“Pablo, give me a hint where you’d like to meet.”
“All right. Litchfield County, Connecticut.”
“Good. I have a house there, and that’s where we’ll meet.”
“All right.”
Stone gave him the address of his house.
“I know a house called The Rocks. Is that it?”
“Next door, much smaller house; used to be the gatehouse for The Rocks.”
“What time?”
“I have to drive up from New York. Noon?”
“All right.”
“Pablo, are you armed?”
“Yes.”
“Don’t shoot at anybody.”
“You arrive first, then the others.”
“That’s good. Now, give me your cell number.”
“There’s no point. That area is a dead zone for cells.”
Stone sighed. “See you at noon tomorrow.” They both hung up.
“You’re going up to Connecticut?” Willa asked.
“Yes. Would you like to come?”
“Yes,” she replied.
Stone called Mike Freeman.
“Freeman.”
“It’s Stone. Pablo called, and we c
an meet him at noon tomorrow at my house in Washington, Connecticut.”
“Good. Where is it?”
Stone gave him the address. “He wants me to arrive first, then the others. I suggest you have all four of your cars wait at the filling station in Washington Depot.”
“All right,” Mike said. “By the way, Lance has provided us with a safe house. It’s on Lake Waramaug, in Litchfield County. Do you know it?”
“Yes. Is it Lance’s brother’s house?”
“That’s right. Do you know him?”
“He was a client for a while.”