“Very little. I had a couple of hundred dollars in a dresser drawer; he passed up my jewelry, thank God.”
“That sounds strange.”
“Especially when you consider that my jewelry box was in plain sight on the dresser.”
“How’d he get into the building?”
“I don’t know; the doorman swears nobody got past him.”
“There’s that side entrance that you and I left by one night.”
“I guess that might be how, if he knew about it, and if he could get past the lock.”
“Is there something you’re not telling me about this break-in?” Stone asked.
“Sort of.”
“What do you mean, sort of?”
“I think Jonathan did it.”
“Why?”
“He’s been calling, and I’ve refused to talk to him. There’ve been some messages on my machine.”
“I want to hear the tape.”
“I’m sorry; I was so annoyed that I erased them immediately.”
“Anything threatening?”
“Not exactly.”
“What does that mean?”
“Well, I didn’t like his tone; it was… well, sort of proprietary.” She moved down to his chest and belly.
“I don’t think I like the sound of that.”
“Neither did I.”
“I think I should have a little talk with Jonathan.”
“I don’t want you two getting into fights over me.”
“I don’t get into fights.”
&
nbsp; “Jonathan does.”
“Trust me; I can handle this one.”
“Whatever you say, sir.” She giggled and stroked his penis, which was erect. “Is this the way you say howdy?”
“Can you think of a better way?”
“No, sir, I can’t,” she said, rubbing oil on it.