Hit List (Stone Barrington #53)(54)

“I don’t know. I suspect that he may be more afraid of Larkin than of prison. His nostrils flare every time Larkin is mentioned.”

Ed Eagle spoke up. “He’ll cave after it sinks into his skull that he’s facing the rest of his life in prison, if he is.”

“He may not be,” Dino said. “We have nothing to connect him to the earlier murders, and he’ll probably say that Larkin said he wanted to free his girlfriend, not murder her.”

“Come on, Dino,” Stone managed to say. “She was pointing a silenced pistol at me.”

“Let me put it this way,” Eagle said, “in court, I’d rather be the defense attorney than the assistant DA prosecuting.”

Dinner was served, and they didn’t mention Larkin again, for a while.





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Dinner passed quickly, with much conversation about everything but the matter hanging over them all. Then, Dino’s phone rang, and everyone got quiet.

“Bacchetti. Be right there.” Dino rose. “Please excuse me, one of my guys wants to see me at the door.” He left the room, and took the conviviality with him. Everybody just sat.

Dino came back and sat down. “A search team took Frances’s handbag apart and came up with these.” He placed a large, zippered plastic bag on the table.

“I see a passport and a wallet,” Stone said.

Dino held up a key on a chain. “You missed this,” he said. “It’s an apartment key—two keys, in fact, and we believe her driver’s license may have the correct address on it.”

“Have they searched the apartment yet?”

Dino shook his head. “I think somebody saw that as a gift to me.”

“Then let’s go,” Stone said. He and Eagle stood up; the women seemed to think they weren’t invited.

“Ed,” Dino said, “are you armed?”

“Courtesy of Stone,” Eagle said.

“Leave it here. I can’t go around the city with an out-of-stater who’s packing.”

Eagle thought about that.

“She’s not going to shoot you,” Dino said. “She’s dead.”

“Ah,” Eagle said and placed Stone’s pistol on the table.

“We’ll take my car,” Dino said. “It’s in Stone’s garage.”

They went down and got into the big SUV.

“May I see her wallet, please, Dino?”

“Sure,” Dino said, tossing it to him from the front seat. Keep everything in exactly the same order it’s in.” He gave the driver an address on East Sixty-sixth Street, and they pulled onto the street.

Stone switched on the overhead light and went carefully through each section of the wallet. There was everything a normal person would carry—driver’s license, a health insurance card, three credit cards, a Bloomingdale’s charge card. The last thing uncovered was a piece of paper, folded and pressed very flat from being stuffed into the wallet. “Listen to this,” Stone said, holding up a sheet of stationery.

    To whom it may concern,

In the event of my death or hospitalization from serious injury or heath issues, please contact Mrs. Terrence Bowers.



“There’s an address and phone number in Ames, Iowa,” Stone said, then he read on.

    On the reverse of this letter are the numbers of accounts at two banks in New York City, each of which has a substantial balance. Mrs. Bower will inherit these accounts, as per my will, which is in her possession. Please see that she knows about these accounts.



“It’s signed and notarized,” Stone said. “I think Frances understood that, if she stuck with Larkin, bad things might happen to her.”

“The hospital would certainly like to see that insurance card,” Dino said. “She was admitted an indigent.”

Stone returned everything to its original place in the wallet and handed it back to Dino. “Frances said Larkin liked the Upper East Side,” Stone said. “Dino, did any of your people talk to that real estate agent who had rented to him?”

“Yeah, and she’s promised to call us if she hears from him.”

They pulled up in front of the address Dino had given his driver.

“Everybody sit still for a minute, while I have a look around,” Dino said. He got out of the car and strolled up one side of the street and down the other, looking at everything, then he got back in. “Okay, here’s how it looks. It’s a building of only three stories, plus a basement, where there’s a light on—probably the super. The two upper floors are dark, as we might expect, since the lessee is deceased and her boyfriend is on the run.

“Dan,” Dino said to his driver. “You and one of the guys in the tail car talk to the super. Let him know that we’re in the building, and we don’t want to be disturbed, and find out everything he knows about Larkin and Frances.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Ed, Stone, let’s go climb some stairs.” They got out of the big SUV, went to the front door, and Dino opened it with one of the two keys on the chain. The lights on the stairway came on automatically, and Dino led the way up the steps. At the second floor, he used the other key to open the door. He felt for a light switch and found one. It turned on three lamps in the room. An interior staircase led up to another floor.