Chapters (66)
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
- THIRTY-NINE
- FORTY
- FORTY-ONE
- FORTY-TWO
- FORTY-THREE
- FORTY-FOUR
- FORTY-FIVE
- FORTY-SIX
- FORTY-SEVEN
- FORTY-EIGHT
- FORTY-NINE
- FIFTY
- FIFTY-ONE
- FIFTY-TWO
- FIFTY-THREE
- FIFTY-FOUR
- FIFTY-FIVE
- FIFTY-SIX
- FIFTY-SEVEN
- FIFTY-EIGHT
- FIFTY-NINE
- SIXTY
- SIXTY-ONE
- Acknowledgements
- AUTHOR’S NOTE
“I and my client are giving Lance exactly what we told him we would, and for reasons of his own, as you put it, he is somehow dissatisfied. Or maybe he’s just using the pressure from you as insurance. I would be grateful, Bill, if you would just tell Lance that you have every confidence that I am keeping my word.”
“I have already told him that,” Eggers said, “but he does not seem to be satisfied.”
“I think that, after tomorrow, his level of satisfaction may rise,” Stone said.
“Why do you think that?” Eggers asked.
“Because tomorrow, Pablo is going to give Lance a bonus, one that he is unlikely to want to discuss with you.”
“And what is the bonus?”
“I can’t tell you that, Bill; only Lance can, but don’t expect him to.”
“All right, Stone,” Eggers said, rising, “but I have to tell you that Lance is a valued source of business referral to us, and I don’t want you to do anything to queer that.”
“I have no intention of doing so,” Stone said, “but I have to say I’m surprised that Lance is sending you business.”
“Rain is made from all parts of the sky,” Eggers said, then left.
“This gets weirder and weirder,” Dino said.
“I can’t disagree with you.”
“Are you doing something to make Lance think you and your client are lying to him?”
Stone shook his head. “Not deliberately, but Lance’s people have wired my house for sound and pictures, and Bob Cantor has seen to it that I have some control over what he sees and hears.”
“I’m not sure I want to know what that means,” Dino said.
FORTY-THREE
FORTY-THREE
Early the following morning Stone got a call from Bob Cantor.
“How’s my little scrambler working out for you?” Cantor asked.
“I’ll tell you how beautifully it’s working,” Stone said. “It’s driving the Agency people absolutely nuts. They want to know how I’m doing it. Do you want me to tell them?”
“Funny you should mention that,” Cantor replied. “My attorney is filing a patent this morning on two versions. You’ve got one; the other has two buttons: one for the frequency range of most bugs and one for the cell phone frequency range.”
“Sounds great.”
“It is, believe me. You tell the Agency people to get in touch with me, and I’ll sell them preproduction units for twenty-five thousand bucks a pop, minimum order of twelve.”
Stone whistled. “What will you sell the production models for?”