D.C. Dead (Stone Barrington 22)
“WELL, THAT WAS USEFUL,” Dino said.
“Sarcasm doesn’t become you, Dino.”
“What are we doing here?” Dino asked. “Every time somebody asks us what we want, I don’t know what to tell them.”
“Let’s go find Milly Hart,” Stone said.
20
DINO STARTED THE CAR. “OKAY, TELL ME WHERE MILLY HART lives.”
“I don’t know where she lives,” Stone replied.
“Why do you think I know where she lives?”
Stone got out his cell phone and called Fair Sutherlin’s direct line. Her secretary put him through.
“Good afternoon, Stone. Did you have a nice lunch with the president?”
“Very nice, thank you.”
“You mean you enjoyed the food?”
“He gave us lobster salad,” Stone said. “What’s not to enjoy?”
“Wait until Kate hears about this.”
“Oh, he had Kate’s diet lunch, while Dino and I gorged ourselves.”
“I see. I’m looking forward to seeing you tomorrow night. By the way, it’s not black tie.”
“I’m relieved to hear that, since I didn’t bring a dinner jacket.”
“What else can I do for you?” she asked, a leer in her voice.
“I’ve heard that the White House operators can find anybody.”
“That is perfectly so.”
“Would you kindly ask them to find the address of a woman named Milly Hart? With a y?”
“And who is Milly Hart with a y?”
“Someone Brixton Kendrick may have been having an affair with.”
There was a dead silence, for a slow count of about four. “Brix Kendrick was having an affair?”
“At least one, maybe two.”
“Good God! Who was the other one?”
“I’m going to tell you only because I know our reports cross your desk anyway. The other one, confirmed, is Muffy Brandon.”
“Holy shit!” Fair said. “How do you know this?”
“It’s Washington. Also, she admitted it to us ten minutes ago.”
“Does the president know?”