“Well, I did the job, sort of,” Herbie said.
“Yeah? Then where are the photographs of two people doing disgusting things to each other?”
“Well, my camera is still in the apartment,” Herbie pointed out. “I could go back and—”
“Don’t you go anywhere near that apartment!” Stone shouted.
“Could you stop yelling at me, please?” Herbie said, sounding wounded. “It’s not very polite. And could I point out that my camera is brand-new, and the warranty is registered in my name, and if the cops find it, they can trace it back to me?”
Stone was momentarily taken aback by the appearance of a rational thought from Herbie, but not for long. “They’ve already arrested you for being in the apartment. What difference does it make if they trace the camera back to you?”
“Oh,” Herbie said. “Right.”
“Leave the camera to me,” Stone said. “Where do you work?”
“At Walgreens, in Brooklyn.” Herbie gave him the address and phone number of the drugstore.
“Listen,” Stone said. “If I can get that camera back, and if the pictures are worth anything, and if you never, ever call me again for any reason, then you’ll get paid.”
“I guess that’s fair,” Herbie said, seeming to sense it was the best deal he was going to get.
“Did Tony Levy give you his card?”
“Who?”
“The lawyer who got you bailed out last night.”
“Oh, him. Yeah.”
“If you have any further problems with the police, call Levy, not me. He’ll deal with the situation.”
“Okay.”
“How much was your bail?”
“Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars.”
‘ ’What?”
“That’s what the judge said.”
“Oh, shit,” Stone muttered. “If you run, Herbie, I’ll hunt you down and deal with you myself. You hear me?”
“I hear you.”
“Did Levy explain the conditions of your bail?”
“Well, yeah.”
“See that you follow those conditions to the letter.”
“All right.”
“Now, you sit tight and wait to hear about the charges. When I hear something, I’ll call Levy, and he’ll call you.”
“I got it.”
“And you understand never to call me again?”
“Right. And since I won’t be talking to you anymore, Stone, I’d just like to say what a pleasure it’s been working with you, and—”
Stone slammed down the phone, swearing. He buzzed Joan.
“Yes, boss?”
“Joan, please dip into the cash in the safe. Hand-deliver twenty-five thousand dollars to Irving Newman and a thousand to Tony Levy. Both addresses are in our book.”
“Right now?”
“Take a long lunch and do it then. And make them count it, and get a receipt from both.”
“Will do, but that will pretty much clean us out of cash.”
“Okay.” Stone hung up and listened to his stomach growl. He hadn’t had any breakfast, and it was too early for lunch. He rested his forehead on the cool desktop and tried to empty his mind of everything.
Then Joan buzzed him. “Bill Eggers on line one,” she said.
Stone groaned again and picked up the phone.
9
Eggers was not happy. “Have you seen this morning’s Daily News?”
“No.”
“Well, everybody else on the planet has. I don’t know how you missed it.”
“Bill . . .”
“Your guy killed Larry, you know.”
“Bill . . .”
“Elena wanted him caught cold, but not that cold.”
“Bill . . .”
“Explain to me how this could have occurred.”
“Accidents happen?” Stone said hopefully.
“Accident? This was no accident! This was pure, unadulterated stupidity and ineptitude. Do you know that Elena Marks, along with her trust, is one of the largest and most profitable clients this firm has? And now I have to go and explain . . .”
Stone pressed the hold button and buzzed Joan.
“Yes, boss?”
“Please go and get me a copy of the Daily News, right now.”
“Be back in a jiffy.”
Stone pressed the line button again.
“. . . and to every partner in the firm, too. You and I have a meeting with Elena Marks at three o’clock this afternoon at her apartment, and you’d better be ready to pull this out of the fire. And in the meantime, if the press gets wind of your association with this fiasco, you’re going to be looking for a new career or a country that will let you practice law. And when you show up at Elena’s, you’d better not forget those photographs!”
“Bill . . .” But Eggers had already hung up.
When he heard her return, Stone buzzed Joan. “Please get me Tony Levy—try his cell.” He sat staring at the wall, trying to figure out what to do.
“Levy’s on one,” Joan said.
Stone picked up the phone. “You bailed out Herbie for two hundred and fifty grand?” he said.
“Take it easy, Stone,” Levy said soothingly.
“Easy? Twenty-five grand is easy. A quarter of a million is very, very hard.”
“Judge Simpson got sick in court, and Judge Kaplan came in and subbed for him. You know what she’s like: I was lucky to get Herbie bail at all. We’re lucky she didn’t order him executed.”
“Kaplan came in?” Stone said. Tony was right. Kaplan wasn’t just a hanging judge; she was a draw-’em-and-quarter-’em judge. “Did you explain to Herbie how important it is for him to adhere to the terms of his bail?”
“Don’t worry, I scared the shit out of him,” Levy said. “He’s not going to run.”
“If he does, I’m going to let you pick up half the bail,” Stone said.
“In your fucking dreams,” Levy replied evenly. “I did the best I could for him. You and Johnnie Cochran together couldn’t have done better with Kaplan. Where’s my money?”
“It’ll be there at lunchtime,” Stone said.
Joan laid a fresh copy of the News on Stone’s desk.
“I see you’ve been talking to the press,” Stone said, flipping from the page-one lead to the rest of the story inside.
“You don’t see your name anywhere, do you?” Levy asked. “Let me have my little moment in the sun, Stone. It’s all a little shyster like me can hope for. After all, we can’t all do dirty work for Woodman and Weld.”
“This has nothing to do with the firm,” Stone said. “I told you, I was doing a favor for Bob Cantor.”
“Yeah, sure, Stone. And I’ll be representing the Bush girls the next time they get busted for ordering cosmopolitans at the college cafeteria. Don’t worry, buddy, I’m not going to embarrass you or blackmail you. But you’d better have some more work for me soon, or I might weaken.” He hung up, laughing maniacally.
Stone walked into P. J. Clarke’s, waded through the lunchtime bar crowd, and found Dino at a good table in the back room. “Good day, Lieutenant,” Stone said.
“Sit down,” Dino replied, “and shut up.”
“What is it with you today?” Stone asked. “Why can’t I talk anymore?”
“Because I already know everything you’re going to say,” Dino replied, sinking half a draft beer and waving at the waiter. “Two bacon cheeseburgers, medium, and two bowls of chili,” he said, “and bring Clarence Darrow, here, a beer.” The waiter vanished.
“About last night . . .” Stone began.
“I already know about last night,” Dino said. “Everybody who can read at the sixth-grade level knows about it.” He tapped his copy of the News, resting on the table.