“And this is Sergeant McElhenny.”
“Sergeant,” she said. “Now will someone tell me what is going on?”
“It’s bad, I’m afraid,” Stone said. “The man I told you about has shot a police officer and your desk man, Dan, downstairs. The police are searching the park for him now.”
“Dan? That sweet man?”
“Yes, I’m sorry.”
Sarah’s knees seemed to go weak, and she collapsed onto a sofa. Stone sat beside her. “Listen to me,” he said. “We’ve got to get you out of here right now. I want you to pack your bags as quickly as possible, and we’ll get Dino to drive us to my house.”
“But why do I have to leave here?” she asked. “Surely I’m not in any danger.”
“This is all my fault, and I apologize. I told you that this man is hurting people close to Dino and me. I’m afraid you’re at risk, now; he knows where you live.”
Dino spoke up. “Stone is right, Sarah; we’ve got to get you out of here. Is there a garage in this building?”
“Yes,” she said. “The entrance is around the corner.” She pointed downtown.
“I’ll pull my car in there and pick up you and Stone.”
“Ask the doorman for a card that opens the garage door,” she said. She seemed quite calm.
“I’ll be down there in ten minutes,” Dino said. “I just want to make sure everything’s being handled in the lobby. McElhenny, you and your man stick with them until I can get them in the car.”
“Yessir, Lieutenant,” the sergeant replied.
Sarah stood up. “I’ll get packed,” she said, then went back upstairs.
Stone went up to help her with her bags.
“I’ll just take a few things,” Sarah said, throwing clothes into a bag. “I can come back for the rest later.”
“I don’t want you to come back here until this guy has been caught,” Stone said. “Bring everything.”
Ten minutes later, they were stepping out of the elevator into the garage, the uniforms ahead of them, weapons drawn. Dino stood by his car, the trunk open. They stowed Sarah’s luggage, and a moment later were headed down to Turtle Bay.
“At least we know he’s not watching the house now,” Dino said. “He’ll still be in the park, if they haven’t already caught him.”
“I hope you’re right,” Stone said.
15
T HEY FELL EXHAUSTED INTO BED AND went immediately to sleep. Stone hadn’t felt terribly affectionate after the events of the evening, and he assumed Sarah hadn’t either. Then, sometime before dawn, he began having an erotic dream about Sarah. He was very nearly at climax when he realized that he wasn’t asleep, and that it wasn’t a dream. He opened his eyes. Sarah’s honey brown hair spilled over his belly; he was in her mouth, and his hand was stroking her buttocks.
“No, not yet,” he said, pulling her into his arms. “There’ll be nothing left for you.”
“I want a lot left for me,” she whispered, kissing him and pulling him on top of her. Stone tried to restore some calm to his body while kissing her breasts, but soon it was obvious that he could wait no longer. They came together, noisily, in less than a minute, then collapsed facing each other. She snuggled into his arms, mixing her sweat with his.
“You are so American,” she said.
“How so?”
“You’re noisy, like me. Englishmen never talk in bed, never say anything sexy.”
“Wham, bam, thank you, ma’am?”
“Just wham, bam.”