“And you went to just one?”
“Stone, you have no idea how boring those classes are.”
“Herbie, you have no idea how boring it is in a cell on Rikers Island.”
“Well, you’re not going to let that happen, are you? Lance said you’d make it all go away.”
“Herbie, back to the resisting arrest with violence: What did you do to the cop?”
“Well, we argued a li
ttle.”
“That’s not violence. What did you do to him?”
“It’s all pretty hazy. I might have kicked him.”
“Oh, Jesus. Kicked him where?”
“Maybe in the balls.”
Stone made a whimpering noise. “I have to finish dinner, Herbie. Call me in the morning.”
“I have to be in court in the morning.”
“You mean there’s another charge?”
“No, it’s the same one.”
“And your court appearance is tomorrow morning?”
“Yeah.”
“At what time?”
“Ten o’clock.”
“That’s just great, Herbie. I’ll meet you in the hallway outside the courtrooms at nine-thirty, and you’d better be there, sober and neatly dressed.”
“All right, I’ll be there,” Herbie said, sounding chastened.
Stone hung up.
“Where did Herbie kick the cop?” Dino asked.
“In the balls.”
Dino and Holly collapsed in laughter.
9
STONE GOT TO the courthouse at eight a.m. and went upstairs to the warren of cubicles and offices that housed the assistant district attorneys.
“Hey, Maria,” he said to the middle-aged Italian-American woman who ruled the front desk. “You’re looking beautiful today.”
“You’re so full of shit, Stone,” the woman replied sweetly. “What brings you downtown? Haven’t seen you since the Christmas party.” She waggled her eyebrows meaningfully.
Stone ignored the reference to the Christmas party. “A client has an appearance this morning. Can you tell me who caught his case?”