Kisser (2010)

around.”
    “Getting you that license the way I got it is almost as difficult to deal with as a murder charge,” Stone said. “So for God’s sake, don’t shoot Dolce—or anybody else.”
    “I’ll try not to,” Joan said, and flounced out.
    “And don’t flounce!” Stone called after her.
    Joan buzzed again. “Bob Cantor on one.”
    “Hello, Bob, what’s up?”
    “I’ll tell you what’s down,” Bob said, “the spirits of the Leahy boys.”
    “What’s the problem?”
    “They’re bored stiff. They’re saying I promised they could shoot somebody, but there’s nobody there.”
    “Gee, I’m sorry they’re not being entertained by shooting people. You’d think they would be happy they’re not being shot at .”
    “What are you gonna do?”
    “All right, tell them to drop the surveillance on Carrie, and tell them to explain carefully to her that they think there’s no longer any danger.”
    “Oh, thank you!” Bob said with a faked sob. “Bye-bye.” He hung up.
    Stone tried to think of something to do.

42
    STONE WAS HAVING A SANDWICH in the kitchen when the phone rang. Joan was at lunch, so he picked it up. “Stone Barrington.”
    “It’s Tiffany Baldwin, Stone,” said the U.S. Attorney for the Southern District of New York.
    “Hello, Tiff,” he said warily. “I didn’t know you were speaking to me.”
    “Well, you made up for everything by sending me this very nice fax this morning.”
    How the hell did she know it came from him? “Which fax was that?”
    “The one about this character, Sig Larsen.”
    “Oh, that one.”
    “I know you sent it to the NYPD first, but when I got it, it still had your imprint at the top from your fax machine.”
    “Oh.”
    “This is a very interesting situation,” she said.
    “Is it?”
    “Yes, it’s the first I’ve heard of it.”
    “I thought the NYPD had mentioned Larsen’s name to you.”
    “Maybe to a minion, but it didn’t float up to my desk until your fax came in.”
    “I’m happy to be of help.”
    “Have you actually met this Larsen?”
    “Yes, I have.”
    “What did you think of him?”
    “A very slick con man, I thought.”
    “And he’s trying to fleece your client?”
    Stone didn’t want to pour out everything about Mitzi’s undercover work; he didn’t know if she had heard about that. “In a manner of speaking,” he said.
    “I assume it’s a she.”
    “I don’t know why you assume that, but she is a she.”
    “It’s always a she with you, isn’t it, Stone?”
    “Sig Larsen isn’t a she.”
    “And how did you happen across Mr. Larsen?”
    “I was looking into an associate of his for a client, when he turned up.”
    “And who is his associate?”
    “A so-called artist named Derek Sharpe.”
    “I’ve heard of him. Is he complicit in this scam?”
    “He introduced me to Larsen, and he was present when Larsen first mentioned this investment.”
    “You think Sharpe knows it’s a scam?”
    “Based on what I’ve seen and heard of him, I’m prepared to believe the worst about Mr. Sharpe.”
    “So, I should investigate them both?”
    “Tiff, I can’t tell you what to investigate; if you like Larsen and Sharpe, go get ’em. I’d be happy to see them both off the street for an extended period.”
    “You mean your client would be happy?”
    “Him, too.”
    “I thought it was a she.”
    “There’s a he and a she; I don’t believe they’ve met.”
    “Tell me about the she.”
    “She’s from the south, new in the city, wealthy, and Larsen and Sharpe must think she’s vulnerable.”
    “Is she?”
    “Not really.”
    “Then you’re giving her good advice.”
    “I try.”
    “What is her name?”
    “I can’t divulge that without her permission.”
    “Then get her permission.”
    “Next time I speak to her I’ll ask her if she’d like to be an undercover agent for the federal government.”
    “You can be smoother than that, Stone.”
    “I find that when someone wants to embroil my client in what might be a dangerous situation it’s better to be blunt about what’s wanted of her.”
    “All right, be blunt with her, but do it quick, all right?”
    “I’ll do my best.”
    “Dinner sometime, Stone? Without the cameras, I mean.”
    “Tiff, I tried to explain that the presence of cameras in my bedroom was unknown to me, but you wouldn’t listen.”
    “My investigation of the event confirmed your claim of innocence, if not total innocence.”
    “I’m relieved to hear