New York Dead (Stone Barrington 1)
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“I’ll owe you one.”
They paused outside the restaurant.
“One forty-five, Sunday, at the church?” Dino said. “You got the address?”
“I’ve got it.”
“Tuxedo. I’ll pick up the rental.”
“I own one.”
“We’re coming up in the world, aren’t we?”
“I’ve actually used it a couple of times. A firm party, that sort of thing.”
“I’ll see if I can have something for you on the letter by then. Otherwise, it’ll have to wait till after the honeymoon.”
“Where you going?”
“Vegas – where else?”
“Sounds great. I’ll see you Sunday.”
“You ever been to an Italian wedding?”
“No.”
“You got an experience coming.”
Dino turned out to be right.
Chapter 41
Frank Woodman was at his desk, dictating something into a recorder, but, when he saw Stone at the door, he waved him in. “How are you, Stone?” he said, pointing at a chair.
Stone sat down. “I’m fine, Frank. There’s something I want to ask you about.”
“First,” Woodman said, “there’s something I want to say to you, and I’m sorry I didn’t seek you out and say it sooner. Stone, only Bill Eggers, Charlotte Harkness, and I have seen that tape, and I’m the only one who knows you knew Cary Hilliard. I want you to know that it won’t go any further than that.”
Stone nodded. He couldn’t think of anything to say.
“You did a fine job for us, and I’m sorry the result had to cause you pain.”
“Thank you, Frank.”
“Enough said about that. What can I do for you?”
“I was wondering if you have the effects of Sasha Nijinsky that the NYPD took.”
“They sent them back to me a couple of weeks ago. After going through them myself, I sent them to Sasha’s father.”
“I see.”
“Why? Did you want to see them again?”
“Yes, I wanted to get a look at her handwriting again.”
“Why?”