Two-Dollar Bill

'Yes, I guess I am,' Stone said, rising. 'You get the bill,' he said to Eggers.

'Sure thing, Stone.'

'C'mon, boy, I'll give you a ride in my limousine,' Billy Bob said.

Stone followed him toward the door, stopping at a table to give Elaine a peck on the cheek. 'Good night, Elaine.'

'Good riddance,' she said.

3

STONE STEPPED OUT into the bitterly cold night and turned up his overcoat collar. Billy Bob joined him, overcoatless, and pointed at an absurdly long white limousine at the curb.

'Just hop in there, boy,' he said.

As he climbed into the enormous car, Stone tried to remember the last time someone had called him 'boy.' Probably when he was a boy, he concluded.

Billy Bob climbed into the car and settled in beside him, then, simultaneously with the slamming of the door, the window beside Stone suddenly crazed over, apparently because of a bullet hole in its center. This was followed quickly by two more bullets, and this time, Stone could hear the gun. He had not even had time to duck. He looked out the now-absent window in time to see a black Lincoln Town Car turn left onto Eighty-eighth Street, against the light, and disappear down the block.

He turned to speak to Billy Bob and found him no longer there. Stone hipped his way across the seat and got out of the curbside door, looking for Billy Bob. The Texan stood in the street, holding an old-fashioned Colt Single- Action Army six-shooter with a pearl handle, looking for a target.

'Are you nuts?' Stone yelled at him.

'Huh?' Billy Bob asked, noticing Stone for the first time.

Stone snatched the pistol out of his hand. 'Give me that!'

'Hey, what are you doin'?' Billy Bob demanded.

Stone stuck the weapon into his inside overcoat pocket. 'You can get three years at Riker's Island just for holding that thing in this town.'

'You mean New York won't support a man's Second Amendment right to bear arms?'

'Let's just say that the New York Police Department has a different interpretation of the Second Amendment than you do.'

Stone walked back toward Elaine's.

'Where are you going?'

'To get the police,' Stone called over his shoulder. 'Somebody has just tried to kill you, and if I were you, I'd get out of the street before they come back.' He went back into the restaurant and walked back to the table he had just left. 'You'd better get some people over here,' he said to Dino. 'Somebody just took a few shots at Woodman amp; Weld's newest client.'

'What!!!' Bill Eggers shouted.

'Yeah, you can really pick 'em, Bill.'

Dino got on his cell phone and called the cavalry.

FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER, Dino's detectives were conducting their preliminary investigation of the incident, and a criminalist was searching the car for bullet fragments.

One of the detectives walked over to Billy Bob, notebook in hand. 'You're Mr. Barnstormer, is that right?' the detective asked.

'That sure is right,' Billy Bob said.

'You got any identification, sir?'

Billy Bob produced a Texas driver's license.

'Is this your current address?' the detective asked, checking the license.

'It sure is.'

'Are you armed, Mr. Barnstormer?' the detective asked.

'Hold it, Billy Bob,' Stone said, placing a hand on his arm. 'My name is Barrington. I'm Mr. Barnstormer's attorney,' he said to the detective. 'I'd like to point out that your question is inappropriate, in the circumstances, since Mr. Barnstormer is the intended victim here, and I instruct him not to answer. I will tell you, though, that Mr. Barnstormer is not carrying a weapon.'

'Okay,' the detective said, making a note. 'Anybody see the car?'

'I did,' Stone replied. 'I was sitting next to the shot-out window, and I saw a black Lincoln Town Car make a hard left onto Eighty-eighth Street, running the light. It had New York plates, but I couldn't get the number.'

'Okay,' the detective said. 'Mr. Barnstormer, can you think of anyone in New York City who might want to cause you harm?'

Billy Bob looked at Stone.

'You can answer that one,' Stone said.

'Nope.'

'No one at all?'

Billy Bob looked at Stone again, and he nodded.

'Nope.'

'Do you know anybody in New York, Mr. Barnstormer?'

'Sure, I know lots of folks. I know Lieutenant Bacchetti over there, and I know a feller named Mr. Michael Bloomberg.'

'You know the mayor?' Stone asked, surprised.

'Yep, we're real tight, Mike and me.'

'I think that's all I need to know for the moment, Mr. Barnstomer,' the cop said. 'Where are you staying?'

'You can reach him through me,' Stone said, handing the detective his card. 'Can we go now? You through with the car?'

The criminalist walked over.

'You find anything?' the detective asked him.

'No bullet fragments,' the young man said, 'but I found some residue on the broken glass.'

'What kind of residue?'

'Whoever did the shooting used frangible ammo, the kind of stuff you use at the firing range. The slugs disintegrated on impact with the glass, which is why the window on the opposite side of the car didn't take any hits. Looks like you've got an environmentally conscious shooter.'

'A real citizen,' Stone said. 'Is the car released?'

'Sure,' the criminalist said.

'Are you through with Mr. Barnstormer?' Stone asked the detective.

'For the moment.'

'Thank you and good night,' Stone said, climbing into the car. 'Let's go, Billy Bob.'

The car pulled away from the curb, and Stone gave the driver the address before turning to his new client. 'All right, Billy Bob,' he said, 'what the fuck was that all about?'

'How the hell should I know?' Billy Bob responded.

'You don't know who your enemies are?'

'I don't have no enemies, to speak of.'

'What about the ones not to speak of?'

'Well, you know, you do business, you piss off a few people along the way.'

'You do much business in New York?'

'Now and again.'

'You do business with anybody of a criminal nature?'

'Well, you never know what folks do in their spare time.'