Stone Barrington 06-11

gets wherever he’s going, we’ll be right on top of him.”
    “It sounds good, except for one thing.”
    “What’s that?”
    “Suppose he just shoots us both and dumps our bodies.”
    “Well,” Lance drawled, “there is that. We can’t cover every contingency, can we? The upside is, we’ll at least take Billy Bob, and we’ll roll up Block’s operation.”
    “I’m sure that will be very comforting to me when I’m dead. How is Peter?”
    “He’s a sensible lad; he’s curious about your and his mother’s whereabouts, but Corey is handling him well, and he seems happy enough.”
    “Bring him back to the city, will you? When we’ve got Arrington back, I want to reunite them immediately.”
    Lance was silent for a moment.
    “Take him to my house; I’m going there myself.”
    “Is there another way in besides the front door and your office door?”
    Stone explained how to get into the common garden behind the houses and to his back door.”
    “All right, I’ll have him there in two hours. Where’s Dino?”
    “He’s right here.”
    “Tell him Sandy spotted two of his men, sitting outside Block’s in a Crown Victoria, eating doughnuts. Tell him to pull them off before Block spots them. I’ve already got a team in the neighborhood.”
    “Right.” Stone hung up. “Lance’s man made your two guys outside Block’s. You see what I mean?”
    “How does he know they’re mine?” Dino asked.
    “They’re in a Crown Vic, eating doughnuts, how else?”

    “Shit,” Dino said. He got on the phone and ordered the two men back to the precinct. “And when you get there,” he said to them, “you’d better not be wearing black shoes and white socks.”
    “I’m going back to my place,” Stone said, standing up.
    “You think that’s safe?”
    “Billy Bob won’t expect me to be there, and anyway, he thinks he’s going to grab me later this afternoon.”
    “I’ll come with you,” Dino said.
    STONE AND DINO drove back to his house and parked in the garage, while Dino’s car and driver followed.
    “Call your driver and tell him not to park in my block,” Stone said. “I don’t want anybody to make the car, if we’re being watched.”
    “Oh, all right,” Dino said and made the call.
    As they approached the house, Stone took Dino’s shoulder. “Get down in the footwell. If they’re watching, I want them to think I’m alone.”
    Dino grumbled but followed instructions.
    When they were inside the garage and the door was closed, Stone said, “All right, we’re in. You can get up.”
    Stone looked at his watch. “One o’clock,” he said. He led Dino upstairs to his bedroom and began unpacking the guns and ammo he had taken with him. He handed Dino the box containing Lance’s Keltec. “Take a look at that.”
    Dino opened the box. “Jesus, it looks like a toy.”
    “It’s a three-eighty-caliber, and it weighs ten ounces, loaded.”
    Dino handled the little gun. “Billy Bob is going to tell you to come unarmed,” he said.
    “I suppose so.”
    “Then go armed. Wear something on your belt. You got an ankle holster?”

    “No.”
    Dino pulled up his right trouser leg and undid the Velcro fastening of his own, which held a snub-nosed Smith & Wesson .38 special. “You can take mine.”
    “What’s the point?” Stone said. “He’s going to search me thoroughly.”
    “You still got that Thunderwear I gave you?”
    “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
    “For Christmas, dummy, the Thunderwear.”
    “Christ, I’d forgotten about that.” Stone went into his dressing room and rooted around in the bottom drawer of his dresser. “Here it is.”
    “Put it on.”
    “Dino…”
    “Just do it.”
    Stone took off his trousers and boxer shorts and put on the Thunderwear. Dino screwed the silencer into the Keltec, shoved a magazine into the butt, racked the slide and handed it to Stone. “See if it will fit with the silencer.”
    Stone took the gun and slipped it into the pouch in the undershorts. “Too long.”
    “Take the silencer off and try again.”
    Stone unscrewed the silencer and stuck the gun into the Thunderwear, then inserted the silencer next to it. “Fits nicely.”
    “Put your pants back on, you’re embarrassing me,” Dino said.
    Stone put his pants back on.
    “You’ve got a three-eighty or two, haven’t you?”
    “In the gun safe.”
    “Put on a three-eighty holster and a double-magazine pouch.”
    Stone did so and stuck his Walther PPKS