Barely Legal

101

Fred screeched the Bentley to a stop in front of Herbie’s building. Stone hopped out and pointed his finger at the doorman. “I have to pick up Herbie’s iPad. Give me his key.”

The doorman knew he was a friend of Herbie’s, had actually been there when Stone helped Herbie furnish the place. He gave him a key and sent him up. The hundred-dollar tip probably didn’t hurt.

The iPad wasn’t in Herbie’s office, or in the living room, or in the bar. He eventually found it in the bedroom sitting on a bedside table next to a bottle of perfume and the latest issue of Vogue. Yvette’s side of the bed. Stone wondered if Herbie had ever used the iPad himself.

Stone switched it on and opened the tracking app.

A light began blinking in the midst of a map.

Stone rang for the elevator and called Dino. “He’s in Queens.”

“Then he’s not going after Taperelli. He lives in Jersey.”

“Who’s in Queens?”

“I have no idea, but I’m on my way.”

“You calling the cops?”

“Not the local cops. Herbie wouldn’t want that. I’m taking my best men.”

“I’m one of them.”

“I can’t wait for you.”

“Are you kidding me? I’ve got the iPad. Fred’s double-parked out front. You’ll be lucky if you keep up.”