“No, in mine, at home.”

“And that is supposed to impress him?”

“No, you’re supposed to do that. Ten o’clock?”

“See you then.” Both men hung up.

Stone went to bed with dreams of beer bottles dancing in his head.

Chapter 2

Stone got to his desk by nine the following morning and called Dino.

“Hey.”

“Hey. After your departure last night I left Patroon and had a run-in with a couple of cops outside on the sidewalk.”

“What do you mean, a ‘run-in’?”

“They screeched to a halt in front of the restaurant and attacked a passerby.”

“Passerby? You?”

“No, someone I’d never seen before. They threw the guy against a wall and hit him, then one of them produced a blackjack and drew back on the guy.”

“Did they hit him with the blackjack?”

“No, I took it away from the cop and started asking questions.”

“I’d have paid money to see that.”

“I’m giving you a firsthand account, free.”

“Go on.”

“I asked them what precinct they were in and they said the Three-Five South, and I cowed them by mentioning their captain’s name.”

“O’Donnell?”

“Right. They backed off, and I put the guy in my car and took him to his hotel, the Waldorf Towers.”

“Good for you. Get any names?”

“One of the cops called the other ‘Ryan.’ That’s all I got.”

“Ryan from the Three-Five South—that’s a start. I’ll get back to you.”

“Thanks.”

—

Stone returned phone calls, dictated letters, and filled out time sheets until Bob Eggers arrived, early.

“So who’s this guy we’re meeting?”

“I told you last night—just replay the conversation in your mind, then we’ll start anew.”

“Okay, I’ve replayed it. What else can you tell me?”

“That’s it, that’s all I know. The guy is, potentially, a productive client.”

Joan came in with coffee and Eggers had some. Then Jose Perado arrived and introductions were made.

Stone watched as Eggers went through his potential-client dance: he started with small talk, moved on to biography and business history and, obviously to Stone, found Perado acceptable as a client.

“We’d be happy to represent you, Mr. Perado,” Eggers said.

“Please call me Pepe—everybody everywhere does.”

“Pepe it is.”

“I’d like very much to be represented by Woodman & Weld,” Pepe said.

“Then let me welcome you to our firm,” Eggers said, standing up and shaking his hand.

“Thank you, Bill.”

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m due for a meeting back at our real offices.” He shot Stone a glance. “So, I’m going to leave you in the hands of our favorite partner, Stone, who will assess your immediate needs. I look forward to seeing you again soon.” Eggers left.

“That was easy,” Pepe said.

“Bill knows a good client when he sees one,” Stone replied. “Now, let’s talk about your immediate needs. What are they?”