“Listen, give this guy a hundred and fifty; he does good work.”
“Does all this mean anything to you?”
“Not a fucking thing.”
“So why do I have to give him an extra fifty?”
“Because he’s thorough.”
“As long as it’s your fifty.”
“I’m good for it. Don’t let Charlie fall off your computer screen,” Stone said. “I want to know where he goes next.”
“We’ll know until the batteries run out on the GPS unit,” Dino said. “He seems to be headed back to New York now.”
“Maybe you’d better send a man to change the batteries.”
“I’ll do that as soon as Charlie gets back to town.”
“By the way, what’s the name of the doctor that Eliza is marrying?”
“Edgar Kelman.”
“Thanks.”
“See you at the wedding?”
“Oh, shut up.” Stone buzzed Joan. “You’ve got a Tiffany catalogue, haven’t you?”
“Sure. A girl never knows when a friend will suddenly get remarried.”
“Can I borrow it for a minute?”
“I’ll bring it in.” Joan came in with the catalogue. “Anything else?”
“Hang on a minute.” Stone leafed through the catalogue. “Order this silver bowl, and have the initials EK engraved on it,” he said. “Then send it to Eliza at the hospital.”
“Eliza is getting married to a K?”
“She is.”
“I thought she was pretty much your girl.”
“She was, pretty much, until she decided to marry a doctor.”
“You might leave off the initials, in case she changes her mind.”
“That’s why I want the initials on it,” Stone said. “So she won’t be able to return it to Tiffany.”
“That’s mean,” Joan said.
“It is not. It just means that I fully accept her decision to marry a bloody doctor, something she said she’d never do.”
“And they talk about a woman scorned,” Joan said as she left Stone’s office.
Stone phoned Bill Eggers.
“Hello?”