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.

When she was safely inside, Fred got back into the car. “I’m very sorry about all this, Mr. Barrington,” he said.

“You have nothing to be sorry about, Fred.”

“I should not have left the garage with that window open.”

“It was not an unreasonable thing to do. Don’t worry about it.” Stone thought about that. “On the other hand, go on worrying about it. Dino and I think the shooter was after me, not Major Rattle.”

“Then I shall go on worrying about it,” Fred said.

“Call the Bentley dealer and order a repair or a new seat. Worry about that first.”

—

Frank met Jimmy James at a restaurant by the water. Jimmy stood out in the group, because he was wearing a pin-striped suit and necktie, whereas most of the other male customers seemed to believe themselves to be in Honolulu.

They ordered drinks and lunch; Frank declined the drink.

“Let’s get down to business,” Jimmy said. “Are the police in New York looking for Frank Riggs?”

“No,” Frank said honestly. “They’re looking for Frank Russo, and they’re not going to find him.”

“Why not?”

“Because I took precautions some time ago,” Frank said. “I have a genuine Florida driver’s license, carry license, and U.S. passport in the name of Franklin George Riggs, and I bought my apartment three years ago under that name. I also have a Miami bank account, credit cards, and a credit history here.” He indicated the stubble on his upper lip. “And I’ve always thought I’d look great with a mustache, and I’ve given up my contacts for these.” He pointed at his glasses.

“How are you fixed for cash?”

“I’m comfortable.”

“Does anybody—anybody at all—know where you are?”

“Just Susie. My former partner thinks I’m in L.A., and he doesn’t know what I’m driving or what name I’m using.”

“Do you have a wife?”

“I had a woman I called my wife. She’s sitting on a stash that will keep her comfortable for a while. She owns a house that I paid for, and she has a good job. And not even she knows where I am. We won’t be speaking again.”

“You’re a fellow who knows how to burn his bridges.”

“I am.”

“I admire that, and I think you and I may be able to do business.”

“I’m very impressed with you, Jim, but that depends on what you’ve got in mind. I’m not up for any business that requires a gun to close a deal.”

“Frank, I’m an attorney, and I never carry a gun. How would you like to be an attorney?”

“It’s a little late in life for me to be going to law school.”

“Of course it is, but you’d be surprised how rarely the law comes up in my business. A law license is very good cover, though, and I can supply you with one, along with a very nice diploma and a transcript from your alma mater. It’s instant respectability, and as I said, very good cover.”

“That’s an attractive idea,” Frank said. “What’s it a cover for?”

“Loan sharking, planning and financing robberies—but never participating in them. I’m the money behind a couple of bookies, too. My cash flow is excellent.”

“I’m interested in excellent cash flow,” Frank said.

Stone called Dino the following morning.

“Hey,” Dino said. “I guess you want to know if we’ve caught your shooter yet.”

“A positive answer would be an excellent start to this conversation.”

“Then let’s begin at the beginning: Who wants you dead?”

“Only one guy that I know of, and he got dead first.”

“The Russians again, maybe?”

“I think Lance Cabot negotiated me out of that mess. They might like to see me dead, but I don’t think they want to unnecessarily piss off the CIA.”

“I’ll buy that.”

“We talked about Ryan and Parisi the younger.”

“Like I said, from what we hear on our recordings, young Parisi is rich now, and Ryan has been given a payoff and told to go away.”