Stone Barrington 06-11

FBI guys?”
    “Well, from what I hear on the grapevine, the two agents tried to get him out of bed too early in the morning, and it irritated him, so he shot them both.”
    “Are you serious?”
    “Absolutely. He just went nuts, according to the agent who’s still alive.”
    “Well, since he was standing at the foot of my bed in the middle of the night, threatening to kill me, I guess he missed some sleep. Some people are just grumpy if they don’t get their eight hours.”
    “So, what’s your next move?”
    “Vito says he’ll be talking to Trini, who will want the details on how we begged for our lives.”
    “Did you beg for your lives?”
    “No. I concentrated on getting Vito to call Eduardo before he spread us around the cellar. But Vito is going to give Trini details that will please him and then call me and tell me where Trini is, if he can find out. He says Trini is with his Arab friends—or towelheads, as he prefers to call them.”
    “I thought the FBI arrested all the towelheads.”
    “So did I, but apparently there’s an abundant supply of them.”
    “I think I’d like to talk to the towelheads,” Dino said.
    “Tell you what: We work together on this, you take the towelheads, and we’ll take Trini.”
    “What are you going to do with him?”
    “Take him back to Florida and get him tried.”
    “That’s a sweet idea. I hope it works for you.”
    “You going to help?”
    “Okay, you get me a location on Trini and his buddies and I’ll supply a SWAT team. I’ll get a judge to honor Holly’s warrant, and you three can hotfoot it to the airport. I’ll take the towelheads home with me.”
    “You’ve got a deal, but no FBI.”
    “Why would I want those guys around to take the credit?”
    “Why, indeed?”
    “Dinner tomorrow?”
    “You’re on.”
    “And you’re still buying, remember?”
    “I remember.”
    Dino hung up, and Stone called Eduardo.
    “Stone, are you all right?”

    “Thanks to your help, I am, Eduardo.”
    “I want to apologize for these people of ours.”
    “No apology necessary. You can’t be expected to know everything.”
    “I’m glad they called me.”
    “So am I.”
    “Have you had any luck in finding this Rodriguez fellow?”
    “I’m working on it. One of the men who, ah, detained us says he may be speaking to him, and he’ll try to find out where he is. There are some Arab gentlemen involved, apparently.”
    “I have heard of these people, and I would be pleased to see them caught and put into prison.”
    “If we can get a location on them, that could very well happen. I’d be grateful to hear of any information that might come your way.”
    “Of course. I’ll call you.”
    “Thank you again for saving our lives, Eduardo.”
    “Please, I was happy to.”
    They both hung up, and now Stone was tired. He went upstairs, got undressed, and got into bed with Holly, who was sleeping as if drugged. Soon, he was, too.

    Stone got up at mid-morning the following day and found Holly still sleeping. He reached out to give Daisy a pat, then remembered she was in Florida with Ham. Then he sat up in bed, wide awake.
    He got into a robe, went downstairs, and called Ham.

    “Hello?”
    “Ham, it’s Stone Barrington.”
    “How you doing, Stone?”
    “I’m okay, and so is Holly. She’s still asleep.”
    “What’s up?”
    “We’ve had a brush with Trini, and I think you ought to be on the lookout for his people around your place.”
    “Yeah?”
    “Yeah. I think maybe you might think about changing locations. Why don’t you move into Holly’s place until we can nail this guy?”
    “You really think he might be a threat to us here?”
    “I do.”
    “What does Holly think?”
    “I don’t want to wake her to ask, but I think she’d agree with me.”
    “All right, we’ll throw some things in a bag and go over there.”
    “Thanks, Ham, I’d feel better if you did. Please give my best to Ginny.”
    “Sure thing. Bye.” Ham hung up.
    Stone went back upstairs, feeling he had done all he could for the moment.

47
    H AM WALKED INTO the kitchen where Ginny was cleaning the fish he’d caught early that morning. One of the reasons he loved her was that she would clean his fish, something he hated doing himself. Daisy was asleep on the floor beside her.
    “How would you like a little vacation?” he asked.
    “Would I have to clean fish?”
    “Nope.”
    “I’d love it. Where you want to go?”
    “Why don’t we get in that airplane of