Stone Barrington 06-11

shouted to the agents.
    They stood Stone up. “Gee, aren’t you glad to see me?” Stone asked.

    “Throw him off the building!” she shouted to nobody in particular. Nobody moved, for which Stone was grateful.
    “I asked you what you’re doing here,” she said to Stone.
    “Uncuff me and don’t throw me off the building, and I’ll tell you,” Stone said.
    Two agents marched Lance up to where they were standing.
    “I believe you’ve met Lance Cabot, of the Central Intelligence Agency?” Stone said.
    “So nice to see you again,” Lance said drily. “How do you do?”
    “How do I fucking do?” Tiff screamed. “I do terrible! What are you people doing on this roof?”
    “We are here to detain one Billy Bob Barnstormer,” Lance said, “a man of many aliases. What, may I ask, are you doing here?”
    “I am the goddamned United States Attorney for the Southern District of New York, and I am here to oversee the capture of the same man. Where is he?”
    “My information was that he was on this roof and desired helicopter transportation,” Lance said, “which I was planning to provide, after I had shot him.”
    “Tiff,” Stone said, “would you kindly uncuff us, and maybe we can help.”
    “Oh, all right,” she said, exasperatedly, “take the cuffs off them.”
    Stone, Lance and the pilot were uncuffed.
    “Now,” Tiff said, “tell me why you’re here.”
    “I’m very sorry,” Lance said. “I didn’t realize you were hard of hearing. WE ARE HERE AT THE INVITATION OF BILLY BOB, TO TAKE HIM OFF THIS ROOF. DID YOU GET THAT?”
    “Stop shouting at me, you… you spook! ” she shouted at him.
    “Tiff,” Stone said, “Lance has told you repeatedly why we’re here. We’ve been pursuing Billy Bob for some time, now. How did you and your band of merry men happen to be here on this roof?”
    “We were in a meeting downstairs,” she said, “when all hell seemed to break loose in Times Square. I called the police commissioner, and he advised me that Billy Bob was on or on his way to the roof.”
    “And everybody just happened to have handy one of those fetching black outfits with the body armor?”
    “The fucking New York office of the FBI is in this building!” she screamed. “Now where is Billy Bob?”
    “Well, he’s clearly not on the roof,” Stone said.
    Lance spoke up. “Where are the NYPD?” he asked.
    “In the fucking garage!” she shouted.
    “Then, may I suggest a thorough search of the building, with the NYPD working their way up and your agents working their way down? If Billy Bob is in the building, perhaps you’ll encounter him.”
    “SEARCH THE GODDAMNED BUILDING!!” Tiffany screamed, waving her arms at the agents.
    “Tiff,” Stone said, taking her arm and steering her toward the door, “if you don’t calm down, you’re going to have a stroke. Take a few deep breaths.”
    She stopped yelling and began breathing deeply. “Thank you,” she said, finally. “That’s better.”
    “Now, why don’t you just phone the police commisioner and request that he start his people up, floor by floor,” Stone said, as soothingly as he could.
    “Stop talking to me as if I were a child,” she said, whipping out her cell phone.
    “You’re getting excited again,” Stone said. “Now, how can Lance and I help?”
    “You can stay on the roof and out of the way,” she said.
    Lance walked over. “Are you aware of what Billy Bob is carrying?” he asked.
    “I heard he had a small boy and a suitcase,” Tiff replied.
    “Do you know what is in the suitcase?”
    “No.”

    “It contains thirty-six extremely powerful new grenades developed by the army, and a rifle launcher. If he is allowed to start firing them, many people will die.”
    Tiff looked appalled. “Nobody told me that.”
    “Perhaps you should mention that to your agents?” Lance said.
    She grabbed an agent. “Guard that door, and see that these three people stay on the roof,” she said, then she disappeared through the door.
    “That,” Lance said, “is a madwoman.”
    “Well, yes,” Stone said.
    “It frightens me to think that she is in charge here.”
    “I think she just wants to kill Billy Bob personally,” Stone said.
    “You don’t mean to tell me she’s armed!”
    “I don’t think she’ll need a gun; she’ll just claw him to death.”
    “How did this go wrong?” Lance asked.
    “I don’t know. Perhaps it was something to do with the FBI being housed in this