Dan Griggs sounded amenable on the phone. “I’m glad we’ve got a charge against this guy, now,” he said. “I’d like it if we could snatch him off the street before the wedding.”

“I’d like that, too, Dan,” Stone said.

“I think we ought to have a meeting of all the security people and my people the afternoon of the wedding, and we’re going to need some kind of lapel pin to identify everybody. I’ll bring some.”

“Good idea,” Stone agreed. “There’s no way everybody is going to know everybody else on sight.”

“You know, we’ve covered a lot of parties in this town, mostly off duty, but this is the first time we’re actually expecting an armed intruder.”

“I hope we’re being overly cautious,” Stone said, “but we’ve got to be ready for anything. The more I learn about Manning, the more he worries me.”

“Let’s meet at four tomorrow afternoon, then,” Griggs said. “I know Jeff Collender. I’ll call him.”

“See you then, Dan.” Stone hung up.

Dino called to him from the saloon, where he was watching a golf tournament on television. “Quick, come here.”

Stone hurried into the saloon.

“Edward Ginsky was a prominent attorney in both New York and Miami legal circles,” a television reporter was saying. He was standing in front of a large house. “He leaves a widow and two grown children.”

“What happened?” Stone asked.

“Ed Ginsky got himself shot.”

“Any details?”

“Maid found him on his front steps this morning. He took two in the head.”

Stone sank into a chair. “Where is this going to end?”

“It’s not going to end until Manning is dead,” Dino said. “And I think you and I ought to do whatever we can to see that that happens, if he shows up at the wedding.”

“Dino, are you suggesting we just shoot him down on sight?”

“As much as I’d like to, I think we have to be a little more subtle than that,” Dino said. “But not much.”

Chapter 61

61

STONE STOOD IN FRONT OF THE LIVING ROOM FIREPLACE in Thad Shames’s house and regarded the decidedly mixed group of men and women who stood around him, dressed—or half-dressed—in what each of them understood to be evening clothes.

Behind him, propped on the marble mantel, was a crude drawing of the house and grounds that he had done himself with a Magic Marker in black, with other colors for various personnel. He felt quite proud of it, in fact.