Chapters (64)
- Books by Stuart Woods
- Title Page
- Copyright
- CONTENTS
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- AUTHOR’S NOTE
“I’d like for them to hear that Gino wants to get rid of them.”
“You want them to hear that Gino is firing them?”
“No, I want them to hear that Gino thinks they’re too expensive, that it’s cheaper for him to hire someone else to, ah, fire them.”
“That’s a dirty, rotten thing to do to anybody,” Dino said. “I love it.”
“I thought you might.”
“Let me see what I can do. This would have to happen very subtly.”
“I thought your fine Italian hand could manage that.”
“I’ll get back to you.” Dino hung up.
Joan came into the office. “The two goons are back—the real goons, not the ersatz ones.”
“Tell you what,” Stone said, “ask Fred to take them some coffee and Danish. Maybe they haven’t had breakfast yet.”
“Now, why would you want to do that?”
“I want them to think well of me.”
She looked at him narrowly. “Why?”
“Because if they think well of me they might be a little less interested in causing me harm.”
“You think you can buy off a pair of pro goons with coffee and Danish?”
“It can’t hurt to try. And do it every morning. I want them to get used to it.”
There was a rap on the back door to Stone’s office.
“Come in!”
Ian Rattle let himself in from the kitchen. “Good morning.”
“Come in and have a seat, Ian. This is my secretary, Joan Robertson. Joan, our houseguest, Major Ian Rattle.”
Joan shook his hand.
“I think you have a delivery to arrange,” Stone said to her.
Joan left, shaking her head.
“I wanted to thank you again for last evening,” Ian said.
“Did you enjoy your second dessert?”
Ian seemed surprised. “Did you arrange that?”
“No, Caroline arranged it. All I did was give her the opportunity.”
“The generosity of Americans never ceases to amaze me!”
“Really, it was less an act of generosity than self-preservation. Are you comfortable in your suite?”
“It’s bloody marvelous,” Ian replied. “Better than my London flat.”
“Peter did a nice job on it, I thought. He’s left a DVD collection of old films. You’re welcome to sample them.”
“I love good movies. He’s a film buff, is he?”
“He’s a film director, and a very good one. My library is available, too, if you want to read. I don’t want you to start getting cabin fever.”
“Frankly, I could use the rest, if I can have an occasional visit from Caroline.”
“If that’s what you think of as rest, go right ahead. Does she understand that you’re not really here?”
“We discussed that.”
“Invite anyone you like, as long as you trust them.”
“My orders are to have no one in, unless they’ve been approved by my service.”
“I see. We can call Caroline my guest, then.”