Worst Fears Realized (Stone Barrington 5)

“He wouldn’t take my phone call yesterday,” Eggers replied, “so, as far as I’m concerned, it’s the only way.”

“Whatever you say.”

“I had lunch with Eduardo Bianchi yesterday,” Eggers said, “and he asked a lot of questions about you.”

“Oh? What kind of questions?”

“The kind that might be construed as coming from a prospective father-in-law,” Eggers said.

Stone didn’t reply to that, but he felt a little queasy.

“He wanted to know about your upbringing and education; how you’re doing financially; what your prospects are.”

“And what did you tell him?”

“The truth, of course. He’s not the sort of man you lie to.”

“And how did he react?”

“It’s funny, but I’ve known Eduardo for a while, and I’ve never heard him express a favorable opinion of anyone until yesterday. Of course, he’s a very reserved man, and polite, and I’ve rarely heard him express an unfavorable opinion, either, but I have to say, I was surprised.”

“That someone would have a favorable opinion of me?”

Eggers laughed. “Not someone; Eduardo. He’s not easy to impress.”

Stone was about to inquire further about this conversation when a hubbub arose down the hallway, and he looked around to see Martin Brougham walking slowly down the hallway, surrounded by half a dozen reporters. As he approached, Eggers stood up; Stone remained seated.

“Good morning, Marty,” Eggers boomed, apparently oblivious to the press. He stuck out his hand, and Brougham was forced to shake it.

“Morning, Bill; if you’ll excuse me…”

“Marty, I heard that you were interested in subpoenaing Stone Barrington, so I’ve saved you the trouble and brought Stone down here for you to question before the grand jury,” He beckoned to Stone.

Stone stood up and offered his hand to Brougham. When the man took it, Stone hung on. “Good morning, Mr. Brougham,” he said, loudly enough for microphones to pick up. “I’ve come down here voluntarily to answer any questions you may have about my relationship with Susan Bean and my actions on the night she was murdered. Do you think you could take me first this morning?”

Brougham was flustered but tried not to show it. “I’ll, uh, see what I can do, Mr. Barrington,” he said. “And I appreciate your volunteering to testify.”

“I absolutely insist on testifying,” Stone said, still hanging on to the man’s hand. “You’ll remember that I told you some time ago that I’d be glad to cooperate in any way I can.”

“Yes, Yes,” Brougham said, wresting his hand from Stone’s grasp. “If you’ll just have a seat, Mr. Barrington, I’ll try to get to you soon.”

Eggers spoke up again. “Marty, could I speak to you privately for a moment? I have some information that might bear on this case, and I’d like to convey it to you before you convene the grand jury.”

“Sorry, Bill, I don’t have time right now; maybe later today.” He turned and started into the jury room.

“I did try to reach you by phone yesterday,” Eggers called after him. The door closed behind Brougham.

The reporters crowded around Eggers. “What information do you have for the DA, Mr. Eggers?” one of them asked.

“I think I’d better convey it to Mr. Brougham before I discuss it with you,” Eggers said to the man. “Please excuse me.” He sat down next to Stone. “He’s going to have to call you to testify, now,” he whispered. “If he doesn’t, the press will practically assassinate him.”

Stone sat quietly and waited. Other witnesses for the grand jury filed into the hallway and took seats. Stone exchanged greetings with a uniformed sergeant from the Nineteenth Precinct, Tim Ryan, whom he had known for years. As they were chatting, Stone’s cell phone rang. “Excuse me, Tim,” he said to the cop. He walked to the end of the corridor and took out the phone. “Hello?”

“It’s Dino.”

Stone could hear him grinning. “What’s up?”

“We went into Tom Deacon’s apartment an hour ago, and guess what we found?”