Unnatural Acts (Stone Barrington 23)

“This has to be negotiated properly.”

“She wanted six million, I offered her five, and she accepted. What’s improper about that? She used the words, ‘Tell Mark he’s got a deal,’ and wanted to know how fast we could close. I’m ready to close right now. How about you, Mr. Schwartz?”

The man sighed. “I can do it Friday morning at ten.”

“You’re on. I’ve already started the title search. You have our address?”

“Woodman and Weld? Yeah, I know where they are.”

“My office at ten. Goodbye.” Herbie hung up.

James Rutledge walked over. “This is fabulous space,” he said. “I can work wonde

rs with it.”

“You know a builder you trust?”

“Yes, and a good one.”

“Use this phone and hire him right now. I want him to go to work on Saturday morning, and he’s going to need a double crew to get at least part of this place in shape fast.”

“All right.” James got on the phone.

Half an hour later a group of six men walked in, and the apparent leader introduced himself. “I’m Walt Harris,” he said. “Mike Freeman sent me.”

“Good to meet you, Walt. I want you to secure this computer layout, then secure this floor of the building and the main entrance. Can you get it done today?”

“Can we work late?”

“As late as you like.”

“I can have it done by midnight,” Walt said.

“Don’t let me slow you down,” Herbie replied.

They were done at a quarter to midnight. Mark Hayes was still working at his computer, occasionally interrupted by James Rutledge showing him sketches.

Herbie walked over and stood by Mark’s desk. “All right, Mark, nobody can steal you blind now. Here are your new keys and your security system codes.” Herbie handed him a sheet of paper.

“Thanks, Herb.”

“We close on the building at ten Friday morning. I’m going to need you to transfer five million dollars to Woodman and Weld’s trust account the day before.”

“I’ll call my bank in the morning and have it done. Do I have to be there?”

“Yes. My office at ten.” Herbie gave him a card.

“See you then.” Mark went back to work.

“Do you ever sleep?” Herbie asked.

“Sometimes,” Mark replied.

Herbie chuckled to himself, then went outside and started looking for a cab.

16

While Herbie was transforming High Cotton Ideas and Mark Hayes into an actual business, Stone was shopping for groceries. He had received a call at four o’clock from Marla Rocker, telling him that the chaos was moderate, and she would join him at seven.