Stone Barrington 06-11

actually.”
    “It’s all spaghetti to me.” He stuffed another forkful into his mouth and chewed thoughtfully.
    “Did you do anything about my house?” Holly said.
    “I got you a new door and installed it. Ginny was cleaning up the place when I left for the airport.”

    “So you came up here to rescue me?”
    “I just thought you might need somebody to watch your back.”
    “The Feds seem to be doing that,” Stone pointed out. “After all, she’s the one who’s dogging their witness.”
    “Any luck?” Ham asked.
    “A couple of sightings, no collar.”
    “Want me to collar him for you?”
    “It’s a little more complicated than that, Ham. The Feds are involved, so is the Mafia. Grant’s up here. That’s why those guys are out in the street. They followed us to Connecticut, too.”
    “I guess that boy is taking a proprietary interest in you.”
    Stone laughed, and Holly shot him a glance.
    “Don’t worry, it’s all business.”
    “I liked him, till he got to running the Miami office,” Ham said. “After that, he was just another bureaucrat.”
    “That’s what I hear,” Stone said.
    “So who the hell are you, Stone?” Ham asked.
    “Lawyer,” Stone replied.
    “Oh.”
    “Don’t take it so hard, Ham,” Holly said. “He’s also a retired cop.”
    “Little young to be retired, aren’t you?”
    “Bullet in the knee,” Stone said, realizing that he was adopting Ham’s mode of speech.
    “Uh-huh,” Ham said. “Must of hurt.”

    “Oh, yeah.”
    “You two are going to be comparing scars in a minute,” Holly said.
    “Who was that Herbie character?” Ham asked.
    “Former client and current nuisance,” Stone replied.
    “He’s dangerous.”
    “Why do you say that?”
    “You can smell it on him. He’d sell you to save his own ass.”
    “You’re a fine judge of character, Ham.”
    “I trained a lot of young men in the army. You get to know what to expect of them.”
    The doorbell rang. Stone picked up a phone, pressed a button, and listened for a moment. “Come on in,” he said, pressing another button. He turned to Holly. “It’s Lance.”
    “Who’s Lance?” Ham asked.
    “Tell you what, Ham,” Stone said. “You meet him and tell me.”

27
    L ANCE AMBLED INTO the kitchen, dressed in a yellow cashmere turtleneck, a tweed jacket, cavalry twill trousers, and short alligator boots. He might have been a visiting movie star. Introductions were made, and he sat down. Daisy walked over and sniffed him. Lance scratched the top of her head, then ignored her.
    “What’s up?” Lance asked.
    “The Feds are all over us,” Stone said. “Followed us up to Connecticut yesterday. They’re camped outside right now.”
    “Well,” Lance drawled, “I guess they take exception to Holly’s trying to arrest their man.”
    “Their murderer,” Holly said.
    “Or is there some other reason they’d be interested in the two of you?” Lance asked.
    “You take that one, Holly,” Stone said.
    “Oh, a guy I went out with a few times works for them, followed me up here.”
    “You were living with him,” Ham said.

    Holly turned beet red. “Herbie was here when we got back,” she said, looking for cover.
    Lance permitted himself a small groan. “Stone, I wish you’d take charge of your client.”
    “He’s not my client anymore, Lance. You shipped him off to Saint Thomas, remember?”
    “Except he didn’t ship.”
    “That’s not my fault.”
    “Where did he go?”
    “I gave him some money and told him to go to his mother’s place, in Brooklyn.”
    Holly laughed. “Stone told him they’d never think of looking for him there. I think he bought it.”
    “If there’s one thing I’ve learned about our Herbert,” Lance said, “it’s never to expect him to do as he’s told.”
    Ham nodded. “I know the type.”
    “You’re ex-army,” Lance said.
    “Yep.”
    Lance regarded him coolly for a long moment. “I read your service record,” he said.
    Ham evinced mild surprise. “Did you, now?”
    “I did. You want to shoot somebody for me?”
    “Who’d you have in mind?”
    “Herbie.”
    Ham chuckled. “I can see why, but he doesn’t seem to be a threat to national security just yet.”
    “Would you shoot him if I told you he was?”
    “I wouldn’t believe you if you told me he was.”
    “Why not?”

    “Because I think I know who you work for, and folks in your line of work tell the truth on only the rarest occasions.”
    Lance laughed. “You judge