Who was on the phone?” Kelli Keane asked.
“Just an acquaintance.”
“Why did you say you were at Annabel’s?”
Hamish smiled. “Because she’s in L.A., and if she knew I was here, well . . .”
“She would be displacing me in bed?”
Hamish turned toward her and took her in his arms. “No chance of that at all,” he said.
—
Kate came back and handed Holly her phone. “Thank you. I’ve had Langley track Hamish’s phone, and it puts him in Berkeley Square, London.”
—
Hamish went into the bathroom, taking his phone with him. He pressed a speed dial button, and the phone took a moment to connect.
“Yes?”
“It is I. Where are you parked?”
“Just outside Annabel’s.”
“Wait one hour, then go back to my address and park the car outside the house.”
“It will be done.”
Hamish flushed the toilet, then went back into the bedroom. “Where were we?” he asked, jumping into bed.
46
Stone took his plate and went to sit by Dino. Viv was in deep conversation with Immi Gotham a few yards away.
“I’m sorry I haven’t seen much of you the past couple of days,” Stone said.
“Not your fault, pal. I’ve been pretty busy myself.”
“And I don’t blame you a bit,” Stone said. “Viv is a knockout.”
“Okay, so what the fuck is going on around here? What have you and Mike and that Secret Service dick been up to?”
“You got something against the Secret Service?”
“I’ve got something against all feds,” Dino replied. “Every time I’ve tried to work with them I’ve gotten fucked.”
“Well, there is that.”
“You didn’t answer my question,” Dino pointed out.
“Would you believe me if I told you you wouldn’t want to know?”
“Half of what I know I didn’t want to know.”
“You probably noticed a lot of security around here—I mean, more than when we arrived.”
“Yeah, I noticed.”