“Hang on, sir, we’re getting you to a hospital.” Fred got back behind the wheel and moved with the traffic. He pressed the hands-free button on the steering wheel. “Dial Stone Barrington,” he said, and the phone began to ring.
“Hello?” Stone said.
“Mr. Barrington, it’s Fred. A motorcyclist just got off three rounds into the backseat, and at least one struck the major.”
“Didn’t the glass stop it?”
“The major had rolled down the window. I’m headed to the New York Hospital ER. Will you phone the police, sir?”
“Of course, and I’ll be right over there.”
—
Stone called Dino and found him still at his desk. “Dino, Stone. There’s been an attempt on Ian Rattle’s life. He’s in my car. Somebody on a motorcycle fired three rounds into the backseat. Ian was hit at least once, and Fred is driving him to the ER at New York Hospital.”
“I’ll have somebody there in five minutes,” Dino said, then hung up.
Stone ran out into the street and got lucky with a cab. He was at the ER in ten minutes, and an unmarked police car pulled in at the same time. “Hey!” he called to the cops. “The victim is my houseguest.”
“Are you Barrington?”
“Yes.”
“Follow us.”
The detectives blew past the nurse on guard, flashing badges. One of them jerked a thumb at Stone. “He’s with us.” Then he stopped and called back to her, “You have a patient name Rattle, gunshot wound. Where is he?”
“Treatment room three—that way,” she said, pointing.
A nurse came out the door of room three and held up both hands. “He’s alive, nothing you can do here. Sit down over there.” She pointed at some chairs in the hallway, and they all sat down. Fred had followed them in, and Stone introduced him to the detectives.
Fred told his story. “I’m certain I hit the man,” he said. “I saw him twitch, and the motorcycle wobbled.”
“What color was the bike?”
“Black. The license plate was too small to read.”
“What was he wearing?”
“Black everything, including gloves. I couldn’t even tell you what race he was. He’s bleeding, though, I can promise you that.”
“You got a carry license, Fred?”
Fred produced it.
“Okay, you’re good. We can reach you at Mr. Barrington’s?”
Fred gave them a card. “My cell number.”
Stone called Felicity Devonshire.
“Yes?”
“I sent Ian to you in my car, and there was an assassination attempt. He’s in the New York Hospital ER, and he’s alive, that’s all I know.”
“I’ll be there shortly,” she said, and hung up.
—
Dino arrived first, twenty minutes later. “Any news?”
“He’s alive and being worked on,” Stone said.
Dino sat down beside him. “I thought your car was bulletproof.”
“Ian opened a window.”
“Shit.”
“Felicity will be here shortly. I’ll handle her.”
“I’d appreciate that,” Dino said.
A nurse hurried toward them. “There’s a woman in the waiting room looking for Barrington?”
“That’s me, please let her in.”
Felicity bustled down the hall, looking smashing in a black cocktail dress.
Stone sat her down and briefed her. The doctor emerged from the treatment room. “Jesus,” he said, seeing the crowd. “Who do I talk to?”
“To me,” Dino said, flashing a badge.
“It’s the commissioner, isn’t it?”
“Right. Talk to me.”
“He’s alive and stable. The round cut across the back of his neck, he’s lost some blood, but he’ll make a complete recovery. Right now we’re taking him up to surgery to do a more permanent repair.”
A bed pushed by two nurses came out the door and rolled down the hallway, followed by Stone and the crowd. Ian was sitting up, a roll of gauze behind his neck. He gave a little wave. Somebody came and showed the group to a more comfortable waiting room.
“Well,” Felicity said, “there goes the UN opportunity. I’ll have to think of somewhere else to hide him.”
“I’m sorry, Felicity,” Stone said. “I thought he would be safe in my car.”
“I’ll station a couple of uniforms outside his room, as soon as he gets out of recovery,” Dino said. He came and sat by Stone. “Why do you think Major Rattle was the intended victim?” he asked quietly.
Stone opened his mouth to speak, then stopped.
“Yeah, me too,” Dino said. “You’re not through watching your ass.”
When Ian was out of surgery and recovering, Stone drove Felicity back to the British UN embassy. Fred had cleaned up the rear seat, except for the bullet holes, and the police had made a mess of that while extracting the slugs.
“I don’t know what I’m going to do now,” Felicity said.
“I think you should do nothing.”
“That’s the one thing I can’t do.”
“I don’t think the shooter was after Ian, I think he was after me. Dino thinks so, too.”
“The Dahaians know nothing about you. You’re not involved.”
“It’s not that. I’ve been involved in something else—a business brouhaha concerning a client. His opponent was a mob type, and he put people on me. Dino and I managed to reverse that process, and the pair killed their boss, then got out of town, so we thought I was safe. But apparently not.”
“Are you quite sure about this?”
“These Dahai people couldn’t have known Ian was staying in my house. That was very closely held information, wasn’t it?”
“In my service, only I knew about it. On this side of the water, only Holly knew.”
“That’s pretty closely held, and I don’t think either of you has loose lips.”
Felicity thought about it for a moment. “I’m inclined to think you are right,” she said.
“Have you made any progress finding the leak at your end?”
“We have our suspicions.”
“Ian said he thought it would be service personnel—a driver or a cleaning lady.”
“We’re covering that avenue very closely. These people are vetted in much the same way that our officers are. The problem is, the vetting doesn’t cover their susceptibility to large sums of money. How does one assess a weakness?”
“I should think it would be easier to assess after the fact: bank balances, large cash expenditures, that sort of thing.”
“Of course we’re looking into that, but if they don’t put a bribe into their bank account, pay off the mortgage, or buy a new Jaguar, we’re stymied.”
“There’s always interrogation,” Stone said.
“As we speak, practically everyone in the building is being polygraphed and pressurized, in one way or another. This really is a major effort.”
“Of course it is, but I don’t think Ian’s safety has been compromised. I’m perfectly happy to continue having him as a guest.”
“He’ll be several days in hospital,” Felicity said. “I’ll reassess when he’s better.”
“Then you’ll be staying on for a few days?”
She smiled. “It would appear so.”
“Then perhaps you’d be more comfortable with me than at the embassy.”
“I’m sure I would be. First, though, I have to smooth the ambassador’s ruffled feathers and convince him that you are the quarry, not Ian. He has an aversion to the intelligence services, thinks we’re all cowboys.”
“In that case, perhaps he’d be happy to be rid of his houseguest.”
“Perhaps he might, I’ll find out.” They stopped in front of the embassy. She kissed him affectionately. “I’ll be in touch,” she said, then got out of the car.