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Ralph Lauren sports store, on the west side of the street, at four o’clock today. I’ll be in a black Mercedes Six Hundred.” “Fine.”
    She hung up. “God,” she said aloud, “some of the people you have to
deal
with in this business!”
     
Chapter 33
     
    Dino showed up at the hospital as Stone was getting dressed to leave. “Where are
you
going?” he demanded.
    “Home. I can’t stand it here anymore.”
    “Are you nuts? You look rotten.”
    “I’m fine.” He didn’t really feel all that great, but he thought he would feel better in his own bed.
    “Has a doctor discharged you?”
    “Yes; I didn’t give him any choice. Can you give me a lift?” he asked, holding up his slippers. “I don’t have any shoes.”
    “Yeah, okay. At least I’ll know you didn’t pass out on the street.”
    The phone rang, and Stone picked it up.
    “It’s Arrington; how are you feeling today?”
    “Well enough to go home.”
    “Really?
    “Well, I ache all over, but apart from that, I’m fine.”
    “Want me to come get you?”
    “Dino’s giving me a lift.”
    “I’ll drop by to see you a little later; maybe feed you some chicken soup.”
    “Sounds good.”
    “See you.” She hung up.
    “That Arrington?” Dino asked.
    “Yep.”
    “Looks like you might have something good going there, pal.”
    “Maybe. Sometimes she gets a little crazy.”
    “Only sometimes? You’re a lucky man; I could tell you about crazy.”
    “You found an apartment yet?”
    “Yeah, and they’ve accepted our offer.”
    “How much?”
    Dino lowered his voice. “You ready for this? Seven hundred thou and change.”
    “
Seven hundred thousand?
”
    “And change.”
    “You have a very generous father-in-law.”
    Dino shook his head. “He just wants her to shut up about it, like me. He’d pay twice that, if she’d shut up about it.”
    “Where is the apartment?”
    “East Sixty-sixth, between Fifth and Madison.”
    “Uptown!”
    “Yeah. We’ve still got to go before the co-op board.”
    “Relax, they’ll be delighted to have a cop in the building. You might let drop that you can get the patrol frequency increased on the block.”
    “Good idea. I can do that, too; I’ll have a foot patrolman by there every hour.”
    “How are you going to dress?”
    “In a suit, I guess.”
    “Want me to loan you one?”
    “What’s the matter with my suits?” Dino demanded indignantly.
    “They’re probably a little too Italian for an East Side co-op board. A trip to Brooks Brothers or Ralph Lauren might be a good investment.”
    “I’ll think about it. When this board hears us talk, they might bounce us.”
    “Use your interrogation English.”
    “Huh?”
    “Talk to them the way you interrogate upscale witnesses.”
    “Oh, that. That could work, if I don’t let Mary Ann talk at all.”
    Stone laughed. “Come on, get me out of here.”
     
     
    Dino dropped him in front of the house, and Stone climbed the front steps more slowly than he’d planned. Helene met him at the door, fussing, and in five minutes she had him tucked in bed.
    “Don’t bring food,” Stone said. “There’s a lady coming whom you haven’t met yet, and she’ll want that privilege.”
    Helene went back to her work, chuckling.
    An hour later, Arrington showed up. He could hear her and Helene coming up the stairs together, laughing. When they came into the room, Arrington was carrying what looked like a large leather portfolio and a paper bag.
    “I take it you two have met,” Stone said.
    “Yes, we have,” Arrington said, handing the paper bag to Helene. “I stopped by the deli for soup; can you warm this up?”
    Helene went to the kitchenette and came back in five minutes with a large steaming mug.
    Arrington made him drink it. “Good for what ails you,” she said. When he had finished the soup, she opened the leather thing, which turned out to be a portable massage table. “A little gift,” she said.
    “Thanks very much,” he replied. “How does it work?”
    She took a sheet from the linen closet and spread it over the table. “Get out of that nightshirt, and hop up here; I’ll show you.” She retrieved a bottle of oil from her large purse.
    Stone climbed onto the table and stretched out, his face in an opening provided for breathing.
    Arrington started with his neck and shoulders. “You’ve got a very large bruise right here,” she said, poking the back of his neck. “Is that sore?”
    “You bet it is; go easy