Daisy took up a position in front of him and bared her teeth, making a low growling noise.
“You keep that dog away from me!” Trini hollered.
“Behave yourself, or I’ll show you how she’s been trained to eat genitals,” Holly said. She turned to the two men. “Gentlemen, our business is concluded. Please thank Vito for me, and give him my very best.”
They bade her good night, got into the truck, and drove away.
“Now,” she said to Trini, “you’re under arrest. We’re going to pretend that I read you your rights, and I hope that, between here and the cell that’s waiting for you, you’ll give me an
excuse to set the dog on you and shoot you in the head. Now turn around and march.”
Trini turned around and marched.
Ten minutes later, Trini was secured and logged in. “He’s being arraigned tomorrow morning,” she said to the duty officer who had helped her. “The paperwork is all done. Put him down for some breakfast.”
Trini looked at her sullenly through the bars. “I’m gonna get you,” he said.
“Trini,” she replied, “you’re all through getting people, and you’ve just spent your last day on earth as a free man. All the rest of your days, which are numbered, you’ll be looking at the world through bars, right up until the moment they put the needle in your arm.”
On the way home, Holly stopped at a FedEx box and dropped her package into it.
“Now let’s go home and get some dinner,” she said to Daisy.
Daisy made a little noise in anticipation. She knew what “dinner” meant.
Holly drove home with a wonderful sense of satisfaction. Now her only worry was what to do about Lance Cabot’s offer of work. In her head, just for fun, she began composing a letter of resignation to the city council of Orchid Beach.
60
STONE WAS SITTING at his desk when Joan came in with a Federal Express package.
“This just came for you,” she said. “You want me to open it?”
“I’ll do it,” Stone said, glancing at the return address on the label. He ripped open the package and dumped the contents onto his desk as his secretary watched.
“Holy shit,” Joan said, uncharacteristically.
Stone picked up the note among the bundles of cash. “ ‘For services rendered,’ ” he read aloud.
“Those must have been some services,” Joan said.
Stone laughed.
“What’s so funny?”
“I never thought she’d use the cash,” he said.
“Who?”
“Holly Barker. Log this in, put it in the safe, and include the taxes in the next quarterly payment to the IRS.”
“Yes, boss,” Joan said, sweeping the money back into the envelope. She left his office.
Stone took out a sheet of his stationery and began writing.
Payment received. I don’t know what you’ve decided to do about Lance’s offer of work (and of assistance with foreign banking), but I hope your decision brings you back this way soon. It would be fun to know you without the burden of chasing somebody else. Best to Ham, Ginny, and Daisy.
Fondly,