Cut and Thrust

45

Stone and Ann were at lunch the following day, when Mike Freeman called. Stone spoke to him briefly, then hung up.

“The Strategic Services G650 will be ready for us tomorrow morning at ten,” he said.

“Oh, good,” Ann said. “And when I get back all hell will have broken loose, and it will remain loose until the election, then a different kind of hell will break loose, assuming Kate wins. Then, on January twentieth a special kind of hell will await me. Everyone who has ever held this job has said that it was the hardest work and the toughest job they ever had.”

“You sound as though you’re reconsidering,” Stone said hopefully.

“On the contrary, I can’t wait to get started,” she said.

Stone laughed. “Kate is lucky to have you.” The phone rang, and he picked it up. “Yes?”

“It’s Billy.”

“Hi there. Feeling better?”

“As good as new,” Billy said, “but shortly, Ed Eagle is going to be feeling a lot worse.”

“Oh, God,” Stone said, “is there another attempt coming?”

“Not on his life — on his reputation.”

“What do you mean?”

“Barbara is hiring a press agent in San Francisco named Hugh Gordon. I checked him out. He’s among the two or three best publicists in the country, and he’s arranging a series of interviews in which Barbara will insist that Eagle is trying to kill her. She’s going to blindside him, and he’ll never be able to catch up.”

“Oh, shit! What should I tell him to do?”

“This is outside my area of expertise, but I should think the only thing he can do is beat her to the punch.”

“Thanks, Billy. How did you find out about this?”

“Don’t ask, and don’t tell Eagle this came from me.”

“All right.” Stone thanked him again, hung up, and called Ed Eagle.

“Good morning, Mr. Barrington. I’m afraid Ed is in court this morning, but he should be breaking for lunch soon, and he’ll call in for messages.”

“Please ask Ed to call me first,” Stone said. “It’s extremely urgent that I talk to him at the earliest possible moment.”

“I’ll certainly do that, Mr. Barrington.”

Stone hung up. “Who do you know in the New York press?” he asked Ann.

“Are you kidding? Everybody.”

Stone explained the call he’d just had. “Who are the top people he should talk to?”

“In New York?”

“National.”

“Well, the plum pick is 60 Minutes, but even if they want the story, it might take some time, at the very least, to get it on the air. I know the executive producer, and he owes me a favor. After that, the morning shows — Today, CBS This Morning, Good Morning America, CNN, and Morning Joe.”

The phone rang. “Stone Barrington.”

“Stone, it’s Ed. Are you in some sort of trouble?”

“No, Ed, you are.”

“Gee, I hadn’t noticed.”

“I’ve just received some information that you have to act on at once.”

“What kind of information?”

“Barbara has decided, in lieu of killing you, to wage war on you through the media. She’s hired a top publicist, and he’s arranging press and TV interviews for her now. She’s going to say that you’ve been trying to kill her and then blaming it on her.”

“How the hell did you hear about this?”

“I can’t reveal my source, but I can tell you that this is real, and you have to attack first.”

“How’m I supposed to do that?”

“Hire your own publicist and beat her to the punch.”

“Well, Susannah has a publicist, of course — all the Hollywood folks do. I could talk to him.”

“Ann is here. She knows the executive producer of 60 Minutes, and she’s willing to call him on your behalf. Tell your publicist that. You need to work out a plan with your guy both to punch and counterpunch. You’ve got to have an argument ready for every point she makes. And speaking as an attorney, you’d better be ready for a slander suit once she hears what you’re doing. She can outspend you.”

“Well, then, I’m going to have to let her throw the first punch,” Ed said. “After that, I’ll just be defending myself.”

“That won’t be enough, Ed, you’re going to have to destroy her, burn her to the ground.”

Ed was silent for a moment. “I can’t say I relish that thought,” he said.

“If you don’t do it to her, she’s going to do it to you. She’ll ruin your practice. And, while she’s at it, ruin your life.”

“She’s certainly capable of that.”

“She’s crazy, Ed, and you’re going to have to be the sane, sensible one while she’s making the wild allegations. You’ve got one important thing going for you: there’s a record of the things she’s done — her prison sentence as an accessory to murder, her theft of your money and escape to Mexico, the conviction down there of killing a policeman, her escape from a Mexican prison, and then the shooting at the Bel-Air. You’re going to have to turn her acquittal into a miscarriage of justice.”

“That’s exactly what it was,” Ed said. “I was astonished when she walked. I’ve also got the knife attack on me and the time I spent in the hospital on my side. Nobody has ever hurt Barbara.”

“It’s time to call Susannah’s publicist, and you’d better get some cash together, because hiring a publicist and conducting this kind of campaign is going to cost as much as it would cost to hire you to defend somebody.”

“I’d better get on it, then.”

“Keep me posted?”

“Sure.”

“I’ll be back in New York tomorrow night.” Stone hung up.

“I expect that call scared the shit out of Ed,” Ann said. “It certainly would me.”

“He’s taking it seriously. Luckily, Susannah already has a publicist.”

“Let me know when you want me to call 60 Minutes,” Ann said.

Pam Hale sat in her cubicle at WSFO in San Francisco and read the transcript of Barbara Eagle’s murder trial in Los Angeles. Her friend Sherry, the meteorologist, stopped by. “You’ve been intense all morning,” she said. “What’s up?”

“I’m just reading about this woman, Barbara Eagle — or rather, Grosvenor.”

“Could you believe it when Chico told us her name? She’s all over everywhere in this town.”

“I’m just reading the transcript of her murder trial. She must have had one hell of a lawyer to get off.” Pam’s phone rang, and she picked it up. “Pam Hale, talk fast.”

A man laughed. “Pam, it’s Hugh Gordon. How are you?”

“Just great, Hugh. How do I rate a phone call from the Great Gordon?”

He laughed again.

“You’ve got to be pitching something.”

“This is more in the nature of a public service,” Gordon said. “An acquaintance of mine, a woman of unimpeachable character, a patron of the arts and a philanthropist, is being pursued by her ex-husband, who has made repeated attempts on her life.”

“Gee, Hugh, that sounds just awful. Who is she?”

“Before I can tell you that, I want to know if you’ll interview her for your weekend show.”

“I can’t tell you that until I know who she is, Hugh.”

“So we’re at loggerheads?”

“Come on, Hugh, you can’t expect me to commit to a major interview with someone whose name I don’t know.”

“All right, but this is in the strictest confidence.”

“Of course, Hugh, it always is.”

“Her name is Barbara Grosvenor, formerly Barbara Eagle.”

“Oh, sure, she’s social dynamite with all that money. Who’s trying to kill her?”

“The ex-husband’s name is Ed Eagle. He’s a big-time attorney out of Santa Fe, does a lot of trial work on the West Coast.”

“I’ll Google him and see what I find.”

“You won’t get the good stuff on Google — you’ll get that only from interviewing Barbara.”

“Okay, I’m in,” Pam said. “I’ll have to talk to my producer, but he pretty much follows my lead.”

“Call me back within the hour, and we’ll schedule.” Gordon hung up.

Pam hung up, too. “You’re not going to believe this,” she said to Sherry. “Hugh Gordon is flogging interviews with the lady! Excuse me,” she said, getting up and smoothing her skirt. “I’ve got to run this by Ron right now to get her on the weekend show.” She took off, running down the hallway.