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“Suffice it to say that Tirov has not returned to Russia since. Apparently, Petrov made no move to void the warrant. Elena Ivanov was too beautiful and too famous, and given the hullabaloo attending her death, he may have been glad to see the back of his old friend Boris.”

“My dear Felicity, I can’t thank you enough.”

“Of course you can. I’ll see you both this weekend.”

“Lovely idea.”

“And if further dirt comes my way, I’ll let you know.”

They both hung up.

—

An envelope arrived later in the afternoon, and Stone read the half-dozen pages inside. “I believe,” he said aloud to himself, “this is what they call in Hollywood, ‘dynamite.’”

—

Stone got into the Porsche, stuck Felicity’s envelope between his seat and the transmission tunnel, and met the 6:10 from Waterloo Station. Gala got into the Porsche with a huge bouquet of calla lilies but managed a kiss anyway.

Stone pulled out of the station, trying to think of the best way to tell her what he had learned about Tirov. “How was the flower show?”

“Oh, it was just brilliant! I don’t think I’ve ever had such a good time.”

“By the way, speaking of a good time, I spoke to Felicity and invited her for dinner this weekend.”

“Oh, that will be fun!”

“More fun than the flower show?”

She smiled. “After a fashion.”

“Gala,” he said, “changing the subject—do you think you know everything there is to know about Boris Tirov?”

“Probably, but if there’s anything I don’t know, I don’t want to know it.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure. I’m very tired of the subject, and I hope you won’t bring it up again.”

“Well . . .”

“And, Stone, I know very well that you’d like to get back at Boris for the trouble he’s caused us, but I hope you won’t do that. I hope you won’t even think of it.”

“I can’t promise I won’t think of it—that’s involuntary.”

“Then, if you must think about it, don’t tell me what you’re thinking, and if you do something, don’t tell me what you’re doing. If you’re planning to punch him in the nose again, I don’t want to watch or even hear about it. I would prefer to remain ignorant of anything to do with Boris.”

“So be it,” Stone said.

27

Stone didn’t sleep well. Boris Tirov occupied his mind and his imagination. Stone was not good at revenge, and he knew it, but this was different. Gala was no longer discussing the matter, so he had no one to argue with about it. He thought of calling Dino, but being of Sicilian descent, he would take the revenge option immediately.