Dirt (Stone Barrington 2) - Page 55

“The truth; do you want me to do it?”

“I’d appreciate it.”

Stone went back into Eggers’s office and sat down. “Glynnis, I’m sorry, but I have an ethical conflict in representing you in this matter.”

Her hackles went up. “You’re working for Dick, aren’t you? Good God, you’ve been following me?”

“No, I have not been following you, nor have I been asked to. I’m representing Dick in another matter, and that creates a conflict for me; I hope you can understand that.”

She swiveled her head and looked out the window, saying nothing.

“Glynnis,” Eggers broke in, “this doesn’t mean that the firm can’t represent you, just that Stone can’t. He’s not employed by the firm; he is only of counsel. I promise you we’ll deal with this matter in a manner that will represent your interests to the highest possible degree. Stone, I think that will be all,” he said.

Stone made a brief good-bye and left the office.

He was barely back at his desk when his secretary buzzed him. “Tiffany Potts is on the phone.”

Stone punched the flashing button. “Hello?”

“Hi, remember me?” she asked cheerfully.

“Of course.”

“You said to call you if I thought somebody might be following me.”

“Yes.”

“Well, somebody is.”

“Where are you calling from?”

“My apartment.”

“Let’s not meet there.”

“How about the Oak Bar at the Plaza in an hour?” she asked.

Chapter 26

She got there first. When he entered the high-ceilinged, dark-paneled room she was sitting at a window table wearing a gorgeous fur coat, a Perrier before her, looking out the window. It was early yet, and except for the bartender and a waiter, the two of them were alone in the big room. Stone sat down.

She rewarded him with a broad smile. “How are you?”

“Very well; and you?”

“I’m just fine. Sorry to get you out on such short notice.”

“Not to worry; I’m at your beck and call.”

She liked that. “How nice.”

The waiter approached. “I’ll have one of the same,” Stone said, nodding at the Perrier. They made small talk until the drink came. “Now,” Stone said, “tell me about it.”

“I was at Bloomingdale’s yesterday afternoon when I saw him. I was browsing in several departments, and whenever I looked up, he was there.”

“What did he look like?” Stone asked.

“Tall.”

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