Worst Fears Realized (Stone Barrington 5)

Half an hour later Stone was backing the car out of the garage, when he noticed a black van parked across the street.

“What are you looking at?” Sarah asked, turning so she could see out the rear window.

“A van I haven’t seen before in the block.”

“What about it?”

“The feds are famous for using vans for stakeouts and electronic surveillance, and that one has a couple of extra antennas.”

“I’ll bet it’s some of Dino’s people,” she said.

“Could be; the feds don’t have a monopoly on vans.” He turned downtown on Second Avenue.

“Stone, after tonight, I don’t want any more cops around. Anderson is all right, but that guy Kelly gives me a serious case of the willies. I’m sick of him.”

“Don’t worry about cops; after tonight, Dino has to pull his people off, anyway. He can’t justify it to the department any longer.”

“I’m beginning to think these murders and attacks are just a string of coincidences.”

“Maybe you’re right,” Stone replied, “but in my experience, when you get too many coincidences, it’s called fate.”

“Now you’re giving me the willies!”

“I’m sorry, but this is a serious business, and I don’t want you to start letting your guard down. Not until we’ve located this guy Mitteldorfer and done something about him.”

“But he’s been in prison for all these years; how could it have been him?”

“I don’t know, but both Dino and I have the very strong feeling that it is him. I didn’t tell you this, but a friend of Mitteldorfer, a woman who corresponded with him in prison, was murdered a couple of days ago.”

“So, he would get out of prison and, right away, murder a woman who would write to him? Why would he do that?”

“I don’t know, but it’s one more coincidence, isn’t it?”

She was quiet for a minute. “Stone, is there any reason in the world why the two of us couldn’t go to England tomorrow? I mean, after the opening tonight, my obligations to the Bergman Gallery are finished; there’s nothing to keep me here. How about you?”

“I don’t like to run off and leave Dino with this thing hanging over him.”

“What thing? Nothing has happened for a while, now. Take some time off.”

Stone thought about it. “Open the glove compartment; there’s an address book inside.”

She did as he asked.

“Look up the number for the American Express Platinum Travel Service. Call them on the car phone; book us two first-class seats to London tomorrow morning.”

She grabbed the phone. “You bet I will!”

Stone felt as if a burden had been lifted from him. She was right; he needed to get away. He found a garage on Broadway, and they walked around the corner to the ABC Furniture store. During the next two hours, they bought a bed, sheets and towels, a sofa, two chairs, some rugs, lamps, a dining table, and occasional furniture. Stone had everything shipped to Connecticut for delivery after the closing on the house, with a note for the driver to call at the Klemm Real Estate office for the key. Then they found a housewares store and bought pots and pans, silverware, a coffeepot, dishes, glasses, and everything else they could think of.

When they went back to the garage for the car, Stone noticed a black van parked across the street. It was not the same one that had been outside his house.

“You’re getting black-van fever, aren’t you?” Sarah asked, as they drove away.

“I’m not making them up, am I?”

“Just don’t make too much of them. The world is full of black vans.”

“You’re right,” Stone said, taking a deep breath and letting it out. “Tomorrow we’re out of this city, and when we come back we’ll have a house and a lot of furnishings waiting for us in Connecticut. I’d better call Bob Eggers and arrange to have the closing papers for the house sent to England. Where will we be?”