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by Stuart Woods




  Stuart Woods 6 Stone Barrington Novels

  L.A. Dead

  Cold Paradise

  The Short Forever

  Dirty Work

  Reckless Abandon

  Two-Dollar Bill

  Stuart Woods

  Table of Contents

  L.A. Dead

  Cold Paradise

  The Short Forever

  Dirty Work

  Reckless Abandon

  Two-Dollar Bill

  Praise for L.A. Dead

  “Alive with action and humor . . . so delightfully, typically Woods, it will send his fans into paroxysms of joy. . . . Entertainment novels can’t get any better than this.”

  —The Associated Press

  “One of the smoothest writers in the pop-literature biz and always a pleasure to read. . . . A stylish whodunit.”

  —The Detroit News

  “Barrington’s fans will likely welcome the detective’s newest California-chic adventure.”

  —Publishers Weekly

  “[A] nerve-racking thriller.”

  —The Stuart News/Port St. Lucie News (FL)

  Praise for Stuart Woods and His Bestselling Novels

  “An action-packed puzzler.”

  —People

  “Keeps you turning page after page.”

  —The Washington Post

  “A whale of a story.”

  —The New York Times

  “Blackmail, murder, suspense, love—what else could you want in a book?”

  —Cosmopolitan

  “Terrific.”

  —Pat Conroy

  “A fast-paced thriller.”

  —Rocky Mountain News

  “Another gem. . . . A book to read and get chills from on even the hottest day.”

  —San Diego Union-Tribune

  “Woods delivers a marvelously sophisticated, thoroughly modern, old-fashioned read.”

  —Publishers Weekly (starred review)

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  Copyright © Stuart Woods, 2000

  Excerpt from Orchid Blues copyright © Stuart Woods, 2001

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  eISBN : 978-1-101-10013-4

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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Dedication

  One

  Two

  Three

  Four

  Five

  Six

  Seven

  Eight

  Nine

  Ten

  Eleven

  Twelve

  Thirteen

  Fourteen

  Fifteen

  Sixteen

  Seventeen

  Eighteen

  Nineteen

  Twenty

  Twenty-one

  Twenty-two

  Twenty-three

  Twenty-four

  Twenty-five

  Twenty-six

  Twenty-seven

  Twenty-eight

  Twenty-nine

  Thirty

  Thirty-one

  Thirty-two

  Thirty-three

  Thirty-four

  Thirty-five

  Thirty-six

  Thirty-seven

  Thirty-eight

  Thirty-nine

  Forty

  Forty-one

  Forty-two

  Forty-three

  Forty-four

  Forty-five

  Forty-six

  Forty-seven

  Forty-eight

  Forty-nine

  Fifty

  Fifty-one

  Fifty-two

  Fifty-three

  Fifty-four

  Fifty-five

  Fifty-six

  Fifty-seven

  Fifty-eight

  Fifty-nine

  Sixty

  Sixty-one

  Sixty-two

  Acknowledgements

  Author’s Note

  One

  ELAINE’S, LATE. STONE BARRINGTON AND DINO BACCHETTI sat at table number four, looking grim. Elaine joined them.

  “So, what’s happening here? You two look like you’re going to start shooting any minute.”

  “I’m getting married,” Stone said. “Congratulate me.”

  “Congratulations,” Elaine said. “Anybody you know?”

  “Hilarious,” Stone said.

  “It would be, if it weren’t so insane,” Dino added.

  “You and Dolce are really going to do this?” Elaine asked, incredulous.

  “Now don’t you start,” Stone growled.

  “He won’t listen to me,” Dino said. “I’ve been telling him for a year to stay away from her.”

  “What’ve you got against your sister-in-law?” Elaine asked him.

  “First of all, she’s my sister-in-law,” Dino replied. “Second, she’s evil. Her old man is the devil, and Dolce is his handmaiden.”

  “Don’t start that again, Dino,” Stone said. “I don’t want to hear it anymore. We’re in love, we’re getting married, and that’s it. What’s wrong with that?”

  Elaine shrugged
. “You’re still in love with Arrington,” she said. “Everybody knows that.”

  “What do you mean, ‘everybody’?” Stone demanded.

  “Me and Dino,” Elaine replied.

  “Right,” Dino chimed in.

  “She’s married; she has a child,” Stone said.

  “So?” Elaine queried. “So, she’s married to a movie star; nobody ever took a girl away from a movie star? Happens all the time.”

  “I’m not breaking up anybody’s marriage,” Stone said, “and Arrington knows it. I’ve told her so. Anyway, there’s the boy.”

  “Wouldn’t be the first kid raised by a stepfather,” Elaine said.

  “I think it’s Stone’s kid, anyway,” Dino said.

  “Dino, I told you, the blood test was done; I saw the lab report. The boy is Vance Calder’s, and that’s all there is to it. I’m not taking a kid away from his father. Besides, I like Vance.”

  “What’s not to like?” Elaine asked. “He’s handsome; he’s the biggest star in Hollywood; he’s the most charming man I ever met.” She sipped her drink. “Present company included,” she added.

  “Thanks,” Stone said. “I needed that.”

  “So, when’s the happy day?” Elaine asked. “You going to be a June bride?”

  “Monday,” Stone replied. “In Venice.”

  “This is Thursday,” Elaine pointed out. “What the hell are you doing here?”

  “We’re leaving tonight,” Stone said.

  “I got news for you. It’s after midnight, all the flights have departed.”

  “We’re taking a private jet, belongs to some friend of Eduardo.”

  “Not bad,” Elaine said, looking impressed. “That way, you get to your hotel late enough tomorrow, so you don’t have to wait for the people in your room to check out.”

  “Eduardo has a palazzo,” Dino said. “We’re being forced to stay there.”

  “You’re going, too?” Elaine asked, incredulous again.

  “He’s my best man,” Stone said glumly.

  “If I don’t go, my wife will divorce me,” Dino said.

  “She’s Italian,” Elaine pointed out. “She won’t divorce you.”

  “The Bianchi family has found a way around that,” Dino said. “Remember how Dolce got divorced?”

  “I didn’t know she was married,” Elaine said.

  “A youthful indiscretion. She married a capo in the Bonnano family when she was nineteen. It lasted less than three weeks, until she caught him in her bed with her maid of honor.”

  “So she got a divorce?”

  “Not for some years. When it was inconvenient for her to still be married, the guy turned up in New York dead. Took two in the back of the head, a classic hit.”

  “Let me get this straight,” Elaine said, turning toward Stone. “The girl you’re marrying on Monday in Venice had her ex popped?”

  “Of course not,” Stone said hotly. “That’s Dino’s theory. In the guy’s line of work, it was an occupational hazard. Anybody could have had it done.”

  “Yeah, sure,” Dino said. “Funny, it didn’t get done until Dolce decided to throw a bag over Stone’s head and lead him to the altar.”

  Stone glanced at his watch. “Dolce and Mary Ann are going to be here any minute. I want you to decide what you’re going to do, Dino; are you going to stand up for me, or not? And if you are, I don’t want to hear another word about Eduardo and his connections. You married into the family, too, remember?”

  “Yeah, with a bun in the oven and a gun to my head. If I hadn’t married her, I’d be at the bottom of Sheepshead Bay right now, with a concrete block up my ass.”

  “You love that girl, Dino,” Elaine said, “and the boy, too. You know goddamned well you do.”

  Dino looked into his drink and said nothing.

  “Make up your mind, Dino,” Stone said. He looked up to see Dolce and Mary Ann walk into the restaurant. “They’re here.” He stood up to greet them.

  “All right, all right,” Dino said. “I guess I can’t let you go over there by yourself.”

  Stone kissed the gorgeous Dolce. She was wearing a cashmere track suit and a huge smile.

  “Everybody ready?” she asked. “The car’s at the curb, all the bags are in the trunk.”

  “Everybody’s ready,” Stone said, shooting a warning glance at Dino.

  Elaine stood up and kissed everybody. “Mazel tov,” she said. “Send me a postcard.”

  “Come with us,” Stone said. “There’s room.”

  “And who’d mind the store?” she asked.

  “You’ve got plenty of help here.”

  “They’d steal me blind. Go on, get going; send me a postcard from Venice.”

  “You bet,” Stone said, hugging her.

  The foursome left the restaurant. At the curb a spectacular car was waiting.

  “What is this?” Stone asked, running a finger along the glossy paintwork.

  “It’s a Mercedes Maybach,” Dolce replied. “The first one in the country. Papa knows somebody in Stuttgart.”

  “Papa knows somebody everywhere,” Dino muttered, collecting a sharp elbow in the ribs from Mary Ann.

  They piled into the spacious rear seats, facing each other, Pullman style.

  “Not bad,” Dino admitted, looking around. “I don’t suppose there’s a phone? I’ve gotta check in with the cop shop.” Dino ran the detective squad at the nineteenth precinct.

  “Oh, leave it, Dino,” Stone said. “They can get along without you for a week.”

  Dolce handed Dino a phone, and he began dialing. “Did you pack all my stuff?” Dino asked Mary Ann.

  “Everything’s in the trunk,” she replied. “I ironed your boxer shorts, too.” She winked at Dolce. “They love it when you iron their underwear.”

  “I’ll remember that,” Dolce laughed.

  “Gladys,” Dino said into the phone, “I’m off. You’ve got the number in Venice if anything really important comes up, otherwise I don’t want to know, got that? Good. Take care.” He hung up. “Okay, I’m cut loose,” he said to the others. “What kind of jet we going in, Dolce? I hate those little ones; this better be a G-Four or better.”

  “Wait and see,” Dolce said smugly.

  They drove onto the tarmac at Atlantic Aviation at Teterboro Airport, across the Hudson in New Jersey, and up to an airplane that dwarfed everything on the ramp.

  “Holy shit!” Dino said as they got out of the limousine. “What the fuck is this?”

  “It’s a BBJ,” Dolce replied, grabbing her jewelry box and cosmetics case from the backseat. The others took their hand luggage from the trunk.

  “Sounds like a sandwich.”

  “A Boeing Business Jet, the biggest thing in the corporate skies.”

  Hank Esposito, who ran Atlantic Aviation, was at the airplane’s stair door to greet them. “You’re fueled for maximum range,” he said. “You could make it to Tokyo, if you wanted.”

  “Not a bad idea,” Dino said, boarding the airplane.

  “Dino . . .” Stone warned.

  Esposito helped the chauffeur stow the luggage into a forward area of the interior.

  The party stepped into a cabin that looked like the living room of a New York City town house.

  Stone was flabbergasted. “Where’s the fireplace and the grand piano?” he asked.

  An Armani-clad stewardess took their hand luggage and showed them through the airplane. Besides the big cabin, there was a conference room and, behind that, two sleeping cabins, each with its own bathroom.

  Dino shook his head. “The wages of sin,” he said under his breath, avoiding Stone’s glance.

  As if from a great distance, there was the sound of jet engines revving, and almost imperceptibly, the big airplane began to move.

  Two

  SOMEWHERE OVER THE ATLANTIC, STONE STIRRED IN his sleep and turned over, bringing his chest against Dolce’s naked back. He reached over her and cupped a breast in his hand, resting h
is cheek on the back of her neck. With thumb and forefinger, he lightly caressed the nipple.

  At that moment, a chime sounded and the soft voice of the stewardess spoke. “Ms. Bianchi, we’re two hours from our destination. If you and your party would like breakfast, it will be ready in half an hour.”

  “I think we’re going to be late for breakfast,” Stone breathed into Dolce’s ear.

  She turned over, put her feet on the floor, and stood up. “No, we’re not,” she said.

  “You mean you’re spurning your intended?”

  “I mean I’ve decided to be a virgin until we’re married.”

  “Isn’t it a little late for that?”

  “I can start over whenever I like,” she said, “and I’ve just started over.”

  Shortly, they joined Dino and Mary Ann at the breakfast table. Scrambled eggs and smoked Italian bacon were set before them.

  “That was the best night’s sleep I’ve ever had on an airplane,” Dino admitted.

  “We didn’t sleep all that much,” Mary Ann rejoined, poking him in the ribs.

  Stone indicated the large moving map at the front of the cabin. “We’re just crossing the Portuguese coast,” he said. “Nice tailwind; we’re doing over six hundred miles an hour.”

  The moving map dissolved, and CNN International appeared on the screen.

  “Turn that off,” Dolce said to the stewardess. “I don’t need news for a while.

  The stewardess pressed a button, and Vivaldi came softly over hidden speakers. “Better?” she asked.

  “Perfect,” Dolce said. She turned to Stone and the others. “I have a little announcement,” she said.

  “Shoot,” Stone replied.

  “Papa is giving us the Manhattan town house for a wedding present.”

  Stone stopped eating. His fiancée was referring to a double-width brick-and-granite mansion in the East Sixties that Eduardo Bianchi had built. He took Dolce’s hand. “I’m sorry, my dear, but I can’t accept that. It’s very generous of Eduardo, but I already have a house, and we’ll be living there.”

 

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