"Yes."
"Well, of course you can stay there; when do you want to go?"
"Immediately."
"All right; why don"t I cook us all some dinner over there? James has a decent kitchen, and I can pick up some things on the way."
"That would be wonderful."
"See you in an hour?"
"That"s good. Bye." He hung up and turned to Mason. "We can go to James Cutler"s house in Chester Street."
"Ah yes, good," Mason said. "Who is Dino?"
"Dino Bacchetti, my old partner at the NYPD. He got into town yesterday."
"All right, then; you go and get packed up, and I"ll send someone for your luggage. I believe your bill is going to Stan Hedger?"
"Yes."
"Good, that solves that. We"ll be taking you out of the hotel by a rear exit."
"Fine."
"Oh, by the way, Sam asked me to ask you if Hedger ever gave you any sort of electronic device-a radio, a pager, a clock-to carry around with you?"
"Yes, he gave me a satellite telephone."
"You"ll want to give that to me; he"s been using it to track your whereabouts."
Stone felt like a complete a.s.s. "All right."
"I"ll come and get you in, say, three-quarters of an hour."
"Good." Stone left the suite and went back to his own.
Dino was still watching cricket. "You know, I think I"m beginning to get the hang of this game."
"It"s an illusion; no American will ever understand it."
"You ready for some dinner?"
"Yes, but Sarah is cooking it for us; get packed, we"re moving out of the hotel."
"But I like it here," Dino said. "It"s nice-you push a b.u.t.ton and somebody comes to take care of you."
"I"ve just had a meeting with some British intelligence people, and they want us out of here; they say it"s the only way we"ll ever lose the tail that Hedger put on us."
"We"re going right now?"
"Very shortly; just get your luggage ready to go."
Dino switched off the cricket match with reluctance.
At the appointed time, the porter rapped on their door. "Good evening, Mr. Barrington. I"m to take your bags down to the kitchen."
"There they are," Stone said, pointing to the pile. "Mr. Bacchetti"s, too."
"There"s a lady waiting for you at the lift."
Stone and Dino walked to the elevator, where Carpenter was waiting for them, the door open. He introduced Dino.
Once in the elevator, Carpenter inserted a key into a lock and turned it. "This will get us to the lower level," she said.
Stone watched her on the way down; she really was very attractive, in her muted way. The lift doors opened, and Carpenter led them down a hallway, past the kitchens, and out a rear door. There were three identical gray vans waiting outside, and the porter was loading their luggage into the middle one.
Mason appeared from behind them. "Give me Hedger"s phone," he said.
Stone took the phone from an inside pocket and handed it to him.
Mason looked around him, then spotted a truck unloading seafood for the hotel. He tossed the phone over the crates of fish into the rear of the truck. "There," he said. "That will keep your tail busy. Get into the center van."
Stone and Dino climbed into the rear seat with Carpenter, while Mason got into the front.
"We"ll wait until the fish lorry goes," he said.
As if on command, the truck started up and moved out of the mews, then turned right at the street.
"Wait," Mason said. "Let them register the move." He glanced at his watch. Two minutes pa.s.sed, then Mason said, "Now; turn left at the end."
The three vans moved out.
"Why do I feel like a load of laundry?" Dino asked.
"This would be your policeman friend?" Mason asked.
"Yes," Stone said. "This is Lieutenant Dino Bacchetti, of the New York Police Department."
"Enchanted," Mason drawled, without turning around.
"Yeah, me too," Dino said.
The three vans drove into Grosvenor Square and at the next corner, each went in a different direction, none of them toward James"s house.
"The house is in Chester Street, off Belgrave Square," Stone reminded Mason.
"I know, old chap," Mason said. "We"re just going to lead any possible tail on a merry chase before we turn for home. I"ve visited the house, actually. James Cutler and I were at Eton together a couple of hundred years ago. He was a good chap, and I"m grateful to you for what you tried to do for him." He paused. "I"m not so sure about this Miss Sarah Buckminster."
Dino dug Stone in the ribs.
46.
THEY ARRIVED AT THE CHESTER STREET house, and the van"s driver set Stone"s and Dino"s luggage on the sidewalk.
"We won"t come in," Mason said. He handed Stone a tiny cellphone, its charger, and an extra battery. "If anyone asks, you rented this through the concierge at the Connaught." He handed Stone an index card with a list of numbers written on it. "These are my and Carpenter"s cellphone numbers," he said. "If there"s no answer, you"ll have an opportunity to leave a message, and one of us will get back to you quickly. I suggest you memorize them and destroy the card. Your number is there, too."
"All right," Stone said, pocketing the phone and the card.
"Tomorrow morning, call Lance Cabot and tell him you"ve arranged with your broker to have the quarter of a million transferred at a moment"s notice, pending Cabot"s satisfying you with the details of the transaction. When he tells you, I suggest you be somewhat less scrupulous than you"ve been so far; don"t be shocked at what the goods turn out to be or to whom they"re to be sold. The more of a buccaneer you seem to be, the more Cabot will be interested in doing business with you. Meantime, we"ll be doing a complete background check on Cabot, Ali, and Sheila."
"Sounds good," Stone said.
"Don"t leave the house without telling me, and on a few minutes" notice, I can provide any transportation you may need. From now on, I want your only tail to be my people."
"Thank you," Stone said. He and Dino got out of the van, and it drove away. They trudged up the steps with their luggage and rang the bell.
Sarah answered and threw herself at Dino. "How are you, darling?" she asked. "And how"s Mary Ann?"
"We"re all just great," Dino said, beaming at her.
"Come on in and get your things put away." She led them up the stairs. "Dino, you"re in there, and Stone, you come with me." She led him to a rear bedroom, obviously the master, and then she gave him a long and tantalizing kiss. "Get unpacked and come downstairs; dinner will be ready in fifteen minutes."
Stone hung up his clothes and put his toiletries in the bathroom, which was large and old, wall-to-wall marble.
The three of them sat around the kitchen table eating lamb chops and drinking an outstanding claret from James"s cellar.
"You won"t believe the wine that"s down there," she said. "I don"t think that any lot of really fine wine pa.s.sed through the business that James didn"t grab a case or two of for himself."
Stone looked at the bottle: a Chateau Haut-Brion "66. "I never thought I"d be drinking this," he said.
"Stick around," Sarah said. "I"ll ruin your liver for you."
"Sarah, you"re not to tell anyone that Dino and I are staying here."
"And why not?"
"Because I don"t want anyone to know."
"Dear, don"t be so old-fashioned."
"That"s not what I mean. I"m involved in some very delicate business, and the compet.i.tion is unscrupulous. I don"t want them to know my whereabouts. If someone should call you asking for me, you can tell them I"ve moved from the Connaught, but you don"t know where."
"Oh, all right, if you say so. It"s all very cloak-and-dagger, isn"t it?"
"Yes, I suppose it is." More than she knew.
After dinner and brandy, Stone went upstairs and turned on the taps in the huge, old-fashioned bathtub. He had just settled in for a soak, with the lights dimmed, when Sarah came into the bathroom. She was quite naked, and it was the first good look he"d had at her that way for a long time.
"How about some company?" she said, sliding into the tub, facing him.
"Mmmm," he replied, closing his eyes.
A moment later, he felt her hand on his crotch.
"I think we have to get this clean," she said, and she began soaping it.
Stone held onto the sides of the tub.
"Now it"s clean," she said, "and we have to get it warm." She climbed on top of him and brought him inside her. "There," she sighed. She began moving, slowly, in and out.
Stone responded favorably.
She reached behind her and took his t.e.s.t.i.c.l.es in her hand, still moving, now ma.s.saging gently.
Stone sat up and put his arms around her, cupping her b.u.t.tocks in his hands, helping her move.
"Don"t you dare come before me," she breathed, moving faster.
Stone ran a finger down between her cheeks, letting it pa.s.s lightly back and forth over her a.n.u.s, then he inserted a finger.
Sarah came explosively, and he was right behind her. They writhed in the tub until they were both spent, then she put her head on his shoulder and wrapped herself around him. "I love a hot bath, don"t you?" she said.
"Oh, yes," Stone replied. "I don"t know why anyone ever bothered inventing the shower."
They stayed that way until the water began to get cold, then they dried each other and went into the bedroom, where they started over, this time with Stone on top.
Sarah lifted her legs and put her ankles on Stone"s shoulders. "Now," she said, "all the way in."
Stone gave her everything. They lasted longer this time, changing positions, trying this and that-every orifice, every erotic pressure point, until in one final, earth-rocking spasm, they gave in to the climax, both crying out.
From down the hall, Stone heard Dino"s voice.
"Can you two hold it down a little? A guy could get h.o.r.n.y."
"Want me to go take care of that?" Sarah asked Stone from his shoulder.
"Remember Mary Ann," Stone said. "She"d track you down and kill you. Never underestimate a Sicilian woman."
"Good point," Sarah said, and they fell asleep.