Shoot First(Stone Barrington #45)(51)

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Stone had lunch at his desk and pretended to work, but he was depressed about how things had gone with both Dino and Meg. His iPhone chimed, and he looked to see who the e-mail was from. There was only one, and he opened it.


Dear Stone,

I’m so sorry for how things went last night and, especially, this morning. Dino was giving you a hard ride, and I made the mistake of climbing on board. Big mistake.

I want you to know how truly grateful I am for the way you have protected me over the past days. I would be dead if you hadn’t been there, and I would not have liked that. I enjoy your company so much—not to mention the sex—and I want to go on seeing you. Maybe you’ll be able to forgive me after a while, and we can meet for dinner. I’m at The Pierre, in a suite with a nice view of Central Park from a low floor. I’m going to start seeing apartments this morning with your friend Margo Goodale, who sounds very nice and very knowledgeable on the phone.

Again, I offer my sincere apologies for my behavior, and I hope you will accept them.

Stone read it a second time and melted a little. He wrote back that he would call her soon.



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A TEXT CAME from Dino. “Sorry about last night, pal,” he said. “Viv’s coming in late this afternoon, so you’ll have somebody to talk to over dinner. Can we meet at Rotisserie Georgette at 7:30? I’ll book. I’m buying, to make up for the hard time I gave you yesterday.”

Stone wrote back: “See you then, and as long as you’re buying, I’ll pick the wine.”



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EVERYBODY WAS on time for dinner, and the waiter knew to bring Stone’s bourbon and Dino’s scotch. Viv had a martini.

They clinked glasses. “I hear you’re talking only to me,” Viv said.

“It’s a relief, really,” Stone replied. “Your husband never shuts up, and it’s hard to get a word in edgewise.”

“Tell me about it,” Viv said. “Are you still mad at Meg?”

“No, she wrote me a very nice note today, and I’ve gotten over it.”

“Good,” Viv said, “because she’s right around the corner at The Pierre, and she’s joining us for dinner, and she says she has some very exciting news. Ah! Here she comes! What timing!”

Stone rose to greet Meg, who kissed him on the lips before she sat down. “May I have some of that bourbon you drink, please?” she said to Stone.

Stone ordered the Knob Creek and it arrived quickly. A small jazz group began to play up front.

“All right,” Viv said, “what’s this exciting news you have?”

“I found an apartment,” Meg said.

“What, on your first day of looking?”

“First day, first apartment I looked at.”

“Tell us about it,” Viv said.

“Well, to begin with it’s in your building.”

“Oh, I know the one—it’s two floors up from us. The old gentleman who lived there died a couple of weeks ago. His wife died last year.”

“Sounds like the one,” Meg said. “It wasn’t even on the market yet, but Margo got a tip from one of the doormen, and he let us in to see it. It has big rooms, and lots of them. The gentleman’s kids had cleared it of his personal things, but it’s available furnished. Not everything is to my liking, but there are a couple of beautiful Persian carpets that were left, and I’ll need some upholstering and a few pieces of furniture. It’s even got a grand piano! It will need painting throughout and new window treatments, but it’s fit to move into immediately.”

“Well,” Viv said, “maybe not immediately, exactly. Did Margo explain the application and board approval requirements? It took us nearly three months to get it done.”

“Margo and I spent the afternoon filling out the documents. My accountant is sending my tax returns, so all I need is some personal references and a meeting with the board.”

“We’d be delighted to give you a reference,” Viv said.

“As will I,” Stone echoed.

“As will Arthur Steele,” said Meg. “And the board meets next Monday. Margo says that half of the members are on Wall Street, so they’ll know who I am, and that will help.” She glanced at Stone. “I do need a lawyer to close the sale. Margo recommended somebody, but I’d rather have you, Stone.”

“I’ll get you the best real estate attorney at Woodman & Weld, and I’ll look over everything to be sure it’s right.”

“Margo took a contract over to the seller, who is the owner’s son. I made it easy for him by offering the asking price. She expects to get the contract back tomorrow, and if we get board approval, we can probably close by the end of next week.”

“You’re lucky the son didn’t want to move in, himself,” Dino said.

“He’d just bought a house in Westchester, and the place is too big for a pied-à-terre.”

They ordered dinner, and the women took the opportunity to go to the ladies’.

“I’ve got some news, too,” Dino said.

“Shoot.”

“We braced Stanislav Beria this afternoon, and, as expected, he clammed up and claimed diplomatic immunity.”