Cold Paradise (Stone Barrington 7)

“This is Frederick James.”

“Good morning, Mr. James,” Stone said loudly, so that Dino would get it. “I didn’t think I’d hear from you again.”

“I changed my mind. I want you to answer a question.”

“Go ahead.”

“How did you know that I know Paul Manning?”

“Let’s not be cute, Mr. James. I think you are Paul Manning.”

“Well, I’m not, but I’ve been in touch with him.”

“When?”

“Recently.”

“How recently?”

“Recently enough. I know about his past with Allison, and the business with the insurance company. Quite frankly, I know more about him than I want to know.”

“Don’t we all?”

“I got to thinking about what you said in your e-mail. Does Allison really want to buy him off?”

“Yes, she does.”

“For how much?”

“I don’t know that I can discuss that with you, since you claim not to be Paul Manning.”

“Tell me this, then. Why do you think I’ve been trying to get in touch with you?”

“You really don’t know?”

“No, I don’t, or I wouldn’t have asked you.”

“A man called my office several times and wouldn’t leave his name. I suspected it was Paul Manning. I managed to trace the call back to a Manhattan hotel, and you were the only guest whose name I recognized.”

“That’s pretty tenuous, isn’t it?”

“Is it? Wasn’t I right?”

“Actually, you may well be. Paul Manning was in my hotel suite a couple of times, and he made some phone calls.”

“Well, I’m glad you admit, at least, to being in the same room with Manning.”

“Have you ever met Manning, Mr. Barrington?”

“I got to know him rather well, but he was using another name at the time.”

“Listen to my voice. Does it sound like the voice of Paul Manning?”

Stone admitted to himself that it did not. “Manning’s is deeper,” he said.

“Exactly. I have rather a light voice, wouldn’t you say?”

“I suppose.”