Worst Fears Realized

61

STONE WAS RECEIVED AT THE BIANCHI home by Pietro, the butler, and taken straight through the house to a back terrace overlooking extensive gardens. Eduardo Bianchi was seated in a cushioned wrought-iron chair, and he stood to receive his guest.

“Good evening, Stone,” he said warmly, taking Stone’s hand and guiding him to a companion chair. “While the women are talking, I thought we’d have an aperitif out here. It’s such a lovely evening.”

“What would you like, Mr. Barrington?” Pietro asked.

“May I have a Strega, please?”

Pietro beamed his approval and went for the drink.

“It really is a lovely evening,” Stone said. The setting sun and the long shadows across the garden created a quilt of light and shadow. “Your garden is very beautiful.”

“Thank you, Stone,” Bianchi said. “I think it gives me more pleasure than any of my possessions. I am getting to be an old man, and it would comfort me to know that this house and its gardens would fall into appreciative hands when I am gone.”

“I’m sure it will,” Stone replied. “You seem to be in a reflective mood.”

“I find I am reflective more and more often,” Bianchi said. “It is the prerogative of old men, I suppose.”

“You seem anything but old, sir.”

Bianchi managed a small smile. “When you are my age you will find that old age is more than simply one’s physical condition; it is a state of mind. Try as I might, I can no longer think like a young man, or even a middle-aged one. Lucidity in one’s later years is a great gift from God; it gives one the opportunity for endless review: Have I done well in my life? Have I made others happy? Have my sins been forgiven?”

Stone said nothing.

“I had a long talk with Bill Eggers yesterday,” he said, “mostly about you.”

“Bill told me you had lunch,” Stone said.

“I understand that your difficulties with the District Attorney’s Office have been favorably resolved.”

“Yes, that seems to be true. I haven’t spoken to Dino since this morning; he’s questioning Tom Deacon and a police officer about Susan Bean’s murder, and I hope it’s going well.”

“Oh, I think it will go well,” Bianchi said, as if he had certain knowledge of it. “And I think you will have no further problems with this Brougham person.”

“I owe you a great debt,” Stone said.

Bianchi waved a hand. “I do not wish to have my friends indebted to me; if I am able to do a friend a service, then that is its own reward. It should be enough for any man. Besides,” he said, “I am not the sort of person to whom you should owe a debt. You must maintain your independence from all men, especially me.”

Stone didn’t know what to make of this.

“Bill Eggers told me many things about you,” Bianchi said, “and from those things I was able to answer many questions for myself, to create a more complete picture of you as a man. I must say that what I heard fully agreed with my instinctive judgment of you.”

Stone didn’t speak.

“It pleases me to learn that you are an honest man, a loyal friend, and that you have a finely developed sense of justice. I believe that I can use a man like you in many of my business dealings.”

“Eduardo,” Stone said, “I’m grateful for your confidence, but I believe I would rather be your friend than your employee.”

Bianchi smiled broadly, the first time Stone had seen him do so. “Then you continue to justify my confidence,” he said. “You must know how important Dolce is to me.”

“I can understand that,” Stone said, wondering why the conversation was turning to Dolce.

“Her happiness, her stability are as important to me as anything else in my life. Other things – my grandson, for instance – are equally important, but Dolce holds a special place in my heart. She is so very like me; she understands so many things-the moral ambiguities of a rich life, the necessity of justice to success, the proper use of resources. I want very much for her to be a complete woman. Of course, for some time that has been impossible. Now…”

Stone’s cell phone rang. Embarrassed, he dug into his pocket for the instrument. “Eduardo, I apologize, but only a couple of people have this number, and I should answer it.”

“Of course,” Bianchi said. “Please do so.”

“Hello?”

“It’s Dino; are you with Eduardo?”

“Yes.”

“Good thing I called.”

“What are you talking about?”

“I’ll explain in a minute; that’s how long it will take me to get to his front door. Meet me out front; you’re going to miss di

“Dino, what the hell is going on?”

“Mitteldorfer has surfaced.”

“I’ll be right there.” Stone closed the phone and stood up. “Eduardo, I’m very sorry, but I’m not going to be able to stay for di

Bianchi stood up. “I understand, Stone. I’m very sorry our conversation was interrupted. I hope we can resume it very soon.”

“Please make my apologies to Dolce and Mary A

“Of course.”

The two men shook hands, and Stone hurried toward the front door. As Pietro opened it, he heard the police siren growing closer.

62

THE CAR BARELY STOPPED MOVING FOR Stone to get in. He grappled with his seat belt as Dino spun the car to the left out of the driveway, spraying gravel. “Tell me about it, Dino,” he said, when the car was stable again.

“A doorman at an apartment house on Park Avenue called,” Dino said, roaring around another car, lights flashing, siren wailing. “He recognized Peter Hausman from the sketch in the papers, but it took him some time to get up the nerve to call. Mitteldorfer has been living in his building, under the name of Howard Menzies.”

“He’s sticking with his initials, then.”

“Yeah; maybe he has monogrammed hankies. Anyway, Hausman showed up at the building after we busted his brother. Then, this evening, Mitteldorfer sells his brand-new Mercedes back to the dealer at a big loss, packs up, and heads for Ke

“And the ashes would be Eloise Enzberg?”

“You guessed it. The doorman recognized her photograph when Andy Anderson showed it to him.”

“So he’s headed for Germany?”

“I’m not counting on it; there are flights leaving for London, Paris, Rome, and half a dozen other cities, in addition to four destinations in Germany, and they’re all going within the next hour. All the passenger lists are being checked for Menzies and Hausman. Andy’s meeting us at the airport; well know more then.” Dino swung right onto the shoulder to get around a truck.

“If we live that long,” Stone said, gritting his teeth. Dino was a fast driver at the most relaxed of times, but an emergency brought out the Fanzio in him. “Did you crack Deacon?”

“Nope; couldn’t get a word out of him; he’s too smart for that.”

“Shit!”

Dino gri

“Can Kelly hang it on him?”

“You bet he can. Deacon had blood on his shirt cuffs when Kelly saw him after the murder. He blackmailed Deacon for a spot in the DA’s Office. He’s lucky Deacon didn’t cut his throat.”

“Good going, Dino! What about Brougham?”

“He had to know about the doctored tape, but we won’t get him unless Deacon testifies against him. He’s already resigned, though.” Dino was cutting cross-country, avoiding the Long Island Expressway, cutting through residential neighborhoods and commercial districts.

Stone noted that their speed had never dropped below sixty, and at times was more than eighty. It was as fast as he’d ever traveled in an urban area.

“How did your conversation with Eduardo go?” Dino asked.