Dirt (Stone Barrington 2)

“Someone has been following her, and I’m checking it out.”

“Following her? Oh, God.”

“Exactly. And I have to tell you that someone is likely to be following you in very short order.”

“What do you know that I don’t know?”

“Your wife is considering divorce.”

“How do you know that when I don’t know that?” he demanded.

“I can’t go into that, but it’s a fact. For God’s sake, don’t let her know that you know; just play it out, and for the time being, don’t go anywhere near the young lady or her apartment.”

There was a groan from the other end of the phone.

“I know that’s tough, but it’ll be tougher still if you’re seen together. I’m going to send someone over to her apartment to find out if there’s any electronic surveillance in the building.”

“If there is, can you get rid of it?”

“If there is, I’m going to leave it in place. As long as we know it’s there, it can’t hurt, and it could be useful.”

“I’ve got to see her,” Hickock said, and he sounded pathetic.

“Please take my advice, and don’t. And it would be best if you didn’t talk on the cellular phone, either, unless you’re willing to be overheard. It’s not that tough to listen in.”

“How long is this going to last?”

“Until either your wife tells you she wants a divorce, or until you make up with her.”

“God. Listen, I appreciate this.”

“I know it’s going to be tough, but you could make a bad situation a lot worse.”

“I understand. Let me speak to her.”

Stone handed the phone to Tiffany.

“Hey, baby,” she said. “I’m so sorry. Yes, I know, I feel exactly the same way, but maybe our friend has a point.”

Stone drew a finger across his throat.

“He says we have to hang up. I hope I’ll see you before very long. Me, too.” She broke the connection and put the phone back into the pocket of the fur. “Well, I guess it’s just you and me,” she said.

“Oh, no, it isn’t,” Stone replied. “I don’t know if we’ve already been seen together, but if we are it will just complicate the situation. Now we’ve got two problems – the scandal sheet and Dick’s wife, and both are very dangerous for Dick.” He pushed the martini across the table. “I have to leave now. If you see the guy again, call me immediately, and I’ll see if I can have a word with him.” He scribbled a number on a card and handed it to her. “This is my cellular number; I don’t usually carry it around, but I’ll start.” She looked awful, and he felt sorry for her. “You going to be okay?” he asked.

“No,” she said, “but I guess there’s nothing to be done about it.” She took a key from her bag and pushed it across the table. “You’ll need this if you’re going to check out my apartment. Or for any other reason you’d like to use it.”

“I hope this won’t last too long.”

“You hope,” she said, and her eyes filled with tears.

“I’ll give you some advice,” he said, “and don’t tell Dick I said this to you. Get yourself a boyfriend, even if only temporarily. If Dick’s wife puts somebody on you, it’ll look a lot better. And,” he said, “you’ll have a lot more fun.”

She managed a small smile. “You know how a girl thinks,” she said.

I wish to God I did, he thought. He left some money on the table and left the girl sitting alone in the room, which was now beginning to fill with the noontime trade. He didn’t think she’d be alone for very long.

Chapter 27