“There’s a lady waiting for you at the lift.”
Stone and Dino walked to the elevator, where Carpenter was waiting for them, the door open. He introduced Dino.
Once in the elevator, Carpenter inserted a key into a lock and turned it. “This will get us to the lower level,” she said.
Stone watched her on the way down; she really was very attractive, in her muted way. The lift doors opened, and Carpenter led them down a hallway, past the kitchens, and out a rear door. There were three identical gray vans waiting outside, and the porter was loading their luggage into the middle one.
Mason appeared from behind them. “Give me Hedger’s phone,” he said.
Stone took the phone from an inside pocket and handed it to him.
Mason looked around him, then spotted a truck unloading seafood for the hotel. He tossed the phone over the crates of fish into the rear of the truck. “There,” he said. “That will keep your tail busy. Get into the center van.”
Stone and Dino climbed into the rear seat with Carpenter, while Mason got into the front.
“We’ll wait until the fish lorry goes,” he said.
As if on command, the truck started up and moved out of the mews, then turned right at the street.
“Wait,” Mason said. “Let them register the move.” He glanced at his watch. Two minutes passed, then Mason said, “Now; turn left at the end.”
The three vans moved out.
“Why do I feel like a load of laundry?” Dino asked.
“This would be your policeman friend?” Mason asked.
“Yes,” Stone said. “This is Lieutenant Dino Bacchetti, of the New York Police Department.”
“Enchanted,” Mason drawled, without turning around.
“Yeah, me too,” Dino said.
The three vans drove into Grosvenor Square and at the next corner, each went in a different direction, none of them toward James’s house.
“The house is in Chester Street, off Belgrave Square,” Stone reminded Mason.
“I know, old chap,” Mason said. “We’re just going to lead any possible tail on a merry chase before we turn for home. I’ve visited the house, actually. James Cutler and I were at Eton together a couple of hundred years ago. He was a good chap, and I’m grateful to you for what you tried to do for him.” He paused. “I’m not so sure about this Miss Sarah Buckminster.”
Dino dug Stone in the ribs.
46
THEY ARRIVED AT THE CHESTER STREET house, and the van’s driver set Stone’s and Dino’s luggage on the sidewalk.
“We won’t come in,” Mason said. He handed Stone a tiny cellphone, its charger, and an extra battery. “If anyone asks, you rented this through the concierge at the Connaught.” He handed Stone an index card with a list of numbers written on it. “These are my and Carpenter’s cellphone numbers,” he said. “If there’s no answer, you’ll have an opportunity to leave a message, and one of us will get back to you quickly. I suggest you memorize them and destroy the card. Your number is there, too.”
“All right,” Stone said, pocketing the phone and the card.
“Tomorrow morning, call Lance Cabot and tell him you’ve arranged with your broker to have the quarter of a million transferred at a moment’s notice, pending Cabot’s satisfying you with the details of the transaction. When he tells you, I suggest you be somewhat less scrupulous than you’ve been so far; don’t be shocked at what the goods turn out to be or to whom they’re to be sold. The more of a buccaneer you seem to be, the more Cabot will be interested in doing business with you. Meantime, we’ll be doing a complete background check on Cabot, Ali, and Sheila.”
“Sounds good,” Stone said.
“Don’t leave the house without telling me, and on a few minutes’ notice, I can provide any transportation you may need. From now on, I want your only tail to be my people.”
“Thank you,” Stone said. He and Dino got out of the van, and it drove away. They trudged up the steps with their luggage and rang the bell.
Sarah answered and threw herself at Dino. “How are you, darling?” she asked. “And how’s Mary Ann?”