“Oh, I don’t know, how about a federal grand jury indictment?”
“Indictment? For what?”
“Don’t you think that if she chose to put a couple of investigators on you she wouldn’t find something? You’re not exactly squeaky clean; you never have been.”
Doyle reddened. “I have nothing to fear from her.”
“No? Well, you’d better not screw up the Larsen part of the bust, because if you do she’ll come down on you like an Amazon goddess, and she’ll hand you your balls.”
Doyle pushed his chair back and stood up. “I can see I’m not going to get anywhere with you,” he said.
“Finally,” Stone said. “Now let me tell you how this bust is going to go down. Mitzi has set it up at the apartment, but you’re not going to have anybody in the building except me.”
“Why the hell not?”
“Because Mitzi is borrowing the place from a friend of mine, and her neighbors would not take kindly to having a SWAT team in their lobby and elevators. And you can’t grab him when he comes out of the building, either. You’ll have to put four cars on him and wait until he’s well away from there.”
“At his place? Why?”
“Probably not at his place.”
“Then where?”
“If you want Sharpe and Larsen together, you’d better do it at Teterboro Airport, because they’re ready to run.”
Doyle shook his head. “I don’t want to pull any Jersey cops in on this.”
“Then you’d better have some FBI there, hadn’t you?”
“That’s what I want to talk to Tiffany about,” Doyle said. “I don’t want them there. This is our bust.”
“It’s yours because Tiffany allowed you to do it, and she said so in the presence of the commissioner,” Stone said. “So you’d better not fuck it up, and that means having a federal presence there.”
“I hate the FBI,” Doyle said sullenly.
“What cop doesn’t?” Stone asked. “You think you’ve got a monopoly?”
“I don’t want to ask her for help.”
“She’s waiting for you to do just that, and if you don’t, then this case is going to fall on you from a great height.”
Doyle thought this over. “Teterboro, huh?”
“That’s where Sharpe and Larsen have chartered in the past,” Stone said, “but you’d better have enough people to cover Westchester Airport if they decide to go there instead.”
“Yo
u think they might do that?”
“If they have the slightest inkling that you’re on to them, they could do anything.”
“How many people do you think we’ll need?”
“An army,” Stone replied. “Go put it together, and ask Tiffany for help.”
Doyle got up and left, muttering under his breath.
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