Текст книги "Foreign Affairs"
Автор книги: Stuart Woods
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13
Stone locked the door.
“What’s up?” Hedy asked.
“I don’t know, Ernie said to lock the door.”
“Would you like a drink?” she asked.
“Not right now. I want to find out what’s happening, first.” There was a sharp metallic rapping on the door, and Stone walked over to it. “Who is it?”
“Hal.”
Stone unlocked the door, and Hal walked in.
“We made a couple of bad guys in the neighborhood and watched them for a few minutes. They appeared to be searching, and they finally got into a car and left.”
“That’s good. Do you think they know we’re in the neighborhood?”
“Possibly.”
“How could they?”
“Have you used your own phone today?”
“No, I used the one you gave me.”
“Let me see your iPhone.”
Stone handed it over.
Hal removed the SIM card and handed it to Stone. “Don’t put this into the phone until you want to use it.” He did the same to Hedy’s iPhone. “It could be that they picked up on one or both of your phones when you were at the Hassler and tracked them to this street but weren’t able to localize on the apartment. This is a densely populated neighborhood, and even with a signal they might be unable to zero in on you. For instance, even if they got the building right, they wouldn’t be able to tell what floor you’re on. The good news is, we were able to put a tracker on their car, so if it returns, we’ll get a heads-up on our receiving equipment.”
“That’s good to know.”
“What are your dinner plans?”
“We haven’t made any.”
“I don’t want you to get cabin fever. There’s a nice place directly across the street from you, with a name something like Italian for white cat. Try that.”
“Okay.”
“Somebody will have eyes on you all the time, and if we spot anybody, we’ll handle it. We’ll call you if any action on your part is needed. Don’t carry the gun—somebody might spot it, and we don’t want to cause a fuss.”
“As you wish.”
“I’d go to dinner no later than seven,” Hal said. “That will guarantee you a table, and the place will be crowded later.”
Hal let himself out of the apartment, and Stone locked the door behind him.
“How about that drink now?” Hedy asked.
“What are my choices?”
“Is Knob Creek okay?”
“Where on earth did you get that?”
“I found it in a shop down the street, amazingly enough. They had two bottles, and I bought both of them.” She poured them each a drink.
“I didn’t know you were a bourbon drinker,” he said.
“I’m a Georgia girl, little town called Delano. We didn’t even have a liquor store, but we managed.”
“How did Arthur Steele become your stepfather?”
“My mother moved to New York when I was in college, and she got a job at an insurance agency. She met Arthur there, when he came to see her boss. Next thing I knew, she was married to him and living on Fifth Avenue. They invited me up for Thanksgiving, and that was the first time I met him.”
“Was it love at first sight for the two of you?”
“No, but we got along. He was nice enough to give me a trust fund, the income from which has allowed me to be a painter. It took me ten years to start making a living from selling my work.”
“Arthur must have a soft spot for you.”
“He has a soft spot for my mother, and whatever it cost him, it was worth it not to have her worrying about whether I was starving. Arthur is a pragmatic man.”
–
At seven they walked across the street to the little restaurant, and it turned out to be very good.
“I guess I’m going to have to get used to having Italian food every night,” Hedy said.
“That’s no strain for me,” Stone said. “I love Italian food.” There were no spirits available, so he ordered a bottle of Amarone.
Stone’s phone rang. “Hello?”
“It’s Hal. The car we bugged is back in the neighborhood. Be prepared to leave cash on the table and leave, if necessary.”
“Okay.” Stone saw Ernie walk past a window near their table, and he shifted his chair to the other side, so as to face the street.
“Anything wrong?” Hedy asked.
“Not yet,” Stone said.
14
Ernie appeared in the restaurant window again. He was looking up the street and held up a hand as if to say, “Stop.”
Then he turned, looked directly at Stone, and beckoned.
Stone left cash on the table, took Hedy’s hand, and towed her to the door. Ernie walked up. “Just one second,” he said, looking up the street again. “When I say go, walk quickly across the street and under the arch.”
Stone waited patiently.
“What’s happening?” Hedy asked.
“I’ll tell you in a minute.”
“Go,” Ernie said.
Stone took Hedy’s hand and hurried her across the street and into the courtyard. When they were on the elevator, Hedy demanded information again.
“Ernie and Hal saw someone who made them uncomfortable,” Stone said. “They wanted us to cross the street without being seen.”
“Okay,” Hedy said. “Is this how we have to live our lives for the next three weeks?”
“You don’t have to. If you don’t want to go back to New York, I think it’s best if I move to a hotel for the duration, whatever that is. Or, if you like, we can go to Paris until things cool off here.”
“Why Paris?”
“Because I have a house there.”
“God, how many houses do you have?”
“It’s a weakness of mine—I like having houses in places I like.”
“But not Rome?”
“I haven’t spent much time here for a long time. In fact, until this trip, I had never spent much more than a long weekend here.”
He let them into the apartment and locked the door behind them.
“I thought you were just an attorney,” Hedy said, “but attorneys don’t make enough money to have houses all over the place.”
“Some attorneys do. I’m also an investor in two privately owned corporations that make money.”
“Is one of them the hotel business?”
“Yes.”
“What’s the other?”
“Strategic Services, who are providing our security.”
“All right, tell me where I would be safe.”
Stone thought about that. “Hawaii.”
“Why Hawaii?”
“It’s a long way from here, and it doesn’t have a Mafia that I’m aware of.”
“Am I safer in Hawaii than in Paris?”
“Paris is just as safe.”
“All right, let’s go to Paris—at least I can paint there.”
There was a rap on the Great Iron Door.
“Who is it?”
“Hal.”
Stone opened the door. “We’re going to need a ride to Ciampino Airport tomorrow morning, early, before the Mafia wakes up.”
“Okay,” Hal said. “I’ll have a car here. What time?”
“Eight o’clock should be okay.”
“Done. Everything okay here?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll have a look around.”
“Go ahead.”
Hal disappeared into the apartment; after a moment he came back and crooked a finger at Stone.
Stone followed him into the bedroom. The words Go Home! were written on the bedspread in what looked a lot like blood.
Stone whipped the bedspread off the bed, so that Hedy wouldn’t see it. “Make it seven AM for the car,” he said.
–
While they were having a very early breakfast the following morning, Stone called Pat Frank’s office in New York.
“I’d like the airplane out of the hangar, full tanks, file for Le Bourget at eight AM,” he said to the person on duty.
“Roger wilco,” the young woman said. “Your flight plan will be waiting for you at Sky Services. Do you require catering?”
“No, thanks. Just ask them to be sure the airplane has been topped off with fuel. They were supposed to do it on arrival, but be sure.”
“Certainly. We recommend Landmark Aviation at Le Bourget. Would you like hangarage there?”
“Yes, and fueling on arrival.”
“And a car and driver into Paris?”
“Yes, please.”
“Please let us know if we can be of further help.”
“I’ll do that.” Stone hung up and turned to Hedy. “If you like, you can leave your painting equipment here, and I’ll buy you replacements in Paris.”
“Good idea. I won’t have to pack everything.”
–
They beat the rush hour traffic out of Rome and were at the airport in half an hour. Stone’s Citation CJ3+ awaited on the ramp. Hal loaded their luggage while Stone did the preflight inspection.
“You have a choice of seating,” Stone said to Hedy. “In the copilot’s seat or in the cabin.”
“You weren’t kidding when you said you flew yourself?”
“Nope.”
“I’ll take the copilot’s seat,” she said.
“Do you want me to have you met at the other end?” Hal asked.
“I don’t think so, we’re not quite so hot in Paris.”
He got Hedy seated and buckled in, then closed the door and began running through his checklist. He started the engines, then entered the flight plan into the computer and checked the weather report. Shortly they were at the end of the runway and cleared for takeoff.
“Here we go,” Stone said to Hedy.
“What should I hold on to?”
“It’s just like the airlines, relax.” He pushed the throttles forward and the airplane accelerated quickly. He rotated, then raised the landing gear and the flaps and switched on the autopilot.
Hedy made a swooshing sound.
“Have you been holding your breath?” Stone asked.
“Yes, I didn’t even realize it.”
“The autopilot is flying the airplane now,” he said. “It will continue to do so until we’re on final approach to Le Bourget.”
“Is that supposed to make me feel better?”
“I don’t think anything will make you feel better,” Stone said, “but it’s too late to get out and walk.”
–
An hour and a half later the airplane touched down at Le Bourget.
“Well, that was fairly painless,” Hedy said, when Stone had shut down the engines.
“It usually is,” Stone said. Stone got out of the pilot’s seat and opened the door. A large car pulled up to the airplane, and Stone unlocked the luggage compartment and began handing the driver their bags.
Reflexively, Stone looked around the ramp for suspicious cars or people. He saw nothing, but somehow, he didn’t feel relieved.
15
When they arrived at the entrance to Stone’s mews in Saint-Germain-des-Prés, the gates were open; Joan had arranged for them to be expected. As they got out of the car, the gates closed.
“Wow,” Hedy said, looking around the mews. “This is beautiful.”
“That’s what I thought when I first saw it,” Stone said.
“This is the first thing I’m going to paint,” she said.
“And I will be the customer for your painting.”
The driver took their bags inside. Stone introduced Hedy to the housekeeper, Marie, who then took the driver and the luggage upstairs to the master suite.
Hedy walked into the living room and looked around. “This is like a beautiful set in a French movie.”
“That’s not exactly an accident,” Stone said. “Although the house was sparsely furnished when I bought it, I hired a woman who has a shop around the corner to decorate it to my specifications. Her shop specializes in supplying movie set designers with furnishings. By the way, there’s an artist’s supply shop a couple of doors down from her. They should have what you need.”
“Then I’m going there now,” Hedy said. “Which way?”
“Out the gate, take a right, and it’s half a dozen shops down the street.” He took a key from a kitchen drawer and gave it to her. “This will get you back in through the door in the gate.”
Hedy departed, and Marie returned with the driver. Stone tipped him and sent him on his way.
“Welcome home, Mr. Barrington,” Marie said in her heavily accented English. “How long will you be with us?”
“I’m not sure, Marie, a few days, at least.”
“I’ve prepared some food for dinner tonight. May I get you some lunch? Perhaps an omelet?”
“Let’s wait until Hedy comes back.”
“As you wish.” Marie disappeared into the kitchen.
Stone sat down in the living room and phoned Marcel in Rome.
“Hello, Stone, I tried to call you at the Hassler, but you had gone, and your cell phone didn’t answer.”
“I’m sorry about that, Marcel. The security people insisted that I disable it. I’ll have it working again in a few minutes.”
“Where are you?”
“In Paris. We had a threat, and I thought it best to get out of town for a bit. How is it going there?”
“Michael Freeman’s people have been excellent. It seems that I was not as secure here as I had thought.”
“Have there been any incidents since I saw you?”
“Only that Mr. Casselli continues to call each day, and I continue to refuse to speak to him. The new construction company begins today clearing away the ruins of the old hotel. They will be ready to start construction in a week or so. The architects have produced elevations and infrastructure plans already, and they are beautiful. My instructions to them were to make the building look as if it has always been there.”
“Perfect.”
“I believe Dino has been trying to reach you. He called here a couple of times.”
“I’ll call him right away.”
“Have a good time in Paris. Will you be coming here afterwards?”
“If you need me.”
“I’ll try not to, but you never know.”
Stone said goodbye and then called Dino, who was still in his office.
“Where the hell have you been?”
“I had to disappear for a few days, and Mike’s people insisted I disable my cell phone. Not soon enough, though. Casselli’s people managed to track me down. We arrived in Paris an hour and a half ago.”
“Ah, Paris.”
“Why don’t you and Viv join me for a few days?”
“I’ll see if I can think of a good enough excuse. In the meantime, I’ve spoken with a man named Massimo Bertelli, in Rome, who is head of the Italian Anti-Mafia Investigative Department, or DIA, and asked him advice on how you should proceed.”
“I’d be grateful for his advice,” Stone replied.
“He’s assigned a special team to monitor your situation and to take such action as is required. He says to stonewall Casselli, to give him nothing. He’s unaccustomed to that sort of stand, and it will rattle him.”
“That is exactly what Marcel and I have done and will continue to do, though I have to say he’s managed to rattle us.”
“You’re better off in Paris. There’s nothing you can do in Rome but advise Marcel, and you can do that on the phone.”
“I don’t want to run out on Marcel.”
“Don’t overestimate your importance.”
“Gee, thanks.”
“Let me talk to Viv and see what her schedule is, then I’ll get back to you about coming to Paris.”
“Do that, it would be good to see you both.” Stone hung up.
Hedy was just coming through the door. “I got what I needed,” she said. “Everything will be delivered in an hour.”
“Lunch?”
“Great.”
“An omelet?”
“Perfect.”
Stone went to the kitchen and gave Marie their order.
He went back to the living room, found his cell phone, and reinstalled the SIM chip, then put it into his pocket. Less than a minute passed before it rang. He checked the caller ID window, but got nothing. “Hello?”
“This is Leonardo Casselli,” a voice said.
Stone hung up. He removed the SIM chip, then used the landline to call Joan in New York.
“You got there okay?”
“I did. I’d like you to do something for me.”
“Okay.”
“Please go to the Apple store and buy me a new iPhone, with a new number. Get it authorized and working, then FedEx it to me in Paris.”
“You lose the old one?”
“No, I just don’t want to use it. I’ll back up the new one to the iCloud and get all my files and apps onto the new phone.”
“Will do.”
Stone put his phone and the SIM chip into his briefcase; he could live a day without using it.
The omelet was perfect.
16
After lunch, Hedy took her easel and paints into the mews, picked a spot, set up, and began to paint. Stone found a half-finished book next to his easy chair and set about finishing it. He read until the shadows outside were long, then he put his head back and dozed for a while.
He was awakened by the slamming of the front door. Hedy came into the room, wiping paint from her hands, and kissed him on the forehead. “Sorry about the noise, the door got away from me.” She held up the painting.
“Wonderful!” he said. “And sold!”
“It’s my gift to you for keeping me entertained and safe, not necessarily in that order.”
The phone rang, and Stone picked it up. “Hello?”
“It’s Dino. We’re booked on a late plane, and we should be at your house by ten tomorrow morning.”
“Then I’ll put sheets on the bed. See you then.” He hung up. “My friend Dino Bacchetti and his wife, Viv, are joining us for a few days. They’ll be here mid-morning tomorrow.”
“Oh, good. He’s the cop, right?”
“New York City’s top cop.”
“Then I’ll feel even safer. When’s dinner?”
“At seven.”
“Then I’m going to have a bath and change.” She kissed him again and went upstairs.
Stone went into the kitchen and asked Marie to get a guest room ready. She nodded, then went on cooking.
–
The following morning Stone was awakened by the doorbell, and a moment later Marie knocked on the door and entered. “Federal Express,” she said, handing him a package.
“It’s my new phone,” he said to Hedy, who was stirring.
“Why a new phone?”
“Because Casselli doesn’t have the number.”
They had breakfast in bed, then showered and went downstairs to greet their guests. At the stroke of ten, the gate bell rang, and Stone buzzed in the car carrying the Bacchettis. He embraced them both, then introduced them to Hedy, while the driver and Marie made their luggage disappear.
“Breakfast?” he asked them.
“We had it on the plane,” Dino said. “Just coffee, after we’ve cleaned up a little.”
–
They came down looking brighter, and Stone gave them his new phone number. “Put that in your phone,” he said to both of them.
“Why the new number?”
“Because Casselli has the old one, and I got tired of hanging up on him.”
They settled into the living room for coffee.
“I’ve done a little research on Casselli,” Dino said. “He has a record in New York going back to his teens, but about fifteen years ago he came over all respectable and started giving money to hospitals and museums.”
“Sounds like he was using Eduardo Bianchi as his model.”
“Maybe so. But he got his fingers caught in a wringer when one of his people started talking to the FBI. They put the guy in the Witness Protection Program and the U.S. attorney started putting together a RICO indictment for Casselli. He didn’t stick around for the service of the papers. He got on a plane to Rome, and he’s been there ever since. He has a house in Naples, too, and a place in Positano, where you met him.”
“How did the Italian Mob receive him?”
“Coldly, at first, but they warmed up after a couple of big dons suddenly disappeared, never to be heard from again, and pretty soon Casselli was in the driver’s seat. It took him a little less than a year. Since then, nobody has challenged him. Except Marcel, of course, and you.”
“It’s not like we want to take turf from him.”
“No, you’re already on his turf, and he expects to get his pound of flesh from anybody who treads there.”
“I don’t think I can spare a pound of flesh,” Stone said.
“That’s my boy, just keep annoying him until he rears up and disappears you.”
“That’s encouraging.”
“I just want you to know what you’re up against. Casselli has a long memory, and he can be very patient. The downside is, he can be very impatient, too.”
“Maybe I should have Mike’s people get Marcel out of Rome and back to Paris.”
“And how are you going to do that?”
“By reminding him how close he came to losing everything to the Russians last year.”
“I don’t think Marcel is accustomed to feeling vulnerable,” Dino said. “Maybe you’re underestimating him.”
“I hope so,” Stone said.
17
It was nearly lunchtime when Stone’s new cell phone rang, and the caller ID number was blocked. “Hello?” he said cautiously, prepared to hang up again if it was Casselli.
“Stone, it’s Lance,” Lance Cabot said.
“Lance, how did you get this number?”
“And good day to you, too. Is there some reason I shouldn’t have this number?”
“Yes, I’ve had it for no more than a couple of hours, and I got it for the specific reason that—”
“Yes, yes, I know about all of that. Mr. Casselli was making a pest of himself.”
“Right, and if you can get the number, can’t Casselli?”
“I very much doubt it—after all, I’m the director of fucking Central Intelligence, and I can get anybody’s number. I don’t believe Leo Casselli can. Do you mind very much speaking to me?”
“Of course not, I’m just concerned that I was so easy to find.”
“Oh, all right, when I got an out-of-order recording on your old number, I called your secretary, Joan, and she gave me the new one. I don’t think she would give it to Casselli, so stop worrying.”
“All right, I won’t worry.”
“Actually, perhaps you should worry just a little, because Casselli called you yesterday and was connected to your old number for a couple of seconds.”
“Yes, I’m aware of that.”
“That was long enough for him to get a fix on your general location, if he has the right equipment, and I’m sure he does, so you should assume he knows you’re in Paris.”
“Swell.”
“But, if you hung up immediately, he probably doesn’t have your street address.”
“Well, that’s a relief.”
“Don’t be relieved too quickly, he might have gotten it.”
“Oh?”
“But don’t worry, I’ve got a fix on Casselli’s phone, and he’s still in Rome.”
“That’s good to know.”
“Of course, he may be sending his minions to Paris as we speak.”
“I can’t win, can I?”
“Of course, if they don’t have your street address, they can’t find you, can they?”
“It’s always so reassuring to talk to you, Lance.”
“I’m glad to hear it. I suppose you’re wondering why I’m calling.”
“That crossed my mind.”
“Rick LaRose is going to come to see you.” Rick was the Paris station chief for the Central Intelligence Agency.
“It’s always a pleasure to see Rick.”
“Not this time. He’s going to ask you to do something you won’t want to do.”
“And what would that be?”
“I can’t talk about it on the phone. Rick will explain it all when you see him.”
“I can hardly wait.”
“Don’t be sarcastic, Stone, it doesn’t suit you.”
“Would you prefer irony?”
“That doesn’t suit you, either.”
“And what is Rick going to do for me, in return for my doing something for you that I won’t want to do?”
“He’s going to keep Casselli and his friends from capturing you and barbecuing you on a spit.”
“Is that what Casselli wants to do to me?”
“He did that to someone very recently—last week, I think.”
“You’re just trying to frighten me.”
“I am, because you should be frightened. Under Casselli’s thin veneer of respectability, he’s really a vile and barbaric creature. I wouldn’t put anything past him. I could tell you stories from our file on him that would turn your hair white.”
“Don’t, please.”
“If you’re nice to Rick, I won’t.”
“I’ll be as nice to him as I can be, under the circumstances.”
“I was looking for a more unqualified response.”
“That’s the best I can do—under the circumstances.”
“I suppose. I understand the new girl, Ms. Kiesler, is very nice.”
“You know about her, too?”
“Stone, we’ve known each other for a long time—when are you going to get used to the fact that I know everything about everybody?”
“Never.”
“Would you like me to tell you something about Ms. Kiesler that you don’t know?”
“Thank you, no. I’d prefer to hear it from her.”
“As you wish, but she may prefer to keep it from you.”
“As she wishes.”
“If your curiosity overwhelms you, call me.”
“Goodbye, Lance.”
“Goodbye, Stone.”
