Dino hung up and turned to Stone, who was occupying the backseat with Herbie. “George is going to talk to the ADA on the case. He’s on his way to the courtroom now.”

“You mean this is all going to go away?” Herbie asked.

“Shut up, Herbie,” Dino said. “You’re not out of the woods yet. We’ve still got to get you to court before Kaplan realizes you’re not there.”

“Turn on the siren, Dino,” Stone said.

Dino turned on the siren. “Not that it makes a hell of a lot of difference at this hour.”

Twenty minutes later, as the bailiff was calling the State of New York v. Herbert Fisher, Stone walked into the courtroom with Herbie in tow. He turned over Herbie to Tony Levy.

“What’s happening?” Levy whispered.

“Keep your mouth shut and let the ADA do the talking,” Stone said.

“Mr. Levy,” Judge Kaplan said, “I guess you want bail continued?”

Levy was about to open his mouth when the ADA, a short woman in a bad suit, spoke up. “Your Honor, this office is dropping all charges against Mr. Fisher at this time.”

Kaplan looked at the young woman askance. “You’re dropping murder two? What’s going on here?”

“This office has learned that the victim died of other causes before Mr. Fisher, ah, intruded on the scene.”

“Well, I never,” Kaplan said.

“Neither did I, Judge,” the ADA replied, “but our information is from a reliable source.”

“Okay, Mr. Fisher, you’re off the hook. Bail will be refunded.”

“Thank you, Your Honor,” Levy said. He walked Herbie back to the rear of the courtroom where Stone was waiting. “How did you pull that one off, Stone?” he asked.

“You don’t want to know,” Stone replied.

Levy pulled Stone aside. “I believe you owe me five big ones,” he said.

“No, five is your fee for lying to a judge. You didn’t have to do that. I’ll send you a grand today.” He grabbed Herbie and walked him out of the courtroom, leaving Levy to wonder what had just happened.

“Well,” Herbie said, “I’m outta here.”

“Yes, you are,” Stone said. “And if you breathe a word of what Dino told the DA to anybody at all, including your mother, you’re going to find yourself back in this courtroom.”

“Jesus, I love this cloak-and-dagger stuff,” Herbie said. “Tell me what happened in that apartment that night.”

“Herbie,” Stone said, “if I told you, I’d have to kill you.”

“You gonna have some more work for me soon?” Herbie asked.

“No, Herbie, I’m not.”

“Why not? This one worked out okay, didn’t it?”

“No, Herbie, it didn’t. You nearly went to prison, and you nearly cost me a quarter of a million dollars.”

“But it worked out okay. Nobody got hurt.”