Chapters (66)
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- ONE
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- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
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- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
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- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
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- TWENTY-NINE
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- SIXTY
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- Acknowledgements
- AUTHOR’S NOTE
“I suspect that Moishe Aarons—or one of his people—frustrated with their lack of success in laying hands on Pablo, may have leaked the connection to someone who knows someone in that part of the world. News travels fast, even over there.”
“I suppose it does,” Stone said, trying to figure out how to deal with this.
“Mind you,” Lance said, “that is very Machiavellian, even for Moishe.”
Stone was beginning to regret that he had spoken so harshly to Aarons. “Lance,” he said, “do you think that this translates into an immediate threat against Pablo?”
“Oh, yes,” Lance said, as if he had been misunderstood. “If what happened at my brother’s Lake Waramaug house is any indication.”
Stone waved for another bourbon. “All right, what happened at Lake Waramaug?”
“The house was set afire by unknown arsonists about an hour ago. It’s still burning.”
“Was anyone hurt?”
“No, but the house is going to be a total loss, and I’m going to have to find the money to pay for its rebuilding and the replacement of certain valuable antiques. God, it may take an act of Congress.”
Stone was appalled. “No insurance?”
“Well, yes, but filing a claim would just provoke a lot of unwanted questions from a claim adjuster, and those might find their way to a congressional committee.”
“I see,” Stone said.
“Stone,” Lance said, “if you know where Pablo is, you’d better get him out of the country, and pronto.”
“Pronto,” Stone repeated tonelessly.
“Yes,” Lance said.
“Excuse me for a minute,” Stone said. He went into the empty dining room next door, the one Elaine used for big parties, and called Pablo.
“Yes?”
“It’s Stone.”
“Good evening.”
“What time can your airplane be at the place we discussed?”
“I’m told by the pilot ten a.m. tomorrow morning.”
“Then I need to pick you up at eight a.m. sharp. Where can we meet?”
Pablo gave him an Upper East Side address. “We will be standing just inside the door of the building promptly at eight. What will you be driving?”
“A black Mercedes E55 sedan,” Stone said.
“You sound very concerned,” Pablo said.
“I am, but I can’t tell you any more now. I’ll explain everything on the way to the place.”
“All right,” Pablo said. “Should I be armed?”
“It couldn’t hurt,” Stone said. They said goodbye and hung up.
Stone returned to the table, where Lance and Dino were ordering dinner. “Spinach salad, chopped; rib eye, medium rare,” Stone said to the waiter.
“Did you manage to make contact?”
“Yes,” Stone replied.
“Did you impress upon him the danger he’s in?”
“No,” Stone said, “it would have just made him nervous, and I don’t want him nervous.”
“Anything I can do to help?” Lance asked.
“Please, Lance,” Stone said, “don’t help any more.”
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