Collateral Damage (Stone Barrington 25)

“Yes, ma’am,” Scotty said. “I have the address.” She stepped out into the hallway for a moment, then came back with an agent.

“Mr. Barrington,” the man said, “may we have a look at your home this afternoon?”

“Of course. My secretary, Joan Robertson, is there, and so is the housekeeper. I’ll let them know you’re coming.”

“I’ll be staying at the Carlyle tonight,” Kate said to the man. “Will you let them know?”

“You’re welcome to stay at my house,” Stone said.

“Thanks, but I’ve got clothes and stuff at the Carlyle. What time?”

“Drinks at seven?”

“Perfect.”

“Is there anybody you’d like to ask?”

“No, let’s keep it small, it’ll be more fun.”

Stone excused himself and stepped away, digging out his cell phone.

“Woodman & Weld,” Joan said.

“Hi, it’s me. Will you let Helene know we’ll be four for dinner this evening? Oh, and invite Mike Freeman. Drinks at seven. Adjust the numbers, if he’s bringing someone.”

“Of course. Do you want anything special?”

“Tell her to cook Greek. It’s what she loves most, and tell her our guest is the first lady.”

“Omigod! Are you sure you want her to know?”

“Maybe you’re right, we’ll surprise her, but you can tell Mike.”

“I think that’s best. What time?”

“Drinks at seven, in the garden. The Secret Service will be calling on you shortly, so give them a look around. Have them look at the garden, too. We can dine out there, if they approve.”

“Okay.”

“Any calls?”

“Nothing you’d want to hear about.”

Stone laughed. “Okay, you can deal with those.” He hung up.

“We’re all set,” he said to Kate.

“I’m sorry about all the Secret Service stuff. I know it’s a pain in the ass.”

“Not in the least. I’m happy to have the extra security in these troubled times.”

“Wait until you taste Helene’s cooking,” Holly said.

“I feel a weight gain coming on,” Kate replied.

Stone had Helene put a couple of extra chairs at the banquette in the big kitchen, and told her to use a linen tablecloth.

“Anybody I know coming, Mr. Stone?” Helene asked.