Stone Barrington 06-11

kitchens, and out a rear door. There were three identical gray vans waiting outside, and the porter was loading their luggage into the middle one.
    Mason appeared from behind them. “Give me Hedger’s phone,” he said.
    Stone took the phone from an inside pocket and handed it to him.

    Mason looked around him, then spotted a truck unloading seafood for the hotel. He tossed the phone over the crates of fish into the rear of the truck. “There,” he said. “That will keep your tail busy. Get into the center van.”
    Stone and Dino climbed into the rear seat with Carpenter, while Mason got into the front.
    “We’ll wait until the fish lorry goes,” he said.
    As if on command, the truck started up and moved out of the mews, then turned right at the street.
    “Wait,” Mason said. “Let them register the move.” He glanced at his watch. Two minutes passed, then Mason said, “Now; turn left at the end.”
    The three vans moved out.
    “Why do I feel like a load of laundry?” Dino asked.
    “This would be your policeman friend?” Mason asked.
    “Yes,” Stone said. “This is Lieutenant Dino Bacchetti, of the New York Police Department.”
    “Enchanted,” Mason drawled, without turning around.
    “Yeah, me too,” Dino said.
    The three vans drove into Grosvenor Square and at the next corner, each went in a different direction, none of them toward James’s house.
    “The house is in Chester Street, off Belgrave Square,” Stone reminded Mason.
    “I know, old chap,” Mason said. “We’re just going to lead any possible tail on a merry chase before we turn for home. I’ve visited the house, actually. James Cutler and I were at Eton together a couple of hundred years ago. He was a good chap, and I’m grateful to you for what you tried to do for him.” He paused. “I’m not so sure about this Miss Sarah Buckminster.”
    Dino dug Stone in the ribs.

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    THEY ARRIVED AT THE CHESTER STREET house, and the van’s driver set Stone’s and Dino’s luggage on the sidewalk.
    “We won’t come in,” Mason said. He handed Stone a tiny cellphone, its charger, and an extra battery. “If anyone asks, you rented this through the concierge at the Connaught.” He handed Stone an index card with a list of numbers written on it. “These are my and Carpenter’s cellphone numbers,” he said. “If there’s no answer, you’ll have an opportunity to leave a message, and one of us will get back to you quickly. I suggest you memorize them and destroy the card. Your number is there, too.”
    “All right,” Stone said, pocketing the phone and the card.
    “Tomorrow morning, call Lance Cabot and tell him you’ve arranged with your broker to have the quarter of a million transferred at a moment’s notice, pending Cabot’s satisfying you with the details of the transaction. When he tells you, I suggest you be somewhat less scrupulous than you’ve been so far; don’t be shocked at what the goods turn out to be or to whom they’re to be sold. The more of a buccaneer you seem to be, the more Cabot will be interested in doing business with you. Meantime, we’ll be doing a complete background check on Cabot, Ali, and Sheila.”
    “Sounds good,” Stone said.
    “Don’t leave the house without telling me, and on a few minutes’ notice, I can provide any transportation you may need. From now on, I want your only tail to be my people.”
    “Thank you,” Stone said. He and Dino got out of the van, and it drove away. They trudged up the steps with their luggage and rang the bell.
    Sarah answered and threw herself at Dino. “How are you, darling?” she asked. “And how’s Mary Ann?”
    “We’re all just great,” Dino said, beaming at her.
    “Come on in and get your things put away.” She led them up the stairs. “Dino, you’re in there, and Stone, you come with me.” She led him to a rear bedroom, obviously the master, and then she gave him a long and tantalizing kiss. “Get unpacked and come downstairs; dinner will be ready in fifteen minutes.”
    Stone hung up his clothes and put his toiletries in the bathroom, which was large and old, wall-to-wall marble.

    The three of them sat around the kitchen table eating lamb chops and drinking an outstanding claret from James’s cellar.
    “You won’t believe the wine that’s down there,” she said. “I don’t think that any lot of really fine wine passed through the business that James didn’t grab a case or two of for himself.”
    Stone looked at the