Dirty Work

34

Five men and four women got off a Concorde flight at JFK and got into two waiting vans. The driver of one handed one of the men a cell phone. “Just hold down the number one, sir.”

He held down the number one, then put the phone to his ear.

“Trading Partners,” a woman’s voice said.

“Do you know who this is?”

“Yes, sir.”

“We’re en route. I want a meeting in one hour, with everybody, and I mean everybody.”

“I understand, sir. I’ve been holding the conference room.”

“Good.” He snapped the phone shut and handed it back to the driver.

“It’s yours, sir, while you’re here,” the driver said.

Architect put the phone in his pocket and turned his attention to The New York Times.

The phone rang in Stone’s bedroom. “Hello?” he said sleepily, glancing at the clock.

“Miss Carpenter, please,” a woman’s voice said.

Stone shook Carpenter awake. “Call for you,” he said.

“What time is it?” Carpenter asked, rolling over and picking up the extension.

Stone hung up his phone. “A little after two P.M. We slept pretty good.”

“Hello?”

“Architect has arrived. There’s a meeting here at three,” the woman said. “Attendance is mandatory.”

“Right,” Carpenter said. She hung up. “I’ve got to get into a shower,” she said to Stone. “My boss is in from London.” She tossed off the covers and ran for the bathroom. “Any chance of some lunch?”

Stone went down to the kitchen and made a couple of ham sandwiches and brought them back upstairs. Carpenter came out of the shower, toweling her hair dry around the edges.

“That looks good,” she said, grabbing a sandwich and taking a huge bite.

“So, what’s this meeting going to be about?” Stone asked.

“I think you can guess.”

“How the hell are you ever going to find her?” he asked.

“We’ll find her, and we’ll deal with her,” Carpenter replied, her mouth full. She went back into the bathroom, taking her sandwich with her.

Stone picked up the phone and called Dino.

“Bacchetti.”

“You had lunch?”

“I missed it,” Dino said.

“Clarke’s in half an hour?”

“You buying?”

“Yes.”

“Then let’s make it the Four Seasons.” Dino hung up.

Stone went to his own bathroom and got into the shower. Twenty minutes later, he stood on his doorstep with Carpenter.

“Dinner?” he asked.

“I’ll have to call you,” she replied, kissing him. She ran down the steps and turned toward Third Avenue.

Stone turned toward Park.

The last of the lunch crowd lingered over their espressos in the Grill Room of the Four Seasons. Getting a table was easy, since half the crowd had gone back to their offices. Stone and Dino ordered salads and omelettes and a couple of glasses of wine.

“How’d La Biche come to be in Elaine’s at exactly the time you were?” Stone asked.

“She came in looking for you.”

“What?”

“I kid you not. She came in, took a seat at the bar, ordered dinner, and whipped out that Page Six clipping about you representing Herbie Fisher. Asked the bartender who you were.”

“Did he tell her?”

“I don’t know. I was pretty busy. Elaine called me at home and told me somebody was asking about you, so I disappointed my wife, who was snuggled up to me at the time, and got my ass over there in a hurry. There she was, sipping a brandy.”

Stone thought about this.

“So why’d you want to have lunch? I had the feeling you had something on your mind.”

“Something’s brewing with our British friends,” Stone said.

“Oh, yeah?”

“The big cheese arrived from London and has called a meeting of his people.”

“Why do I care about this?” Dino asked.

“Because I think there’s about to be a rumble on your turf.”

“What kind of rumble?” Dino asked.

“Think about it.”

“What, I have to guess?”

“That’s what I’m doing. Anybody call you this afternoon? Any Brits, I mean?”

“Nope. Should I expect to hear from them?”

“I don’t think so,” Stone replied.

“Come on, Stone, what has Carpenter told you?”

“Only that there’s a meeting.”

“And what do you think is going to be the subject of that meeting?”

“Don’t be obtuse, Dino.”

“Okay, I know the subject. What are they going to do?”

“I think they’re going to hunt her down and kill her,” Stone said.

“Right here in New York City?”

“Yes. Of course, they may only want to kidnap and torture her, but I think the chances of taking the lady alive are nil.”

Dino chewed his salad and thought about it. “Okay,” he said finally.

“What do you mean, okay?”

“I mean, it’s okay with me if they hunt her down and kill her, or just kidnap and torture her.”

“Jesus, Dino, you’re a New York City police lieutenant. Are you going to let that happen?”

“Yep,” Dino said, sipping his wine.

“We’re talking about murder, Dino. You’re supposed to take a dim view of that.”

“You’re such a wuss, Stone,” Dino said.

“No, I’m not. I’m just opposed to murder in the streets of my hometown.”

“Well, I’m sure that when the murderers hear about that, there’ll be a dramatic drop in the homicide rate,” Dino replied.

“Dino, you’ve got to do something.”

“What am I going to do?” Dino asked. “These people are not visiting policemen. They’re fucking spies. They do things in secret. You think they’re going to let me in on their plans?”

“Maybe I can find out something.”

“I don’t want to know,” Dino said. “And if you want to keep rolling around in the hay with Miss Felicity Devonshire, you’d better not want to know, either.”

“You want to know why there are no charges against La Biche in Europe?” Stone said.

“No, but I have a feeling you’re going to tell me.”

“Because the Brits got their information on her by torturing and killing her friends, so there’s nobody left to give evidence against her.”

“I didn’t want to know that,” Dino said.

“It’s how they work. These people don’t arrest criminals and try them. They put them in cellars while they extract information from them with tools, and when they’re done, their captives are done, too. They’re outside the law. They’re above the law.”

“Well then, if I were you, I wouldn’t piss off Carpenter.”

“When you and I were cops together, we had a common view of the law,” Stone said. “We believed in doing it by the book.”

“Well, not always strictly by the book,” Dino said.

“All right, we slapped around a few people, frightened a few guys, but we didn’t murder anybody.”

“And I’m not going to start now,” Dino said.

“But you’re going to turn a blind eye to what these people are planning?”

“Stone, in this case, a blind eye is all I got.”

“You don’t want to see it.”

“You’re right, because, unlike you, I understand that there are two whole different worlds existing right alongside each other: There’s your world and mine, then there’s their world, where a crazy woman holds a grudge against their people and goes around killing them, plus a few other people along the way. How do we prosecute that? There’s never any evidence. And suppose I could, somehow, stop them from killing La Biche? What would I do with her? Pat her on the head and send her back to Europe to kill a few more people? I don’t have any evidence against her. Jesus, somebody’s got to stop her, and it ain’t going to be me.”

“This is depressing,” Stone said.

“It’s not depressing if you don’t think about it,” Dino replied.