Stone Barrington 06-11

the flat; apparently there was another place downstairs, so there was plenty of room.
    He finally came fully awake a little after 9 A . M . and lay there, thinking, going over every moment he had spent with Billy Bob, or Jack Jeff, or whoever the hell he was. Everything the man had told him was either a lie or invented to back up a lie, and the invented things—the phone numbers in Dallas and Omaha—would be gone and the people who answered them gone, too, and probably impossible to find. Billy Bob’s apartments in New York had already been thoroughly searched; Lance would have run down whatever Billy Bob had told the rental company who supplied the Hummer and driver; and Lance would have people tracking the Jack Jeff Kight name, but that would take time, and he didn’t have time. Sooner, rather than later, Billy Bob would reel him in with a threat to Arrington, and the best he could hope for in such a meeting is that he and not Arrington would be murdered. It didn’t seem an attractive prospect.
    He called Joan at home.

    “Where are you?” Joan asked. “I’ve been trying you at the Connecticut house and on your cell phone, but I couldn’t get an answer on either.”
    “We had to leave the Connecticut house, but I can’t come back to New York, yet, and I still don’t want you to go to the house.”
    “There’s a strange phone message on the answering machine,” she said. “I erased a couple of others that don’t matter, but you should listen to this one yourself. I didn’t understand it.”
    “I’ll call now.”
    “Where can I reach you?”
    “I’ll call you every day. Bye-bye.” He hung up and dialed his New York number, then entered the code for the answering machine.
    “Hey, Stone,” Billy Bob’s voice said. “I figured you’d check in for your messages sooner or later. We ought to get together real soon, because Arrington isn’t eating, and I don’t know how long she can last. Here she is.” There was a scuffling sound, and Arrington came on. “Don’t look for me,” she said quickly, “just get out.” This was followed by the sound of flesh striking flesh, and a cry, then Billy Bob came on. “Well, she doesn’t really seem herself today. The girl’s a good lay, though, if you tie her down. I’m going to let you think about that for a little while, then I’ll call this number again and leave you some instructions. If you don’t follow them explicitly, I’ll send you Arrington’s head in the mail. See ya!” He hung up.
    Stone took deep breaths, trying not to feel what Billy Bob wanted him to feel. That had been the point of the message, and Stone had to fight it.
    He had one other, very tenuous idea. He went to the living-room phone, where Corey couldn’t hear him, and called Dino.
    “Bacchetti.”
    “It’s Stone.”
    “Lance told me; you okay?”
    “Yes, considering.”

    “I’ve sent Mary Ann and Ben out to Eduardo’s house; they’ll be safe. Is Arrington’s boy all right?”
    “Yes. I told him his mother went to Sweden with the nanny. I’m not sure he bought it, but he’s not asking too many questions yet.”
    “You heard anything?”
    “I had a message on my answering machine, designed to shake me up and make me pliable.”
    “Let’s get the fucker together; why should Lance have all the fun?”
    “I had a thought; it’s a long shot, but…”
    “Tell me.”
    “A few months ago, the burglar alarm was acting up, and Bob Cantor came by to fix it. He did the original installation.” Bob Cantor was an ex-cop who supplied technical services to Stone when he needed them.
    “Yeah, Bob’s good.”
    “I was standing there, and when he finished and buttoned up the system, he wiped it down very carefully, and I asked him why. He said he wanted it clean, so that if anybody ever tampered with it, he could lift his prints.”
    “Yeah, Bob’s careful.”
    “Billy Bob, or someone who works for him, tampered with it last week, and one of Lance’s people came to fix it. That means that the prints of two people could be somewhere either on the alarm system box or on the main telephone box. Can you get somebody over there and see what you can lift from those two pieces of equipment?”
    “Right away.”
    “If you find prints and run them, there’ll probably be a government block on Lance’s man, but the other guy’s might get us a name, and that’s a start.”
    “I’ll get on it. Where can I call you?”
    “I’ll call you. And you can always