New York Dead

endearing quality in a world where overconfidence is a way of life.”
    “Let’s order,” Stone said, picking up a menu.
    “I think I’d like you for dinner,” Cary said.
    “Let’s start with a Caesar salad, and go on to the osso buco,” he said. “Then we can have each other for dessert.”
    “I always have room for dessert,” she said.

    And she did. Stone lay panting in the darkness when she had finished — spent, but still full of desire for her. He had never felt anything quite like it. He was in love with her, but he had been in love before. It was obsession, and that was foreign to him.
    She wrapped herself around him. “That was delicious,” she breathed, kissing him behind the ear. “I’ll want more soon.”
    “You’ll kill me,” he panted, “but I can deny you nothing.”
    “Don’t even try,” she said.

Chapter
24

    The meeting took place in the district attorney’s private conference room, but the DA himself didn’t attend. Al Hagler, the chief prosecutor, sat at the end of the table.
    Stone had the distinct feeling that this room had not been chosen just because it was available; Hagler believed in effect, and the venue added authority to his position. It was just as significant that the DA was not present, though his presence was felt. The proceedings, whatever they were, had his tacit support, but, this way, he could not be personally tainted by the outcome. It was interesting, too, that Deputy Commissioner Waldron was not in attendance, nor was Chief of Detectives Delgado. It was just Hagler, Leary, Dino, and Stone.
    “What have you most recently uncovered?” Hagler asked the room at large.
    Leary nodded at Dino.
    “There is no promissory note in Nijinsky’s files, although they seem complete in every other respect,” Dino said. “And Morgan has no gun permit, nor has she ever applied for one.”
    “Good,” Hagler said, looking pleased.
    “Why good?” Stone asked. “Just because there is no note in Nijinsky’s files doesn’t mean it never existed, and what does Morgan’s owning a pistol have to do with anything? Nijinsky wasn’t shot.” “How do you know that?” Leary asked.
    “I saw her,” Stone replied. “I didn’t see a bullet wound.”
    “She was covered in dirt, wasn’t she?”
    “Yes.”
    “And how long did you see her for?”
    “A few seconds.”
    “Hardly time for a postmortem,” Hagler chimed in.
    “I heard no gunshot either,” Stone said.
    “Whether Nijinsky was shot is not relevant to this meeting,” Hagler said.
    “Just what is the purpose of this meeting?” Stone asked.
    “I just wanted to hear from you and Detective Bacchetti before proceeding.”
    “Proceeding with what?”
    Hagler reached into an inside pocket and tossed a document onto the table.
    Stone picked it up. “A search warrant for Morgan’s apartment? What are we supposed to look for?”
    “Anything that might relate to the Nijinsky case,” Hagler said.
    “On what basis did you get the warrant?” Stone persisted.
    “The basis don’t matter to you,” Leary spoke up. “You just execute the warrant, you and Dino, right?”
    Stone shrugged. “Yes, sir.”
    “Detective Barrington has a physical at ten o’clock,” Dino said.
    Stone looked at him, surprised. “I can postpone,” he said.
    “No, no, that’s important,” Leary said. “You go on and get examined so we can get you restored to full duty.” He turned to Dino. “You pick up a uniformed team and conduct the search.”
    “I’ll send an assistant DA with you,” Hagler said. “I’d like one of my people on the spot.”
    “We won’t need you further, Barrington,” Leary said, looking at his watch. “You go see the doctor.”
    Stone looked around the table. Everyone seemed to be avoiding his gaze. “All right,” he said, standing up. “I’ll see you back at the precinct, Dino.”
    Dino nodded without looking at him.
    Stone took his leave feeling shunned, shut out. What was going on?

    The doctor took his time getting around to the knee. “Strip down to your shorts,” he said. He took Stone’s blood pressure, listened to his heart and lungs, looked into his ears, eyes, and mouth, checked his vision and hearing, and a nurse took blood and urine samples. Only then did the doctor turn his attention to the knee. “Swelling seems to be gone,” he said, feeling the joint in a gingerly fashion.
    “I hardly notice it anymore,” Stone replied, not quite truthfully.
    “Stand up and give