Stuart Woods - Below the Belt

Stone Barrington landed the CJ 3 Plus smoothly at Santa Fe Airport at midafternoon. Holly Barker sat next to him in the copilots seat. Very nice, she said.

Thank you, Stone replied, and taxied to the ramp, where a rental car was waiting for them. He transferred their luggage to the car, and Stone went inside and made arrangements for regular hangar space. Back in the car, he drove through the automatic gate.

Excited? Holly asked.

I guess so, yes.

If I had just bought a new house, sight unseen, Id be terrified.

Its not exactly sight unseen, he replied. Ive visited there a few times. It was owned by Ed Eagles wifes sister.

Are we going to have a bed to sleep in?

We are. I bought it substantially furnished.

What does that mean?

Were going to find out in about twenty minutes, he said, turning onto the Santa Fe bypass. Twenty minutes later they turned off the main highway at the Tesuque exit.

What street is it on?

This one Tesuque Village Road. They passed the Tesuque Village Market, and a quarter mile later, Stone turned into a drive and reached out his window to enter the gate code into the keypad. The gate slid silently open, and they drove up a fairly long drive and parked in front of the house.

From here it looks like every other house in Santa Fe, Holly said.

Its true, all Santa Fe houses look a little alike its the architectural style and the mock adobe finish. He unloaded their luggage, carried it to the front door, and saw that the key was in the lock, as promised. They entered a long hallway and found a large living room on their right. The big pictures that had hung over the fireplaces at either end were gone. Otherwise, things seemed as he remembered them.

He gave Holly the tour of the kitchen, dining room, and his study, then led her to the master suite and showed her her bath and dressing room, where he left her luggage, then he took her into the bedroom. Look, he said, a bed to sleep in.

Now? Holly asked mischievously.

Later. Unpack. He found his own bath and dressing room and unpacked his things, and they met in the study for drinks.

Thank God she left liquor, Holly said, sipping her bourbon.

They had hardly sat down in the comfortable leather chairs when the phone rang. I expect thats for the previous owner, Stone said, but Id better answer it. He pressed the speaker button. Hello?

Mr. Stone Barrington? a womans voice asked.

Yes.

This is the White House operator. Will you accept a call from President Lee?

Which President Lee? he asked.

I beg your pardon, the former President.

Of course.

Stone?

Will, how are you?

Very well, thank you. Hows the new house?

I moved in half an hour ago. How the hell did you find me here?

Didnt you know? The White House operators can find anybody.

Hows the other President Lee?

Thriving.

And William Henry the Fifth?

Rambunctious. I wanted to invite you to something in Santa Fe tomorrow evening a fund-raiser, actually, but never mind that. Its dinner at the home of friends, followed by an evening at the Santa Fe Opera La Bohme.

Sounds wonderful, wed love to.

Oh, yes, and give Holly my best.

Thank you, Mr. President, Holly said. Youre the only person at the White House who will talk to me.

Im not talking to you, Im talking to Stone. We all have orders from the commander in chief not to speak to you.

Holly sighed. Yes, I know. President Kate Lee had told her to take two weeks off and not to call the office, just to have fun. She had gone to New York to see Stone, but then he had bought the house and they had flown west to see it.

Wed love to come, Stone said. Its my favorite opera.

Its everybodys favorite opera, Will replied. And you and I will have to find a private moment during the evening. Theres something I need to talk to you about.

Ill look forward to it, Stone said.

Six oclock for drinks, followed by dinner. The opera begins at nine sundown.

See you then, Stone said, then hung up.

Im annoyed, Holly said. The White House will talk to you, but not to me.

Thats because Kate knows you well enough to know that given an inch of access, youd take a mile. It would be as though you werent on vacation at all.

Im unaccustomed to vacations, Holly replied. She was the national security advisor to the President and, as such, chaired the National Security Council. And theres no telling what those people are screwing up in my absence. Ill probably return to find that the nation is at war.

Remember, you chose many of those people. Theyre perfectly capable of running the council in your absence.

Thats not what a girl wants to hear, she said moodily.

I think what you need is another drink, Stone said, picking up the bottle and refreshing her glass.

Youre a mind reader. She took a gulp. Im hungry.

Thats because its two hours later in New York. Let me see what I can find. He went into the kitchen and found the refrigerator well stocked and returned with some cheese, crackers, and salami.

Thats better, Holly said. What are we doing for dinner?

Well go up to the Market. Its a grocery, a restaurant, a pizzeria, a bakery, and, not least, a bar.

Everything we need for survival, she said.

Stone saw an envelope on his chairside table, addressed to him, and he opened it and read it aloud.

Dear Stone,

Welcome to your new home! Everything you see in the house is now yours. My L.A. house is already furnished, so all I took with me were my clothes and a few pictures. Youll have fun shopping for replacements. Ive attached a list of numbers for the best restaurants, the maid and cook, the gardener, a handyman, and others you might need. By the way, the hot tub is set to 100 degrees. Feel free to call for advice, and enjoy yourself!

That was sweet of her, Holly said. I like the sound of the hot tub.

Then lets go find it, Stone said. Bring your drink.

Stone and Holly found the house with his rental-car GPS; it was big, set into a hillside, and had quite a lot of guest parking. He found a spot and they walked toward the front door. A figure stepped out of the darkness: Mr. Barrington?

Yes.

The man showed him a badge. Secret Service. May I see some ID, please?

Stone showed him his New York drivers license.

Got anything federal-issued?

Stone showed him his pilots license.

This way, please. Just you, not the lady.

Holly, will you go ahead inside? Ill join you shortly.

Holly climbed the steps, rang the bell, and was admitted. The agent led Stone to a large black SUV and rapped on the window. The door opened, and he motioned for Stone to get in.

Evening, Stone, Will Lee said, putting aside his New York Times. How are you? The agent closed the door, and the only sound Stone could hear was the air-conditioning.

Very well, Will.

Forgive me for ambushing you, but once were inside, everyone will be watching.

Whats up?

Will turned his body more toward Stone. I want to tell you a story, some of which youll already know about.

All right.

Would you like a drink? We have Knob Creek.

Sure, thanks.

Will opened a compartment in front of them and extracted two glasses, some ice, and a bottle of the bourbon and poured them both one. Happier days, Will said.

Are these not happy ones? Stone asked, taking a swig.

Think of this as the first day of the election season, Will said, though we have a long way to go. The election season is never happy, just frenetic, and often depressing.

I suppose youre right. Whats the story?

It begins on a December day in Washington more than ten years ago. We were flying down to Georgia for Christmas, so we left our house in Georgetown and drove up to Silver Spring Airport, where we kept our airplane, at that time a new Piper Mirage. As I was doing my preflight, a marine helicopter set down next to us, and a young officer got out and told me that the vice president would like us to join him and his wife for breakfast at Camp David.