paul won’t meet with you.”
“Then I’m not going to remove the threat of his arrest on insurance fraud, and I’m certainly not going to give him any of my client’s money.”
“There must be some way we can resolve this.”
“I think you understand my concerns, Mr. James. Why don’t you go away and think about it for a bit, discuss it with your client and get back to me?”
“All right,” James said and hung up.
“He’s playing games?” Dino asked.
“I don’t know what the hell he’s doing.”
“Manning’s afraid you’re going to set him up for an arrest.”
“A reasonable fear,” Stone said.
“Can you really get him off on the insurance fraud charge, or are you just blowing smoke up his ass?”
“I’ve already gotten him off,” Stone said. “But I’m not going to tell him that.”
“How did you get him off?”
“I negotiated a deal for Allison with the insurance company, whereby they agreed not to prosecute in order to get some of the money back.”