“East Eighty-first, near Lexington,” he said.
“Get somebody over there now. If no one answers, go in and call me back.” She hung up, shucked off her shoes, and paced the floor. It worried her that Ginger Harvey was real.
21
They finished their dinner quickly, and Stone went to the front desk. “The photographer who was here earlier,” he said to the woman. “Do you know where I can find him?”
“Why?” the woman asked. “Did he annoy you? He only started coming here last night, and I told him not to bug the guests unnecessarily.”
“No, nothing like that,” Stone said. “I just want to talk to him.”
“All I’ve got is a phone number,” she said, digging into a drawer and handing over a card. It was crudely printed and read “Herbie the Eye, Great Photography Quick.”
“Thanks,” Stone said. “Do you have a rental car available?”
“I’ve got a jeep,” she said, handing him the keys. “I’ll charge it to your room, Mr. Barrington.”
“Thanks so much.” Stone and Dino hurried to the car park, where they found a red jeep waiting.
“Your job is to remember how to get back here,” Stone said, starting the vehicle.
“Sure,” Dino said. “We’re just going to cruise?”
“We’re going to cruise hotels,” Stone replied. “Having lost us, I don’t think Herbie is going to pass up a buck, do you?”
“He doesn’t seem like the type.”
They drove through the warm night, stopped at every hotel they passed and cruised the parking lot. They found two yellow jeeps, but no Herbie. Stone tried Bob Cantor’s cell phone again.
“Yeah?” Cantor said.
“Bob? Where the hell have you been?”
“Who’s this?”
“It’s Stone. I’ve been trying to reach you.”
“I’ve been on a boat. We just got into Red Hook this evening.”
“Where’s Red Hook?”
“Out at the eastern end of the island. What’s up? Why have you been trying to reach me?”
“Have you heard from Herbie Fisher?”
“No, you’re my first call since I switched on my phone. Why would I hear from Herbie?”
“He’s jumped bail.”
“Jumped bail for what? Did you get the kid arrested? My sister will kill me when I get home.”
“I didn’t get him arrested. Herbie got himself arrested, and I’m trying to get him out of it. I bailed him out through Irving Newman, and he jumped a quarter-of-a-mil bail.”
“A quarter of a mil! What did the kid do?”
“I’ll tell you when I see you,” Stone said. “Where are you staying?”
“It’s my last night on the charter boat. I was planning to go home tomorrow.”