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Tirov managed a sardonic smile. “You and I will discuss this on another occasion,” he said. “Perhaps in the company of Gala.”

“Gentlemen,” Stone said to the guards, “on second thought, remove the handcuffs and stand away from him, between him and the knife. Oh, and you might frisk him for other weapons.”

“Are you sure, Mr. Barrington?”

“Yes, and the two of you can wait outside and make sure no one enters until we’re done here.”

They patted down Tirov and removed the handcuffs, then left the room.

“Now,” Stone said, “what would you like to discuss?”

Tirov came straight at him with a big swing, and Stone managed to catch his wrist and use his momentum against him, throwing him against a urinal. Tirov tried again, and Stone hit him once with a straight left to the nose, then struck him once, hard, under the heart. The man went to his knees, a hand to his face, where blood was flowing.

“Is there anything else you’d like to talk about?” Stone asked.

Tirov said nothing but stayed on his knees.

Stone went to the door and opened it. “Give him a chance to clean himself up, then throw him out the back door and radio your colleagues at the entrances to see that he doesn’t reenter the premises.”

Stone walked back to his table and sat down. Dino handed him a napkin. “There’s a little blood on your knuckles,” he said.

Stone took the napkin and wiped his hand.

“Anybody I know?” Dino asked.

“Nope,” Stone replied.

“How badly did you hurt him?” Gala asked quietly.

“Not badly enough,” Stone replied. He had a feeling that he was going to have to do it again.

22

Stone attended a board meeting of the Arrington corporation the following morning, and it dragged on through lunch.

Afterward, Marcel took him aside for a moment.

“I understand there was an altercation in the men’s room during dinner last night.”

“I’m afraid that’s correct. I didn’t go in there to start a fight. I just wanted to tell him to leave Gala alone.”

“But a fight started anyway?”

“Tirov produced a knife and made remarks about what he was going to do to my liver. At that point, the security people entered, and he threw away the knife. After they had searched him for other weapons, I asked them to leave us alone.”

“Dear God, like schoolboys.”

“It was going to come to this, and there was nothing I could do about it. I thought that, alone in the men’s room, with guards at the door, might be the best place to resolve the issue.”

“And how did you resolve it?”