“It would seem so, but let’s wait until everything is concluded before feeling relief. Your portion of the mission would seem to be complete, though, unless there’s something else you agreed to with Lance that hasn’t been done.”
“No, our mission was to pick up the cargo in Iraq, the extractee at a specified location, and deliver them to Stewart International.”
“Well, I’ll handle the final delivery of Pablo part, except for the car.”
“The stuff on TV has been hilarious,” Mike said. “I’ve had trouble keeping a straight face when talking to Lance.”
“Hang on to that straight face, Mike; Lance is not amused.”
“Will do.”
“By the way, I had a call from Stephanie Gunn Fisher, and she mentioned that you had withdrawn your funds from the Gunn company.”
“Yes, and it’s safe elsewhere. Did you take your money out?”
“I never put it in, fortunately.”
“I’m relieved to have ours out. What’s going to happen there?”
“Who knows? They seem to have come through their audit in good shape, though.”
“Talk to you later,” Mike said, and hung up.
Joan buzzed him. “Dino is holding on two.”
Stone pushed the button. “Hey, Dino.”
“It was fun last night watching you and Eggers go at it.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.”
“Something you said struck me.”
“What was that?”
“When he asked you who you were going out with.”
“Well, yeah.”
“First time I’ve ever known you to be without at least one woman on the available list.”
“It’s certainly a dry spell,” Stone admitted.
“You want a date tonight?”
“You mean with somebody besides you?”
“I’ve been seeing this assistant DA lately.”
“You sly dog; you never said a word.”
“Her name’s Doris Trent.”
“Sounds like an old soap opera.”
“Maybe, but she’s pretty nice.”
“Are you offering me your girl, Dino?”