“I’m afraid he’s not in any kind of mood; he’s dead. He made a grab for an officer’s gun at the precinct, and another officer shot him.”

“Oops.”

“Yeah.”

“Look, Stone, I’ve got an idea. Are you still determined to testify if he subpoenas you?”

“Yes, I am. I’m not going to do anything to make myself look guilty.”

“Then let’s go down to the courthouse tomorrow morning; just show up outside the grand-jury room and demand for you to be allowed to testify.”

Stone thought about this. “I like it; it might rattle him.”

“There’ll be some press there, too, and we can make a point of your showing up. That’ll make the evening news.”

“I’ll tell Marty about what we know of the Dante business, too; he can worry about that while he’s questioning you, and if he makes us mad, we can mention it to the press after you’ve testified.”

“All right,” Stone said.

“Meet me down there at nine sharp tomorrow morning, and don’t tell me where you plan to be in the meantime. If they try to subpoena you, I can deny knowledge of your whereabouts.”

“See you at nine in the morning,” Stone said. He hung up.

“What’s up?” Dino asked.

Stone explained the situation to him.

“I wish we could wrap this up before you have to testify,” Dino said.

“So do I.”

There was a knock on the door, and Andy Anderson came in.

“Sit down, Andy, and tell me what’s happening,” Dino said.

Anderson took a seat and got out his notebook. “Okay,” he said, “first, the apartment. We took it apart, but there wasn’t much there, except one more rent receipt in Erwin Hausman’s name—no IDs, no notes of any kind, only two sets of fingerprints, Erwin’s and one more.”

“Nothing at all that would help us find Mitteldorfer?”

“Nothing. If there had been a phone, we could have checked the records for numbers called.”

“That’s why there was no phone,” Stone said. “Mitteldorfer is very smart.”