Stone Barrington 06-11

right.”
    “Tell me you didn’t make this call on Harvey’s phone.”
    There was a brief silence. “Ah, we’re getting out.”

    Carpenter punched off. “Dunces! They called here on Harvey’s phone!”
    Mason groaned. “Now we’ll have to talk to the NYPD. They’ll surely check her phone records.”
    “You let me do the talking,” Carpenter said. She looked up Dino Bacchetti’s cell phone number in her book and dialed it.

22
    The jeep ground to a halt in the parking lot of a marina. “This way,” Stone said, pointing.
    Dino jumped. “Hang on, it’s my cell phone,” he said, groping for it. “This time of night, somebody’s gotta be dead.” He opened the phone. “Bacchetti.”
    “Dino? It’s Carpenter.”
    “Oh, hi,” Dino said. He held his hand over the phone. “It’s Carpenter.”
    “Why the hell is she calling you ?” Stone asked, reaching for the phone.
    Dino held it away. “She’s calling me, I’m talking to her. What’s up, Carpenter?”
    “I have a little problem for you, Dino.”
    “For me? What kind of problem?”
    “A couple of my people stumbled into a murder on your patch.”
    “Who did they murder, Carpenter?”
    “Nobody. La Biche took care of that.”
    “Who’d she murder, one of yours?”
    “A civilian, a woman named Ginger Harvey, and La Biche has taken her identity, at least for the time being.”
    “Tell me about it.”
    Carpenter gave him the address. “It’s a ground floor, rear apartment with a garden. The body’s in a hotbox in the garden.”
    “What’s a hotbox?”
    “It’s a gardening thing, like a small greenhouse without glass.”
    “I’ll send some people over there.”
    “They’re not going to find much, except for the body. This woman is very smart, and she will have eliminated all trace of her presence there.”
    “Yeah, but we’ve gotta go through the motions.”
    “A favor, Dino: Can you wait until, say, mid-morning tomorrow before going in there? I’ve got the place staked out in case La Biche returns, and she’ll run like the wind if she spots anything resembling a policeman.”
    “Okay. I’ll wait to call it in.”
    “I appreciate that, Dino. I know it’s not proper procedure, but we’ve got at least a chance of bagging her.”
    “Don’t worry about it. Keep in touch.”
    “Let me give you my cell phone number.”
    Dino fished for a pen. “Shoot.”
    “I want to talk to her,” Stone said.
    Dino nodded, writing down the number. “Hang on, Stone wants to talk to you.”
    Stone took the phone. “Hi. You all right?”
    “Right now, I’m running. La Biche has made me, and I’m holed up at the Carlyle.”

    “Oh, shit. How’d she find you?”
    “I think when she kidnapped our man in Cairo, he must have given up our New York office address. She probably waited outside for me to leave the building and followed me to P. J. Clarke’s, where we had a nice little chat at the bar.”
    “Are you going to stay at the Carlyle?”
    “No, I’ll get out of here in the morning. I can’t go back to the Lowell, either.”
    “Go to my house.”
    “She may know who you are.”
    “She may not.”
    “I’ll think about it. Why don’t you come around to the Carlyle a little later, when I’ve sorted this out?”
    “A little problem there. I’m in Saint Thomas.”
    “A church?”
    “An island.”
    “What on earth are you doing there?”
    “Bringing back Herbie Fisher, who jumped bail, leaving me holding a great big bag.”
    “When are you coming home?”
    “Tomorrow, I hope.”
    “Dino has my cell phone number. Call me when you get back.”
    “You watch your ass.”
    “I wish you were here to watch it for me.”
    “Me too. I’ll call you tomorrow.” Stone hung up and handed Dino his phone. “Let’s find the boat. She’s called Tenderly. ”
    They walked down the main pontoon slowly, checking boat names, until they came to one, a sailboat, with a light burning.

    “Here we are,” Stone said, stepping aboard. He rapped on the hatch. “Bob?”
    “Come on down, Stone,” Cantor replied.
    Stone and Dino clambered down the companionway steps. Bob was sitting at the saloon table, and Herbie Fisher was sitting beside him, looking like a small animal caught in a spotlight.
    “Well, hi, Herbie,” Stone said. “You’re a tough guy to catch up with.”
    “He called right after you did, Stone,” Cantor said. “He just got here.”
    “I’m not going back,” Herbie said.
    “Yes, you are,” Stone replied,