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  64. AUTHOR’ S NOTE

“Five hundred to find Evan Keating again. I think he may be in Miami, maybe South Beach.”

“That’s going to run you at least a thousand,” Manny said. “I have to start from scratch.”

“Why? You’ve already done this once.”

“Yeah, but the agent I used is no longer available. I’ll have to start with a new one.”

“All right, Manny, start a new guy on the job, and call me when we get to a thousand, and I’ll decide whether I want to go further.”

“I’ll need five hundred up front,” Manny said.

“Manny, for old times’ sake, could you start right now? I’ll send the money today.”

“What old times’ sake? It’s not like you and me have got some kind of warm, fuzzy history.”

“Manny, we have the NYPD in common. That’s a basis to start on.”

“If you FedEx the money, I’ll have it first thing tomorrow.”

Stone sighed. “Give me the address.”

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STONE AND DINO were with Tommy Sculley when Bob Cantor called back.

“Hey, Bob,” Stone said. “You okay?”

“I’m okay. Are you in New York?”

“No, I’m in Key West.”

“That’s almost as good as St. Thomas, which is where I am.”

“Not bad, Bob. Can you get me a cell phone number from there?”

“Maybe. Old number?”

“New number, maybe only a day or two old.”

“Do you know where the caller is based?”

“Key West, I should think.”

“What’s the name?”

“Evan Keating.” Stone spelled it for him.

“I’m going to need to do some work on the computer,” Bob said.

“I’ll call you back.”

“Today?”

“Give me a few minutes.”

“Okay, thanks, Bob.” Stone hung up.

“What else can we do?” he asked Dino.

“I think this is our best bet,” Dino replied. “Let’s wait to hear from Bob, before we start patrolling the streets, which seems like our last remaining option.”

Stone’s cell phone buzzed. “Hello?”

“It’s Manny. Did you send the money?”

“I haven’t had a chance yet, Manny, but I’ll get it to FedEx before the day is out, okay?”

“Terrific. When I get it, I’ll give you what I’ve got.”

“You’ve got something on Keating?”

“Yes, I have.”

“Come on, Manny, you’ll get the money.”

“This is business, Barrington. Why should I trust you?”

“Jesus Christ.”

“I wouldn’t trust him, either. Tell you what: You go send the money, then give me the tracking number, and I’ll check it out. If it’s on the way, I’ll tell you what I’ve got.”

Stone sighed again. “All right, Manny.” He hung up. Tommy spoke up. “Is this the same Manny White from the Nineteenth?”

“I’m afraid so.”

“He was always a pain in the ass. Sit tight; I’ll be right back.”