Shoot First(Stone Barrington #45)(21)
This condo was promising: around four thousand square feet on two floors, high up, if not quite the penthouse. The views were up and down Park Avenue, west to the park and east to the river. It was the show apartment for the building and was, thus, nicely furnished.
“What do you think?” he asked Veronica.
“I think it meets our current standards,” she replied. “We can always move up later.” Gino haggled for the furnishings, then signed a sales contract. “When can we move in?” he asked the salesman.
“The minute your check clears,” the man said.
Gino wrote a nine-million-dollar check, signed it, and handed it over. “Walk this to your bank and get it cleared,” he said. “We’ll wait here.”
“I should mention that there are no linens included—sheets and towels—if you’re planning to sleep here tonight.”
Veronica spoke up. “While you’re clearing the check, I’ll run over to Bloomingdale’s and stock up. Do we need pots and pans, too?”
“Yes, and small appliances—toaster, coffeemaker.”
“Bloomie’s has it all.” She rode down in the elevator with the salesman.
“Is his check really going to clear?” he asked her.
“You bet your ass it is,” she replied. “He’s an impatient man, so be quick about it.”
He introduced her to the man on the desk and the doorman, then shook her hand and hailed a cab. Veronica got into their rented Mercedes and headed for Fifty-ninth and Lex.
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GINO STROLLED around the apartment, taking another look at it. There was a nice study with bookcases filled with some books-by-the-yard; they each had a dressing room and bath; he liked the mattress. Home, sweet home.
Half an hour later, the agent walked in, handed him the ownership documents, the rules of the building, and a fistful of keys. “Nice doing business with you, Mr. Bellini,” he said, and got out of there.
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VERONICA GOT hold of a personal shopper at Bloomingdale’s and roamed the store while the shopper made lists of her purchases. When she couldn’t think of anything else to buy, she wrote a check for her goods, extracted a promise of immediate delivery, and left for their hotel, where she quickly packed their bags and checked out.
Back at her new building, she asked the concierge to find her a housekeeper, then went upstairs, where she found Gino, opening boxes from Bloomie’s.
“Everything go okay?” she asked him.
He tossed her a set of keys. “We’re in business, babe, and Miss Meg will soon be out of business.”
16
Stone had awakened that morning and discovered two dogs in bed with them. He moved them gently off, so as not to wake Meg, then ordered breakfast from Helene. Shortly the dumbwaiter chimed, and he woke Meg with a kiss on the ear.
“What’s that I smell?” she asked.
“Homemade sausages,” he replied, “and scrambled eggs, orange juice, muffins, and coffee.” He switched on the morning news shows.
“You’re an information freak, aren’t you?” she asked.
“You betcha. I have to know what’s going on. Shall I tell you how your day is going to work?”
“Please do.”
“Fred is yours for the day. Let me explain about him. He’s British, but he came to me from a French friend who gave me a year of him. Within the first week I had hired him permanently.”
“What’s his background?”
“Military. He was a regimental sergeant-major in the Royal Marines, and after retirement did some security work. He’s a lot tougher than his size and appearance would indicate, and absolutely fearless.”
“Can I borrow a gun from you? I’d feel better carrying it.”
“Do you have a New York City license to carry a concealed weapon?”
“Of course not.”
“Then you may not have a gun. Unlicensed possession in this city carries a prison sentence. Fred, however, is licensed, and a crack shot into the bargain, and the Bentley is very nicely armored.”
“Why do you have an armored car?” she asked.
“I bought my first one from a Mercedes dealer who had ordered it built for a client who needed it sooner than he had planned. It was arranged for me to buy it from his widow. I was in an awful accident with it, and the armor saved my life. Strategic Services sold me the Bentley—they have a division that armors vehicles.”
“They’re the ones who provided security for us in Key West?”
“Correct, and they will discreetly follow your car and accompany you in and out of shops, or wherever else you want to go. They are also armed, and they have photographs of Gino Bellini.” He handed her a business card. “If you want to look at apartments or houses, call Margo Goodale, who will set that up for you.”
“Sounds like I’ll have a full day,” Meg said.
“Feel free to make calls from any phone in the house. If you need secretarial services, see Joan—she’s the very best at what she does.”
“If I find an apartment I like, what’s the procedure?”
“You sign an offer and give Margo some earnest money. Condos are the easiest to buy quickly. Co-ops require a lengthy application process, sight of your tax returns, and a personal interview with the board. It can take two or three months, but I may be able to help hurry the process along, depending on the building, and of course, you already have living quarters here, if you’re comfortable with that.”