“Please call Bob Cantor and ask him to put a couple of men at or near the house. Tell them not to shoot anybody, but I don’t want the house burned to the ground, either.”

“Will do. When are you coming home?”

Stone glanced at his watch: “An hour or so.”

“Do you want me to wait for Bob’s people?”

“No, go on home. All this weekend work of yours is beginning to worry me. Am I in some kind of trouble?”

“Usually, but not at the moment,” she replied, and hung up.

“You’re very fortunate to have Joan,” Willa said. “Ask her if she’d like to work in the DA’s office, will you?”

“I most certainly will not,” Stone replied. “Anyway, she’d be bored rigid down there.”

“Gee, I’m not,” Willa said.

As Stone turned into the block he saw Willie Leahy, one of Cantor’s men, on the other side of the street. He slowed and opened his window. “Any problems?” Stone asked.

“The problems have departed,” Willie replied.

“Under their own steam?” Stone inquired.

“An ambulance was not necessary,” Willie said. “We’ll see if any other problems come to take their place.”

“Thanks, Willie. Use the kitchen for your breaks.”

“How long you want us on, Stone?”

“If no one has turned up by noon tomorrow, then stand down. And don’t work straight through; make Bob send some relief.”

“You bet your ass,” Willie said, then turned back to his work.

“Do you always have armed security on tap?” Willa asked. “I saw the bulge under his arm.”

“From time to time; it’s not a regular thing, but sometimes I sleep better with Willie and his brother, Peter, around.”

Stone turned into the garage and closed the door behind him. “Stay for dinner,” he said to Willa.

“You talked me into it,” she replied.

Stone had just deposited their bags in his bedroom when the phone rang. “Hello?”

“It’s Cantor. Willie got photos of the two men on your house and e-mailed them to me.”

“Were you able to ID them?”

“No, but I sent them to a few people, and I just got a hit from one of them. They’re Israeli.”

“Israeli? What the hell?”

“And not just Israeli, but Mossad, their secret intelligence service. Both are attached to their UN Mission here.”

“Okay, I’m baffled.”

“Me too. Have you been making anti-Semitic remarks lately?”

Stone laughed. “Of course not; I’d have you to deal with, and you’re worse than the Mossad.”

“Just checking.”

“I don’t suppose there’s any way to find out why they’re here.”

“Well, we could ask them, but I don’t think they would tell us. See you later.”

“What’s that about Israelis?” Willa asked.

“The two men that were watching the house are Mossad.”

“This gets more exotic by the hour,” she said.