Stuart Woods - Cold Paradise (Stone Barrington Novels)

Cold Paradise

Stuart Woods

Elaines late.

Stone Barrington finished his osso buco as Elaine wandered over fromanother table and sat down.

So? she asked.

So?' What kind of question is that?

It means, 'tell me everything.'"

Stone looked up to see Dino struggling to shut the front door behindhim. Dino was his former partner, now a lieutenant, head of thedetective squad at the 19th Precinct.

Dino came over, sloughing off a heavy topcoat. Jesus, he said,hanging up his coat, muffler and hat. Theres already six inches ofsnow out there, and theres at least thirty knots of wind.

How are we going to get home? Stone wondered aloud.

Dont worry, my drivers out there now, putting the chains on thecar. Dino now rated a car and driver from the NYPD.

Stone shook his head. Poor bastard. Its tough enough being a copwithout drawing you for a boss.

What do you mean? Dino demanded, offended. The kids getting aneducation working for me. They dont teach this stuff at the academy.

What, how to put chains on a lieutenants car?

All he has to do is watch me, and he learns.

Stone rolled his eyes, but let this pass. They drank their champagnein silence for a moment.

So? Dino asked, finally.

Thats what I just asked him, Elaine said.

So, Im back. Stone had returned from an extended stay in LA a fewdays before.

I knew that, Dino said. So?

Cant either of you speak in complete sentences?

So, Dino said, hows Mrs. Barrington?

Dino, Stone said, if youre going to start calling her that, Imgoing to start carrying a gun.

I heard, Elaine said.

Im not surprised, Stone replied. Dino has a big mouth.

So, how is she? Dino demanded.

I talked to Eduardo today, Stone said. Her shrink doesnt want meto see her. Not for a while.

Thats convenient, Dino said.

You bet it is, Stone agreed.

You feeling guilty, Stone? Elaine asked.

Sure he is, Dino said. If he had just taken my advice

Mine, too, Elaine echoed.

All right, all right, Stone said. If I had only taken youradvice.

Arrington is for you, Elaine said.

Arrington isnt exactly speaking to me, Stone said.

What does that mean?

It means that if I call her, shes civil, but if I try to reasonwith her, she excuses herself and hangs up.

Hows the boy? Dino asked.

Peters fine.

Does he know who his father is yet?

Look, Dino, I dont know who his father is. It could just as wellhave been Vance as me. Not even Arrington knows. Nobody will, until wedo the DNA testing.

And when does that happen?

Arrington wont discuss it.

Keep after her.

I dont know if its worth it, Stone said wearily. Im not sureit would make any difference.

Give her time, Dino said. Shell come around.

Youre a font of wisdom, Dino. Know any other relationship cliches?

Every eligible man in the country is going to be after her, Elainesaid.

What? Stone asked.

Shes Vance Calders widow, dummy, and as such, shes very, veryrich. Not to mention gorgeous. Youd better get your ass down toVirginia and win her back.

She knows where to find me, Stone said.

Elaine rolled her eyes.

Another blast of frigid air blew into the room as the front dooropened again.

Its your pal Eggers, Dino said, nodding toward the door.

Bill Eggers came over to the table. He didnt unbutton his coat.Hi, Elaine, hi, Dino, he said, then he turned to Stone. Ive beencalling you all evening. I should have known Id find you here. BillEggers was the managing partner of Woodman & Weld, the extremelyprestigious law firm with which Stone was associated, in a very quietway.

My home away from home, Stone said. Whats up?

Ive got a client in the car that you have to see tomorrow morning.

Bring him in. Ill buy him a drink.

He wont come in.

Who is he?

No names, for the moment.

You have secrets from us, Bill? Elaine asked.

You bet I do, Eggers replied. Ten oclock sharp, Stone?

Ten oclock is fine; sharp depends on the snow. Your office?

Penthouse One, at the Four Seasons. He doesnt want to be seen withyou.

Tell him to go fuck himself, Stone said.

Stone, Eggers said, get this thing done and get it done right,and you could end up a rich man.

Ten oclock, sharp, Stone said.

Stone left his house in Turtle Bay early. Eighteen inches of snowhad fallen the night before, and the city was a mess. Cabs were few,and he would have to hoof it to 57th Street and the Four Seasons Hotel.

He was clad in a sheepskin coat, cashmere-lined gloves, a soft, felthat and rubber boots over his shoes. The sidewalks on his block had notbeen cleared, but the street had been plowed, and he walked up themiddle of it all the way to Park Avenue, unmolested by any traffic. Thecity was peculiarly quiet, the silence punctuated only by theoccasional blast of a taxis horn and, twice, the sound of car strikingcar. He made it to the Four Seasons ten minutes early.

It was said to be the most expensive hotel in the city, a soaring,very modern skyscraper set on the broad, crosstown street betweenMadison and Park. A gust of wind propelled him into the lobby, and hewas immediately too warm. He found a checkroom and unburdened himselfof his outer clothing, and shortly, the elevator deposited him on ahigh floor. He rang the bell beside the double doors and, immediately,a uniformed butler opened the door.

Yes, sir?

My name is Barrington. Im expected.

Of course, sir, please come in.

Stone was ushered through a foyer into a huge living room with aspectacular view of the city looking south, or what would have been aspectacular view if not for the clouds enveloping the tops of thetaller buildings.

Bill Eggers came off a sofa by the windows and shook his hand. Sitdown, he said, and let me brief you.

Stone sat down, and immediately he heard another mans voice comingfrom an adjoining room through an open door. Bill? the voice said.Come on in.

Eggers stood up. Im sorry, he said to Stone, but theres notime. Just listen a lot and follow my lead. Say yes to anything hesays.

Not if he propositions me, Stone said, but Eggers was alreadyleading the way into the next room. Stone followed, and a very tall,very slender man in his mid-thirties came around a desk and shookEggerss hand. How are you, Bill?

Very well, Thad, Eggers replied. Let me introduce a colleague ofmine. This is Stone Barrington. Stone, this is Thad Shames.

How do you do? Stone said, shaking the mans hand. He knew justenough about him to know who he was, but no more than that. Softwarecame into the equation and multimillions. Stone didnt follow financeor business very closely.

Good to meet you, Stone, Shames said. Bill says you can solve myproblem?

Stone glanced at Eggers. Yes, he said, more confidently than hefelt. Shames was dressed in a nicely cut dark suit, but his shirtseemed to have been laundered but not pressed. His tie was loose, andthe button-down collars tips were not buttoned. Shames waved them bothto a pair of facing sofas and, as he sat down and crossed his legs,revealed that he was also wearing a battered pair of suede Mephistos,a French athletic shoe. His blond, nearly pink hair was curly andtousled and had not been cut for months. He was clean-shaven, but Stonedoubted that he could raise a beard.

Ive got a press conference at the Waldorf in an hour, Shamessaid, so Ill make this as quick as I can.

Stone and Eggers nodded automatically, like mechanical birds.

Ive met this spectacular woman, Shames said, then waited for areaction.

Good, Eggers replied.

Yes, Stone said.

I think Im in love.

The two lawyers nodded gravely.