Two-Dollar Bill

53

DINO'S CELL PHONE rang first. "Bacchetti. Yeah… yeah… yeah… shit! Keep me posted." Dino stood up. "A patrol car spotted the Navigator trying to get into the Lincoln Tunnel, tried to stop him, but couldn't. A pursuit is under way as we speak."

Then Lance's phone rang. "Yes? Where? Good. Hold it there, and… wait a minute." He looked at Dino. "Which way is Billy Bob headed?"

"He was on Forty-second Street, headed east."

Lance turned back to his phone. "Stand by there, and start questioning the pilot." He snapped the phone shut.

"What?" Stone asked.

"My people caught up with Billy Bob's chopper at the East Side Heliport five minutes ago."

Dino's phone rang again. "Bacchetti." He listened, then covered the phone. "Billy Bob turned into a parking garage off Times Square, and he's being pursued upward, level by level.

"Why would he corner himself like that?" Stone asked.

"What kind of building is it?" Lance wanted to know.

Dino went back to the cell phone. "What kind of building?" He covered the phone again. "Office tower, big one; the first six floors are parking."

"I know what he's doing," Lance said.

"What?" Stone asked.

But Lance was already on his cell phone. "Look inside the chopper," he said. "Is there a handheld radio there?" He waited impatiently. "Right," he said. "Get the radio to the pilot; if Billy Bob calls him, make him answer, even if you have to put a gun to his head. I'm on my way."

Dino was back on his cell phone. "Billy Bob made a run for the elevators and made it. He's handcuffed to Peter, and he's carrying a large, metal suitcase."

"I knew it," Lance said. "Stone, you come with me. Dino, you join your people in Times Square."

"Okay," Dino said.

"And I want you to empty Times Square immediately."

"Jesus, I don't have the authority to do that," Dino said.

"Find somebody who does. Tell them that Billy Bob very probably has a suitcase containing thirty-six very powerful grenades and a rifle launcher. Are you getting the picture?"

"Holy shit," Dino said.

"Stone, let's get going."

Dino was calling for his own car as Stone and Lance ran for the garage.

When Stone had made the street, he turned to Lance. "Now, tell me what is going on."

"Billy Bob is headed for the top of that office tower," Lance said. "He's probably already there by now, and from the top of that building he can…"

"Threaten Times Square with the grenades," Stone said, completing his sentence. "It's what you predicted a while back."

"I meant it as an illustration, not a prediction," Lance said. "My people have Billy Bob's helicopter at the East Side Heliport, and his driver, too. That's got to be Billy Bob's way out. I seriously doubt if he has two choppers at his disposal.

"What's your plan?"

"Plan? I don't have a plan; no plan will work. All we can do is react to what Billy Bob does and try to predict his next move. Right now he's on top of a tall building with Arrington's child and all those grenades. As crazy as he may be, nothing so far has indicated that he's suicidal. He expects to get out of there, and how else but by helicopter?"

They turned into the heliport and abandoned Stone's car in some executive's parking space. Stone brought Billy Bob's radio. He followed Lance into the building, and they were waved into a back office by one of his people.

The helicopter pilot, dressed neatly in his uniform of black trousers and white shirt with epaulets was sitting in an office chair, surrounded by Lance's people. "I'm telling you that's all I know about it," he was saying.

"Tell me," Lance said.

"Are you in charge here?" the pilot demanded.

"Tell me, and do it now."

"This guy, Stanford, chartered our chopper; he's been our customer in the past. He said he wanted to run through some routines for a movie he's producing. I was to snatch the guy off a Little League baseball field on Randall's Island, then fly out to Montauk and back doing a lot of maneuvers. I did it, and that's all I know. I haven't even been permitted to call my office."

Lance nodded. "Has his helicopter been refueled?" he asked one of his people.

"Yes, sir," the man replied. He handed Lance a handheld radio. "This is what Billy Bob gave the pilot."

"I've got another one," Stone said, holding it up.

"Where's our equipment?" Lance asked his man.

"Van, outside."

"Get me the rifle and some loaded magazines."

"Yes, sir." The man left.

"What are we doing?" Stone asked.

"We're waiting for instructions," Lance replied.

"Instructions?"

"From Billy Bob."

The man came back with a large case and a box of magazines.

"Let's wait in the chopper," Lance said.

"Where are you going with my chopper?" the pilot asked.

"Wherever your client tells you to. You're still flying it."

"Who are you people?"

Lance shoved an ID wallet under his nose. "Read it carefully," he said.

"Okay, I got it."

"The man you call Stanford is an enemy of your country. We have to deal with him. You're the only person who can get us to him."

"All right," the man said. "Let's go."

Stone's cell phone vibrated. "Yes?"

"It's Dino. Tell Lance I got to the police commissioner, and he's given the order to close Times Square."

Stone relayed the information to Lance.

"Thank God for that," Lance said.

"Where are you, Dino?" Stone asked. Stone turned on the speakerphone.

"I'm in a subway entrance in the street below the building. There's a SWAT team ready to take that roof."

"Don't do it, Dino," Lance said. "If you try, Billy Bob is going to start lobbing grenades into Times Square, and you don't want that. Are you in touch with the commissioner?"

"He's on his way here, now; I can reach him by phone."

"Good. Tell him to keep police and television helicopters away from that building, too."

"Okay, but what are you going to do?"

"I'll let you know in a few minutes."

"Okay, Dino?" Stone asked.

"Yeah, I'll wait for word."

Stone hung up. "Why don't we get this chopper started and get over there?"

"Because we have to wait to be asked. If we show up without an invitation he'll regard us as hostile and start shooting."

"And why do you think we'll be invited?"

"How else is he going to get out of there?" Lance asked.