As Stone left his house that evening to look for a cab to Elaine’s, a black Lincoln that was double-parked a couple of doors up the street started to move slowly. He looked over his shoulder, as if looking for a cab, which he was, and checked out the car. Darkened windows. He suddenly regretted that he was not armed.
He walked down to Third Avenue and hailed a cab, and fifteen minutes later he was sipping his first Knob Creek. Dino arrived five minutes later, simultaneously with his first Scotch, via waiter.
“You’re looking very fresh and relaxed,” Dino said.
“I am exactly that,” Stone replied. “I found a replacement for Marilyn this afternoon, and the woman is an angel.”
“I want to meet her,” Dino said.
“Come around this time tomorrow evening and have a drink with us, but don’t stick around for dinner, even if I invite you to, which I won’t.”
“What’s she like?”
“That’ll be a surprise; you’re not going to believe what you see.”
“I take it that’s a favorable assessment of her charms.”
“You may infer that. Oh, and she knows Marilyn—they used to work at the same day spa—and she tells me that Marilyn has retired from the business and moved into an apartment paid for by a married lawyer, who is…”
“Bernie Finger.”
“You’re so smart.”
“That’s a cheesy thing to do, send his girlfriend around to spy on you.”
“I’m going to make him pay for that before all this is over.”
“And how will you do that?”
“I don’t know, but I’ll think of something.” Stone looked up to see two large men in shiny clothes walk into the restaurant and be seated across the room. “Dino, was there a black Lincoln parked out front when you came in?”
“There’s a black Lincoln parked outside every restaurant in New York,” Dino said.
“Including this one?”
“Yeah, it’s there.”
“I think it belongs to the two gorillas over there,” Stone said, deliberately pointing with his arm outstretched at the pair.
They feigned looking at the menu and sipped their drinks.
Stone waved Gianni over. “What are the two apes over there drinking?”
Gianni gave them a glance. “Chivas Regal.”
“What’s the worst Scotch you stock?”
“We’ve got something called Great Scot. We use it to discourage those who’ve had too much to drink. It tastes like paint thinner, with iodine.”
“Send them one on me, and make sure you tell them it’s from me.”
Gianni headed for the bar.
“You think Carmine is having you followed?”
“Carmine or Bernie. I think they’re trying to intimidate me.”
“Is it working?”
“Not yet.” Stone watched as the drinks were delivered to their table and Gianni delivered the message. The two tried to look baffled but raised their glasses in thanks to Stone and drank. Both looked stricken, and one of them waved Gianni back. A brief conversation took place: What the hell was this Scotch? Gianni explains that Stone specified it. They glower at Stone.
“Message received,” Dino said. “I have to tell you, I think it’s a faulty strategy to deliberately annoy people who are already considering beating you up.”
“I don’t think they’ve been told to do that yet, or they would have done it as soon as I left the house this evening.”
“They followed you from your house?”
“Yep.”
“I hope you locked up tight.”
“I always lock up tight.”
“Did you set the alarm?”
“Yep.”
“You forget to do that a lot.”
“Dino, I set the alarm, all right?”
“Whatever you say.” He sounded doubtful.
Stone got out his cell phone, dialed a number and, when it answered, punched in several numbers.
“What was that all about?”
“I was setting the alarm.”
“You can do that with your cell phone?”
“It’s a new feature I just got.”
“That’s a good idea for somebody who’s always forgetting to set the alarm.”
“I don’t think Dattila would have my house broken into. Would he?”
“Stone, if those two guys are Dattila’s and if they haven’t already beaten you up after tasting that Scotch, then this is a war of nerves. And if that’s what it is, then turning over your house would be exactly the sort of thing Dattila would do. It’s all about driving you nuts.”
“Order me the spinach salad, chopped, and the spaghetti carbonara,” Stone said, rising. “And loan me your backup gun. I’ll be back shortly.”
Dino passed him a small automatic under a napkin, and Stone slipped it into a pocket. He went outside to get a cab, then he saw the black Lincoln. He went over and tapped on the driver’s window, and it slid down.
“Yeah?” a thick voice asked.
“You’re driving the two guys inside?”
“Yeah.”
“My name’s Barrington; they said you could run me down to Turtle Bay and back. I’m a friend of Carmine’s. Only take a couple of minutes.”
“Okay,” the man said.
Stone heard the electric locks click, and he got into the backseat. When they reached his house, Stone had a quick look around inside to be sure nothing had gone amiss during the time the alarm had not been set, then he went up to his dressing room, opened the safe and took out the little Tussey .45 and a holster. Shortly he was back at Elaine’s. Stone opened the door. “Thanks very much,” he said to the driver.
“Don’t mention it.”
“Oh, I almost forgot: The two guys said they wouldn’t need you anymore this evening.”
“Great,” the man said. “The game’s still on, I think.”
“Good night,” Stone said with a cheery wave. “Enjoy the game.” He went back inside and sat down, slipping Dino his backup piece under the table. The spinach salad appeared before him.
“You checked the house?”
“Yeah, everything was fine.”
“Did you set the alarm when you left?”
“Shit,” Stone said, getting out his cell phone and going through the procedure again.
“You always forget to do that,” Dino said.
“Dino, if you say that again I’m going to dump this salad over your head.”
“Good thing you got that cell phone feature; it’ll be invaluable.”
Stone sighed deeply and began eating his salad.
At the end of the evening, Stone and Dino walked out to look for a cab home. A moment later, the two gorillas appeared at the curb, looking around, mystified. One of them got on his cell phone, apparently looking for his driver.
“Have a nice evening, fellas,” Stone said as he got into a cab.