Chapters (75)
- Cover
- Contents
- Dedication
- 1
- 2
- 3
- 4
- 5
- 6
- 7
- 8
- 9
- 10
- 11
- 12
- 13
- 14
- 15
- 16
- 17
- 18
- 19
- 20
- 21
- 22
- 23
- 24
- 25
- 26
- 27
- 28
- 29
- 30
- 31
- 32
- 33
- 34
- 35
- 36
- 37
- 38
- 39
- 40
- 41
- 42
- 43
- 44
- 45
- 46
- 47
- 48
- 49
- 50
- 51
- 52
- 53
- 54
- 55
- 56
- 57
- 58
- 59
- 60
- 61
- 62
- 63
- 64
- Acknowledgments
- “We Are Very Different People”:Stuart Woods on Stone Barrington
- Stone Barrington: The First Five
- About the Author
- Praise for Stuart Woods and
- Books by Stuart Woods
- Credits
- About the Publisher
“I can’t wait to see it,” Stone replied. They finished their first course. Stone looked into the back room and saw Warkowski’s companion leave the table, apparently for the ladies’ room. Stone stood up. “Will you excuse me for a moment? I’ll be right back.”
He walked into the back room and stopped at Warkowski’s table. “Good evening,” he said. “Do you mind if I sit down for a moment?”
Warkowski looked up at him. “Suit yourself.”
Stone slid into the booth opposite him. “You live around here?”
Warkowski shook his head. “Just a weekend outing with the wife.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t get to see you the last time I was at the prison.”
“I was pretty busy at the time,” Warkowski said.
“Look, I know that Dino got off on the wrong foot with you, but there’s something really serious going on, and we need your help.”
“We?”
“Dino and I are both involved.”
“What is it?”
“We need to find Herbert Mitteldorfer, and quickly”
“I’ve no idea where he is,” Warkowski replied. “He didn’t leave a forwarding address.”
“Is there anyone you know who might have a way of contacting him?”
Warkowski shook his head. “Nope.”
“I’m surprised that you would so quickly lose contact with him. After all, you were pretty close, weren’t you?”
“Not really; in my work, you don’t get close to prisoners.”
“That’s what I would have thought, but it’s my information that Mitteldorfer handled all your financial affairs for several years.”
Warkowski looked at him sharply. “Where the hell did you hear that?”
“Look, Captain, we think that Mitteldorfer has been involved in half a dozen murders since he got out.”
Warkowski burst out laughing. “You’ve gotta be kidding! Herbie Mitteldorfer wouldn’t hurt a fly!”
“He murdered his wife, didn’t he?”
“That was a kind of temporary insanity; you can hardly blame the guy, in the circumstances.”
“What circumstances?”
“His wife was screwing half the men in New York.”
“Anybody in particular?”
“I don’t know the details,” Warkowski replied.
“Look, Captain, this is a very serious matter. It wouldn’t look good for it to get into the papers that a serial killer performed personal services for officials at the prison.”
“Are you threatening me?” Warkowski asked. “Because if you are, you’d better be able to back it up.”
“I’m not threatening you; I’m just saying that we need your help in finding Mitteldorfer.”