Dino slammed on his brakes, nearly causing a rear-end collision, then, in a spray of gravel, ground to a halt on the shoulder. He got out his badge, rolled down the window, and waited for the trooper to come to him. The man was on the radio, obviously checking Dino’s plates.

“Dino,” Stone said wearily, “the speed limit on the thruway is sixty-five miles an hour. Why can’t you drive seventy-five or eighty, like a normal human being?”

“Like you never drive fast,” Dino replied.

The beefy young trooper appeared in the driver’s window.

Dino held up his ID. “And what the fuck do you want?” he asked pleasantly.

“I want your driver’s license and your registration,” the trooper said, not quite as pleasantly.

“You’re looking at the only ID you’re going to get from me,” Dino said. “If you can read, you’ll see that I’m a lieutenant in the New York City Police Department. I’m on my way to Sing Sing on official business.”

“Your license and registration, and don’t make me ask you again,” the trooper said through gritted teeth.

Dino reached into an inside pocket for his cell phone, causing the trooper to jump back and put his hand on his pistol. “Tell you what,” he said, “let’s just call Colonel Joe O’Brien at the Poughkeepsie station and tell him that Trooper”—Dino squinted at the man’s name tag—“Warkowski is impeding a triple-homicide investigation of the NYPD by acting like a rookie asshole.” Dino started punching in a number.

“All right, all right,” the trooper said, holding his hands out in front of him. “Just slow it down, okay?”

“Tell you what, Warkowski,” Dino said. “You wait right here for a couple hours and you’ll see me going south again at a hundred and twenty.” Dino slammed the car into gear and left the trooper standing in a cloud of dust at the roadside.

“You really know how to make friends, Dino,” Stone said. “I’ve always said that about you.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Dino said, watching the needle on the speedometer pass a hundred.

“Do you really know a Colonel O’Brien in Poughkeepsie?”

“He spoke at a dinner I went to last year. We didn’t quite meet.”

In Poughkeepsie they made their way to Sing Sing Prison, showed their ID at the gate, and were directed to a parking spot.

“Anybody know we’re coming?” Stone asked, as they got out of the car.

“I called the warden’s office before we left. We’re to ask for the captain of the guard.”

They entered a door marked VISITORS, presented their IDs at the desk, and asked for the captain of the guard.

“You’ll have to check your weapons,” the desk clerk said.

Dino handed over his pistol, and Stone opened his coat to show that he was unarmed.