“Sort of.”
“Let me review them for you: Number one, we have to arrest Trini on the information you supply. Number two, the FBI has to sign off on it.”
“Yeah, but you’re going to write them a letter.”
“Herbie, as eloquent as I am on department stationery, not everybody does everything I ask them to. Especially the FBI.”
Herbie frowned. “I don’t think I like the sound of that.”
“Gee, I’m sorry,” Dino said.
“Can you find out where Vito lives?” Stone asked Dino.
“Yeah, sure, but Trini’s more likely to be at the grocery store than at Vito’s house. Those guys never bring business home to the family, especially business like Trini.”
Stone’s cell phone vibrated. “Hello?”
“Is this Stone Barrington?”
“Yes. Who’s this?”
“This is Vito. You remember me?”
“Vito! How could I ever forget?”
Vito chuckled. “Yeah, I guess you wouldn’t, in the circumstances.”
“Have you got a line on Rodriguez?” Stone asked.
“I think I might,” Vito said. “You want to meet me down at my place of business in the morning?”
“I have to wait until morning?”
“Well, I’m not going to be able to do anything for you until midday, at best, but if you want to spend the night in my basement . . .”
“No thanks, Vito, I’ve seen enough of your basement.”
“Okay. Come down tomorrow morning about eleven, and I’ll see what I can do. You remember the address?”
“Oh, yes.”
“See you then.” Vito hung up.
“Herbie,” Stone said, “I’m afraid there’s been a little hitch in getting you the reward.”
54
HERBIE FINALLY SEEMED to take a hint and left. Lance watched him walk out of Elaine’s. “You know, that is one of the densest human beings it has ever been my misfortune to meet.”
“I have to agree,” Stone said. “And he’s one of the most annoying, too.”
“Then why do you keep messing with him?” Dino asked.
“I don’t keep messing with him. He keeps messing with me.”
“You, too, Lance,” Dino said.
“I know, I know. He was there when I needed him for a photograph, and now I can’t get rid of him. He’s convinced that he’d be perfect for Agency operations.”