Worst Fears Realized (Stone Barrington 5)

“You remember that guy Deacon you pointed out to me at Martin Brougham’s house?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, he rang my doorbell at the crack of dawn this morning.”

“What did he want?”

“I don’t know; I told him to get stuffed.”

“Must be something about the Susan Bean killing.”

“If so, he’s a little slow on the uptake, isn’t he?”

“Yeah.”

“Has he called you?”

“No.”

“I think I’ll just refer him to the precinct.”

“No need to piss him off unnecessarily, Stone.”

“Why not? He’s pissed me off. You and I never pounded on people’s doors at seven o’clock in the morning, did we?”

“Not unless we were arresting them. He’ll probably come back with a SWAT team. By the way, Martin Brougham is the new chief deputy DA.”

“I hadn’t heard.”

“It’s being announced this afternoon. Rumor is, the old man is going to retire and is giving Brougham a head start on the election.”

“I’ll believe that when I see it,” Stone said. “Only death will get the old man out of office. Maybe not even that.”

“You want some dinner tonight?”

“Let me call you later in the day. Do you still have people on me?”

“I’ve got two cars on your block right now; one of them doesn’t look like a cop car,” Dino said. “If you’re followed, that one will follow the follower.”

“Thanks, Dino,” Stone said. “I appreciate that. I don’t want to get Sarah hurt. Can you have one of them stick with her for a few days?”

“Sure. After all, he seems to be going after people close to us, not you and me. I’ll have Anderson and Kelly stick with her.”

“Thanks.”

“I gotta go. Call me later about dinner.”

“Will do.” Stone got up and dragged himself into a shower, while Sarah slept on. He shaved, got dressed, and went down to the kitchen. He made himself some coffee, toasted a bagel, and opened the Times. It was too soon for them to report the events of the night before, but there were accurate, if incomplete articles on the killings of Susan Bean and his neighbor, Miranda Hirsch. There were obituaries on both, as well.

The doorbell rang, and Stone punched the intercom. “Yes?”

“This is Thomas Deacon. Is it late enough for you now?”

“Walk around the railing to my office entrance,” Stone said. “I’ll meet you there.” He hung up, grabbed his coffee, and headed downstairs, wondering what the hell the man wanted.

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