New York Dead

collect.”
    “Well, I’m not ready for you to publish just yet, but I am ready to start telling you what I know about the case.”
    “I’m delighted to hear it.”
    “How about lunch today?”
    “You’re on. Where?”
    “The Four Seasons at twelve thirty?”
    “Fine. Use my name; you’ll get a better table.”
    “There’s just one thing, Hi.”
    “What’s that?”
    “If I’m going to tell you all, you’re going to have to do the same.”
    “But I thought I already had, Stone.” Barker sounded wounded.
    “You held something back, Hi, something important, and today I want to know all about that.”
    “Hmmmm,” Barker said, “I wonder if you’re fishing.”
    “Today, I’m catching,” Stone replied. “See you at lunch.”
    He was fishing, indeed. He didn’t know what Barker was holding back, but he figured there must be something. Most people held back something.

    Stone arrived first, and Barker’s trip to their table was slowed as he stopped at half a dozen others to greet their occupants.
    “I love this place,” Barker sighed as he slid his bulk into a seat. “It’s just so…
perfect
.”
    “I’m glad I chose it,” Stone said. He ordered a bottle of wine.
    “All right,” Barker said when their lunch had come, “you first.”
    Stone began at the beginning and took Barker through his investigation of the Nijinsky case. He glossed over the business with Hank Morgan’s suicide to protect Dino, and Barker didn’t call him on it. When he had finished, Barker looked skeptical.
    “Then you’re still nowhere on this?”
    “Not quite nowhere,” Stone replied. “I have some new information.”
    “Tell me, dear boy.”
    “I’ve learned that Barron Harkness wasn’t on the airplane from Rome.”
    Barker’s eyebrows went up in delight. “And how did you learn that?”
    “I must protect my source.”
    “So now you’ll have him arrested?” Barker seemed thrilled at the prospect.
    “No. I can’t prove he wasn’t on the airplane. His ticket was used, so his name appears on the manifest.”
    “How about questioning the flight attendants? Surely, they would remember such a celebrity.”
    “Not necessarily. Months have passed. The flight attendants might testify that they don’t remember seeing him, but they couldn’t credibly swear that he was not on the plane.”
    “Hmmmm. I see your problem.”
    “There’s something else. Sasha gave Harkness two million dollars to invest, and he was having trouble returning it.”
    “Now
that’s
very interesting.”
    “Yes, but again, I can’t prove it. The money seems to have been laundered through a Cayman Islands bank, so there’s no paper trail. The only person who could testify to the transaction is Sasha, and she’s not available — at least, not yet.” “Not yet? You sound as if you think she might still be alive.”
    Stone took Barker through his terminal velocity theory.
    Barker looked doubtful. “That’s pretty farfetched, Stone. I think you’re grasping at straws.”
    Stone took the note and the invitation from his pocket and put them on the table.
    “Jesus H. Christ,” Barker said. He took out his glasses and examined the note carefully. “I’ve had a couple of letters from Sasha in the past, and that certainly looks like her handwriting.” “An expert says it almost certainly is,” Stone said. “What’s more, her fingerprints were on the note.”
    Barker forgot about his food. “
Her fingerprints
?”
    “I kid you not.”
    “Well, if Sasha is alive, and if you are having dinner with her on Saturday night, then you’ll soon have her testimony about Harkness.”
    “
If
she’s alive, and
if
the dinner isn’t some sort of elaborate hoax perpetrated by some demented Sasha fan. I can’t depend on that to nail Harkness. I need your help.”
    “I would be absolutely delighted,” Barker said, grinning. “Barron has never been one of my favorite people. What is it you want me to do?”
    “I want you to invite him to be your first guest on your new television show.”
    “And?”
    Stone told him.
    Barker chuckled as he listened. “I
love
it,” he said.
    “That’s even better than writing about it in
Vanity Fair
, isn’t it?” Stone asked.
    “Oh, I could do that, too,” Barker said, laughing. “Print
all
the details.” He laughed again. “You know, I’m going to see Barron this afternoon at a social event. I’ll corner him there and get him to agree to do the show. He’s never given