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  65. About the Author

“I don’t know, Mr. Barrington. The GPS has a lot of red symbols ahead. Let me see what I can find out on the radio.” He fiddled with the tuning knob, and the two men listened to reports of a multivehicle pileup on the 405.

“This sounds bad,” the driver said.

Stone checked his watch. “My board meeting starts in fifteen minutes.”

“I think all we can do is just wait it out,” the driver said.

“How about if I hoof it?”

“It’s probably an hour’s walk, and if traffic starts moving again, you’ll be in danger of being run down.”

Stone got out his cell phone to call Leo Goldman and explain his absence. “I can’t get a connection,” he said. “Zero bars.”

“Sounds like we’re in a dead zone,” the driver said.

Stone got out of the car and stood on the door sill for a little elevation. “I can’t see a damned thing but parked cars.”

“This is L.A.,” the driver said.

Stone got back in and started on the crossword. Since it was a Monday, the easiest day, that took eleven minutes by his watch. He put his head back on the headrest and closed his eyes for a moment.

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We’re moving,” the driver said suddenly. “That’s the longest tie-up I’ve ever had on the freeway.”

“How long have we been stopped?”

The driver checked his watch. “An hour and thirty-five minutes. The radio said eleven vehicles had to be cleared away.”

They arrived at the executive building at Centurion in time to see Leo Goldman Jr. and the remainder of the board getting into golf carts for the short trip to the studio canteen for lunch.

“Where the hell have you been?” Leo asked.

“Stuck on the freeway for an hour and thirty-five minutes—an eleven-car pileup.”

“That’s not even near a record,” Leo said. “Hop in. I’ll bring you up to date.”

Stone got in beside him. “I hope you didn’t need my vote for anything important.”

“Nah, it was pretty routine, except for the Boris Tirov thing.”

“What happened?”

“We had a hell of a fight among ourselves. He had a couple of advocates on the board, but the rest of us were pissed off about the ass he made of himself on TV and in the Times.”

“I’m not surprised,” Stone said.

“Boris is sure going to be. His buddies on the board will have already hit him with the news.”

“He actually left Sony for the deal at Centurion?”