Stone Barrington 06-11

don’t you and I fly down there tonight, get the money, and bring it back up here. I’ll split it with you, fifty-fifty.”
    Stone held up his hands as if to ward her off. “Oh, no, you’re not sucking me into this. Anyway, I’ve had a vodka gimlet. I can’t legally fly for eight hours. By the time we got down there it would be broad daylight.”
    “So, we’ll do it tomorrow night.”
    “Holly, I need some time to think about this.”
    “I’ll bet you know how to get this into an offshore account, don’t you?”

    “Sure, that’s easy. We just fly my airplane down to the Cayman Islands, find a bank, deposit it, and fly back. Customs doesn’t search you on the way out.”
    “I like the sound of that,” Holly said.
    “Of course, we’d have to sign a form saying that we haven’t taken more than five thousand dollars in cash or negotiable instruments out of the country. If we lied about it, that would be a felony.”
    “It seems like such a little felony, doesn’t it?”
    “That’s it. I’m not having any more to drink.”
    “So you can fly?”
    “So I’ll stop thinking like this. You’re making me crazy.”
    She leered at him. “It’s about time.”
    Later, in bed, they forgot about the money.

18
    S TONE WAS AT his desk the following morning when Joan buzzed him.
    “Yes?”
    “Lance Cabot is here to see you.”
    “Send him in.”
    Lance came into Stone’s office carrying an envelope. “Good morning,” he said, his usual affable self.
    “Good morning, Lance. What can I do for you?”
    “I wanted to talk to you about your contract.”
    “All right.”
    “Holly’s is fine. I’ve sent it on to Langley, where it will be countersigned, dated, and a copy returned to her. Your contract, however, has a problem: I can’t include words like ‘his usual hourly or daily rate.’ We must be specific.”
    “All right, five hundred dollars an hour.”
    “I think it would be to your advantage if we kept it at a daily rate, like Holly’s contract.”
    “All right, four thousand dollars a day.”

    “I was thinking two thousand.”
    “Thirty-five hundred.”
    “Three.”
    “Done.”
    Lance removed the contract from the envelope. “Do you think your secretary could retype this page?”
    “Of course.” He buzzed for Joan.
    Lance made the changes and handed the page to Joan, who disappeared.
    “So, we have a deal?” Lance said.
    “Yes, we do.”
    “Good. I’d like you to go to London today.”
    Stone managed not to look amazed. “Today?”
    “Yes.”
    “What for?”
    “That will be explained to you when you arrive at the Connaught, which is where we’re putting you up.”
    “How long will I be gone?”
    “One, possibly two nights.”
    “I’m afraid that won’t be possible.”
    “Why not?”
    “I have a houseguest.”
    Lance sighed. “Holly can’t go with you.”
    “It’s only a Concorde ticket.”
    “Not even if you pay for it yourself, and I was thinking business class.”
    “My contract calls for deluxe travel.”
    “Oh, all right.” Lance raised his hands in surrender.
    “When and how will my expenses be paid?”
    “Our travel agent will make your travel arrangements. You can bill us for anything other than your plane tickets, hotel, and airport transfers. My people will send you an expense form. It’s a pain in the ass, but your secretary can do it.”
    “Do what?” Joan asked, entering the room. She handed a sheet of paper to Lance.
    “My expenses,” Stone said.
    “What expenses?”
    “From my London trip.”
    “What London trip?”
    “The one that starts today.”
    “Is this for the Woodsmoke Corporation?”
    Lance spoke up. “Exactly.”
    “What, exactly, is the Woodsmoke Corporation?”
    “Thanks, Joan,” Lance said. “That’ll be all for the moment.” Lance spread the contract on Stone’s desk, and they both signed it.
    “There,” Lance said. “All done. I’ll have your tickets and hotel confirmation sent over in an hour or so. You’d better start packing.” He turned to go.
    “Wait a minute. What am I supposed to do when I get there?”
    “Get a good night’s sleep, if that’s possible, then expect a phone call in the morning. Somebody will mention Woodsmoke. Have a good trip.” Lance walked out.
    Stone went upstairs and found Holly. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to disappear for a couple of days,” he said.
    “Why?”
    “I have to go to London.”

    “What for?”
    “I don’t know.”
    “Sounds like