New York Dead

longer than he remembered. Stone’s mouth went dry.
    She took his hand and led him onto the floor; the band was playing something romantic and Italian; he followed her dumbly. They began to move together; she laid her head on his shoulder and kissed him on the neck.
    “God, but I’ve missed you,” she said.
    Stone was unable to say anything; he put his hand inside the coat and pulled her to him. The familiarity of those curves pressed against his body made him light-headed, and he lost himself in the music and the feel of her. Her cool hand was on the back of his neck, her fingers in his hair, her tongue played at his ear. The music continued — a medley — and she seemed to become more and more a part of him. Suddenly, she stopped dancing.
    “Come with me,” she said, tugging at his hand.
    He followed her across the dance floor, through the crowd, along a wall to a door. She opened it, looked in, then pulled him inside with her. They were in a small office — only a desk, a chair, and an old sofa. She closed the door and locked it.
    “Where have you—”
    “Shhhh,” she whispered, throwing the mink coat onto the sofa and snaking an arm around his neck. “Don’t say anything.” She was unzipping his trousers; in a moment, she had him in her hand.
    After that, things happened effortlessly. They were on the sofa, on the luxurious coat, his trousers around his knees, her legs around him. She wasn’t wearing underwear. They both gave themselves to the moment, made it last, then came with a roar of blood in the ears, her cries mixing with the music, loud through the thin walls.
    They lay limp in each other’s arms for a few minutes, then Cary found a toilet off the office, and Stone tried to make himself presentable again. She was a long time in the john, and, when she came out, Stone was reading the lab report.
    “What’s that?” she asked, putting a hand at the back of his neck and reading over his shoulder.
    Stone handed her the letter without comment.
    She read it, and her eyes went wide. “Sasha’s
alive
?” she asked, stunned.
    “It would seem so,” Stone said, reading the report. “An expert says it’s almost certainly her handwriting, and her fingerprints are on the letter.” He read on. “They were very clear, because she had olive oil on her fingers — extra virgin olive oil, according to this.” “It doesn’t seem possible,” she said, incredulously.
    “No, it doesn’t,” he replied. “Nevertheless…”
    She walked over to the sofa and retrieved her coat, seemingly lost in thought. “That means she’s going to be able to identify whoever pushed her off that balcony, doesn’t it?”
    “I hope so. I wonder why she hasn’t done it already.”
    Cary slipped into her coat and walked to the door, unlocking it.
    “You’re leaving? When can I see you?”
    “I’ll call you,” she said. “I’ve left my job, and I’m staying with a friend. Don’t worry, we’ll see each other. You’ll see me sooner than you think. Pay no attention to what you hear.”
    “What am I going to hear?” he asked.
    She ignored his question; her brow was furrowed. “There’s something I never told you,” she said. “I should have told you a long time ago.” She seemed to be wrestling with whether to tell him now.
    “What is it?”
    She looked at the floor. “Barron wasn’t on that airplane from Rome.”
    Stone stared at her. “But Dino saw him…”
    She looked up at him, then slipped through the door. “Dino didn’t do his job,” she said, then closed the door behind her, leaving him alone in the room.
    Stone went to the bathroom and splashed some cold water on his face, his mind racing. Then he rejoined the crowd and found Dino, who was making his way out of the party with Mary Ann. He could see the car outside, festooned with tin cans and old shoes.
    “Dino, when you went to the airport to meet Barron Harkness’s plane, did you actually see him get off?”
    “Stone, c’mon, okay?” He kissed an old lady on the lips.
    Stone managed to stay alongside him. “You didn’t actually
see
him, did you?”
    “I checked the manifest, all right? Hey, Cheech, how you doin’?”
    Stone bodily prevented a fat woman from squeezing between them. “Dino, you didn’t
see
him.”
    “Stone, I’m leaving on my honeymoon; gimme a major fucking break, will you?”
    Stone stopped moving, and the crowd surged past him. He watched Dino carried along by the crowd to the car, then he was