Wild Card (Stone Barrington #49)(59)

“Aye, aye, sir,” Stone replied sleepily. “I expect the folks at H. Thomas are scrambling to deny everything before the story can harm its acquisition.”

“Hang on,” Dino said, “I’ve got a call coming in from Ken Burrows’s cell phone. I’ll make it a conference call, so you shut up.” He tapped in a code to join the three lines.

“Dino,” Burrows said, “did you have something to do with this story in the Times?”

“What story, Ken? I haven’t seen the Times yet.”

“The story that you told me, which is now all over the paper.”

“Oh, that story. This may come as a surprise to you, Ken, but I don’t write for the Times, nor do I edit the paper.” Dino made noise with the newspaper. “Ah, here it is. Give me a minute to read it.”

“Hurry up,” Burrows said.

Dino waited a moment. “Ah, it does seem to be the story I told you about. Remember, Ken, you had it first. In fact, on the inside page it says that I went to see you with the story, but that you did nothing. I can’t deny that, can I?”

Burrows hung up without another word.

“I believe Ken is pissed off,” Stone said.

“I agree, and I think that’s wonderful,” Dino said.

“The good thing about this,” Stone said, “is that now the Thomases can’t kill any of us.”

“Not for a while, anyway,” Dino agreed.

“Well, it’s going to be interesting to see what happens to their merger, isn’t it?”

“It sure is,” Dino said, “and you’d better hope it goes off without a hitch and makes them a ton of money. That ought to buy you a year or two of good health.”

“I feel better already,” Stone said. “My heart has stopped making that funny noise.”

“Now let’s see what Ken Burrows has to say to the media,” Dino said. “Talk to you later.”

Stone turned on the TV to CNBC and watched for a few minutes. It gave him a warm, fuzzy feeling inside.





46


Rance Damien went to his desk, found the throwaway cell phone he used for these purposes, and called a number. All he got was a single beep. “You know who this is,” he said. “All the picnics we discussed are canceled, because of rain. Confirm at once.” He sent a text to the same effect.



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? ? ?

Elise Grant was asleep after a fitful night when her mother, Elena, shook her awake.

“Wake up, baby!” she shouted. “We’re off the hook.”

The telephone rang, and Elise picked it up. “What?”

“It’s Stone. The story has hit the New York Times, and as a result, we’re all safe again. They wouldn’t dare make a move against any of us now.”

“Thank you, Stone,” she said, then hung up. “Mother, why did you wake me up?”

“We’re off the hook!” Elena repeated, holding up the front page of the Times and pointing at the story.

Elise read the whole story before responding. “We’re off the hook,” she said finally.

“I just told you that!” her mother yelled. “Now get up and get some clothes on. I want to have breakfast at the Plaza Hotel, then go to Bloomingdale’s!”

Elise sat up on the edge of the bed. Something about that sentence didn’t work. “We can’t go to the Plaza or to Bloomingdale’s,” she said.

“Why not?” her mother demanded.

“Because I don’t have a job anymore. I can’t afford it.”

“Well, I can afford it,” Elena said. “It’s autumn. You need some new clothes. Shake your ass!”

Elise shook her ass.



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? ? ?

Joan knocked at Stone’s door.

Something was wrong, Stone thought. Joan never bothered to knock unless she was about to try something on. “Come in,” he said.

“I want to talk to you,” Joan said.

“Oh, God. What is it now?”

“Just a little talk.”

“A stand-up talk or a sit-down talk?”

“That depends on how hard you are to deal with.”

“Didn’t I just give you a raise?”

“Yes, and a very generous one.”

“Well, what else would I be hard to deal with about?”

“I want to hire an assistant,” Joan said.

“Have a seat.” He looked at her closely to see if this was a joke. “Now, what are you talking about?”

“I want to hire an assistant.”

“That’s what I thought you said.”

“Then my message is clear?”

“All right, give me the whole spiel,” Stone said. “I know you’ve been rehearsing it.”

“I want to hire Elise Grant. She’s as smart as a whip and nice to be around. I’m getting on, and it’s going to take years to train somebody to replace me, so we’d better start now. We have two empty offices next to mine; we can put the files in the small office and give her the larger one. We can get her for ten percent more than the Thomases were paying her, and that’s a bargain. This way I can take a vacation without you going nuts. That’s it. Oh, and in a way, you got her fired from H. Thomas, so you owe her a job.”