Unnatural Acts (Stone Barrington 23)
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“Then leave him to the tender mercies of his bookie. After a couple of large men have beaten him to a pulp, he may take a different view of things.”
To Stone’s discomfort, Marshall Brennan began to cry.
Eggers comforted him while Stone waited quietly for him to continue.
Finally, Brennan was able to speak. “I don’t think I can confront my son in that fashion.”
“Then have someone else confront him.”
“Do you have someone in mind?” Eggers asked, obviously hoping that Stone would volunteer.
“I think Herbert Fisher would be well suited to the task,” Stone replied.
“Who is Herbert Fisher?” Brennan asked.
“He’s a young attorney with Woodman and Weld,” Stone replied. “He has a history of such problems in his own past, from which he has recovered.”
“He’s one of the firm’s outstanding associates,” Eggers added.
Brennan took a deep breath and let it out. “All right,” he said. “Do it.”
“Do what?” Stone asked.
“Exactly what you just said. Have your young man deal with it: pay the bookie, recommend a treatment facility, and confront Dink.”
Stone took a jotter and a pen from his pocket and handed them to Brennan. “His full name, address at Yale, cell and phone numbers. And a list of his bank accounts and credit cards. And the name of the bookie/loan shark.”
Brennan wrote it all down. “There’s a briefcase under the table with two hundred thousand dollars in it.” He handed Stone a business card. “Call me on the cell number if you need any further information.” Then Marshall Brennan got up and left.
Eggers produced a cell phone and pressed a button. “Herbert Fisher, please. It’s Eggers. Hello, Herbie? You’re invited to lunch downstairs, my table, now.” He closed the phone. “Do you need me here for this?”
“Yes,” Stone said. “I want Herbie to know this comes from you, and anyway, you haven’t eaten yet.”
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Herbie Fisher arrived just as his lunch did. “Good afternoon, gentlemen,” he said as he sat down.
“We ordered for you,” Eggers said.
Stone reflected that Herbie dressed better these days than many of the partners at Woodman amp; Weld, and that he had grown up a lot in other ways, helped along by his recent, newfound lottery wealth.
“What are you working on?” Eggers asked him.
“Whatever the partner throws my way,” Herbie replied, “and she’s thrown me a very mixed bag.”
“Tell her that you’re going to be dealing with the problem of one of my clients for a few days,” Eggers said.
“Yessir.”
“We’ve chosen you for this assignment,” Eggers said, “because, among the partners and associates, you are uniquely qualified to handle it.”
Herbie shoved a bite of Dover sole into his mouth. “I think that means the client’s problem has, shall we say, unsavory aspects.”
“You are correct,” Eggers said. “Not that we feel there’s anything unsavory about you, Herbie, just that you have experience with the kind of people who are a big part of the problem.”
“I understand, I think.”
“Stone, explain things to Herbie.”