Dirty Work (Stone Barrington 9)

Stone shrugged. “Like you said, it’s a war; what’s to understand?”

She stood up. “I have to go.” She gave Dino a hug, then turned to Stone.

“I don’t feel like kissing you,” she said.

“Then don’t.”

“Call me when you’re in London?”

“After you’ve retired.”

She gave him a little wave, then left.

They were quiet for a while, sipping their drinks, then Dino finally spoke. “You were too hard on her.”

“Was I?”

“We all have our dirty work to do—Carpenter, me, and you.”

Stone downed the rest of his bourbon and signaled a waiter for another. “I think you’d better order a police car to take me home tonight.”

“It’s waiting outside,” Dino said.

THE END