Stone Barrington 06-11

country. It was stupid, but it happens.”
    “This is wonderful,” Stone said, meaning it.
    “It gets better. A man answering the description—at least height and weight—knocked over three other branches within fifty miles of D.C. Two in Maryland and one more in Virginia. He was smart enough not to leave any prints on those jobs.”
    “What sort of money did he get?”
    “Between a hundred and a hundred and fifty thousand at each bank; never more than that. Still, he had to do some planning or have some inside information to get that much out of a walk-in-and-hand-the-teller-a-note job. Usually those bring more like twenty-five or thirty grand a pop, and the banks don’t even bother to prosecute if there was no violence involved.” Dino stopped and looked at Stone.
    “Why the smug little smile?”
    “Gee, I don’t know. I just have this warm fuzzy feeling inside.”
    “You’ve got the guy by the balls.”
    “You bet your sweet ass I have,” Stone said with satisfaction.
    “So what are you going to do?”
    “I’m going to get Liz and Manning divorced and see her and Thad married, then I’m going to call the FBI and sic them on Paul Manning, and I’m going to take the greatest pleasure in doing it.”
    “I hope it’s that easy, pal,” Dino replied.

50
    S TONE WAS WOKEN FROM A SOUND SLEEP BY THE PHONE next to his bed. He picked it up. “Hello,” he said, sleepily. He looked at the bedside clock. It was shortly after ten A.M.
    “Stone? It’s Fred Williamson. Can you have Mrs. Manning at the courthouse at three o’clock this afternoon?”
    “Why?”
    “We’ve got a hearing before Judge Coronado in his chambers at that time.”
    “Why does Mrs. Manning have to be there?”
    “This is an unusual situation, and the judge wants to talk to the couple face-to-face.”
    “But why? I thought we could do it with just their attorneys.”
    “He wants to know what the big rush is, I guess; whether these people are for real.”
    For real? Stone thought. They are definitely not for real. “Have you spoken to Ed Ginsky?”
    “Yes. He says he can have his client there.”
    “Well, okay,” Stone said. “We’ll be there.”
    “The judge is going to ask some questions, like how long have the Mannings lived in Florida. You know the answer to that one?”
    “I’ll have to ask Mrs. Manning.”
    “This whole petition is based on the fact that they’re Florida residents. Be sure you tell her that.”
    “All right. Have you told Ginsky about this?”
    “Yes. He says his client will bring proof of Florida residency. The judge is going to ask these people why they want a divorce, and there shouldn’t be any disagreement between them about that.”
    “You told Ginsky that, too?”
    “Yes.”
    “All right.”
    “I’ll see you at three o’clock in Judge Coronado’s chambers, which are behind courtroom A.”
    “Good, see you then.”
    Stone got dressed and found Liz and Thad having breakfast on deck. “Good news,” he said.
    “I’m always up for good news,” Thad said.
    “Liz, you’re getting divorced this afternoon.”
    “Wonderful!” she nearly shouted.
    “You and I have to appear in the chambers of a Judge Coronado this afternoon at three. Paul and his attorney will be there, too.”
    “I don’t want to do that,” she said.
    “I’m afraid you have no choice in the matter,” Stone said.
    “I won’t be in the same room with him.”
    “Look, this is not the first divorce this judge has heard. He’s accustomed to people who aren’t speaking to each other.”
    “Liz,” Thad said, “Stone has gone to a lot of trouble to get this thing resolved this week. This is only going to take a few minutes, right, Stone?”
    “That’s right. I shouldn’t think it would take more than half an hour, at the most.”
    “Oh, all right,” Liz said. “I don’t have to talk to him, do I?”
    “No, but you’ll have to talk. The judge will ask you both some questions, and be warned, he’s not going to like it if you argue about the answers. Just don’t disagree with Paul.”
    “That may be difficult,” she said.
    “Liz, this is the quickest, quietest way possible to get you out of this marriage. Just do what you have to do,” Thad said.
    “All right, darling,” she said, and put her hand on his.
    “Can I be there?” Thad asked. “Liz might feel better.”
    “Absolutely not,” Stone said. “You’re a very recognizable figure in Palm Beach, and I don’t want you anywhere