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  3. Dedication
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  68. Acknowledgments
  69. “We Are Very Different People”:Stuart Woods on Stone Barrington
  70. Stone Barrington: The First Five
  71. About the Author
  72. Praise for Stuart Woods and
  73. Books by Stuart Woods
  74. Credits
  75. About the Publisher

Stone got out of his jacket and was astonished to find the left sleeve soaked with blood. He’d had no sensation of the knife, just a blow to the shoulder.

“Where’d he get a knife?” Stone asked. “How’d he get it through the metal detectors?”

“From the galley,” Dino said. “I saw him go for it, but I couldn’t get a shot; there were too many people between him and me.”

A flight attendant approached. “We’ve called for assistance,” she said. “I’m sorry about the knife; I was slicing limes in the first-class galley, and…”

“It’s all right,” Stone said. “It’s not your fault.” He turned to Dino. “I saw the guy pass me, but the hair…”

Dino went to the young man and tugged at his hair; the wig came away in his hand. He felt for a pulse. “He’s dead. Didn’t I mention the wig?” Dino asked.

“No, you didn’t.”

“The doorman reported that Hausman had grown hair overnight. Sorry, I forgot to pass that on. I was driving.”

“Forget it,” Stone said. He was feeling a little weak.

The flight attendant brought a clean towel and pressed it against the back of Stone’s shoulder. “Just lean back against the seat,” she said. “That will hold the towel in place.”

“You okay here?” Dino asked. “I want to search the rest of the airplane.”

“I’m okay,” Stone replied.

Dino beckoned to Sam Warren. They walked aft in the airplane, checking under seats and in the toilets. Shortly, Dino returned. “How you doing?”

“I’m fine, Dino; when can we get out of here?”

“You’re going to have to go to the emergency room,” Dino said.

“Well, I’m not going in an ambulance; you can drive me.”

“All right,” Dino said. “Miss?” he said to the flight attendant. “Can you get me a wheelchair?”

“I don’t need a wheelchair,” Stone said. “I can walk.”

“I’m not going to have you walking through the airport, covered with blood, then passing out in front of everybody,” Dino said.

“Did you get Mitteldorfer?” Stone asked.

“I didn’t see him; Andy and his people are checking the lounge and the corridors now. He may have made it out during the excitement.”

Two security people arrived with a stretcher and took Peter Hausman’s body away, leaving Stone and Dino alone on the airplane.

“You just sit tight,” Dino said. “I’m going to go find a wheelchair, then we’ll get you out of here.” He left Stone alone on the airplane.