“Yes,” Stone said. “Lots of grass and trees.”
“How long a drive?”
“An hour and forty-five minutes, if we beat the worst of the traffic. If we don’t, who knows?” He tapped a number into the car phone.
“Mayflower Inn,” a woman’s voice said.
“Hi, this is Stone Barrington. May I have a table for two at eight?”
“Of course, Mr. Barrington. We’ll see you then.”
“We’re going to a country inn?” Holly asked.
“Only for dinner.” He left the park, turned right on Central Park West, then left onto Seventy-second Street.
“Why won’t you tell me where we’re going?” Holly asked.
“What’s the matter, don’t you like surprises?”
“I like them if they’re pleasant ones, and when they happen suddenly,” Holly said. “But not when I have to ponder them for an hour and forty-five minutes.”
“Daisy isn’t worried.”
“Yes, she is. She’s just being polite.”
“You be polite.”
“All right, I’ll shut up.” She laid her head against the headrest.
Stone switched on the radio and pushed a button, tuning it to 96.3 FM. Classical music filled the car. “Mozart,” he said.
“I know.”
He turned onto the Henry Hudson Parkway, then reached under the dash and fiddled with something. A loud beeping ensued, accompanied by flashing red lights. Then everything was quiet.
“What was that?”
“That was my super-duper radar detector and laser diffuser.”
She leaned over and looked at the speedometer as he changed lanes and accelerated. “I’d arrest you in Florida,” she said.
“I’ll get arrested in New York, if my detector doesn’t work. Would that make you happy?”
“Very. I like to see justice done.”
“Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it.”
Soon they were taking the curves of the Saw Mill River Parkway.
“Aren’t radar detectors illegal in New York State?” she asked.
“I’m not going to answer that without a lawyer present.”
“There is a lawyer present.”
“Oh, yeah. My lawyer just advised me not to answer. Anyway, we’re just passing through.”
“You mean, we’re going to another
“Other states are not very far away, when you live in New York City.”
“You ever heard of the Mann Act?”
He laughed. “You think I’m transporting you across a state line for immoral purposes?”
“I certainly hope so,” she replied.
They turned onto an interstate, then, after a few minutes, another. Twenty minutes after that, they were driving along country roads with forest on both sides.
“We’re in Connecticut,” she said.
“You recognize the trees?”
“No, I was tipped off by the sign a few miles back that said, ‘Welcome to Connecticut.’ ”
“No wonder you’re such a good cop.”
“I don’t miss much,” she said.
Holly dozed and woke up as they came to a stop sign. “Where are we?”
“Still in Connecticut; a town called Washington.” He turned left, went up a steep hill, then turned left at a white church. “This is the village green,” he said. A moment later, he turned into a drive and parked before a shingled cottage with a turret.
“Who lives here?” Holly asked.
“I do, when I can.”
They got out of the car, and Daisy immediately bounded into some bushes. Stone got the bags out and unlocked the front door. “Welcome to Washington,” he said.
“It’s lovely,” Holly replied, walking in and looking around. Daisy joined them and seemed to approve. “Who decorated it?”
“I sought various counsel,” Stone said.
“You mean various women.”
“Now I’m going to fix us a drink, then we’ll take Daisy for a walk on the property next door.”
“Will the owner mind?”
“He is not in residence. A writer used to live there, but he sold it to a producer, who never moved in. It’s back on the market.”
“How much?”
“You couldn’t afford it.”
“You forget: I have five million seven hundred and sixty thousand dollars stashed in a tree.”
“That might do it, but then you couldn’t afford the taxes. This place used to be the gatehouse, but the properties got separated fifty years ago. Bourbon?”
“Good.”
He made her the drink and handed it to her. “Now I want you to take three deep breaths.”
She did.
“Now drink your drink and stop thinking about what’s in New York.”
“Did those guys follow us?”
“I don’t think so. My guess is, they didn’t expect us to drive away.”
“Neither did I,” she said, sipping her bourbon.
24
STONE LED HOLLY and Daisy through an opening in a hedge, and they emerged onto a broad lawn decorated with magnificent old trees before a large, comfortable-looking, American shingle-style house.
Daisy ran here and there, sniffing the ground and poking her nose into bushes.
“I could live here,” Holly said.
“So could I, but I’ll never be that rich.”
“No hope at all?”
“I’m afraid not.”
“Can we break a window and see the inside of the house?”
“You’re suggesting breaking and entering? And you a law enforcement officer? As your attorney, I advise against it.”
“Oh, all right.”
Daisy had discovered the large swimming pool and was sniffing the surrounding bushes when a deer rocketed out of the brush and ran across the lawn, sending Daisy fleeing back to Holly.
“She’s never seen a deer before,” Holly laughed. “Don’t worry, sweetie,” she said, patting the dog, “I won’t let the bad deer get you.”
After half an hour’s walk they left Daisy in the house with her dinner and drove to the Mayflower Inn.
“Don’t you lock the door?” Holly asked.
“No need, it’s a peaceable sort of place.”
