Stuart Woods - Two-Dollar Bill

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Stone Barrington is caught between a clever con man-who's just become his client-and a beautiful prosecutor in this stylish thriller in the bestselling series.
Two-Dollar Bill delivers all the storytelling twists and whip-smart banter readers have come to love in Stuart Woods's thrillers. In this latest, Stone Barrington, the suave Manhattan cop-turned-lawyer, is back on his home turf facing down a brilliant Southern flimflam man.
The fun-and action-begins with what Stone believes will be a quiet dinner with his ex-partner, Dino, but they are interrupted by Billy Bob, a filthy rich, smooth-talkin' Texan, who strolls in and parks himself at their table. He's in town "to make money," he says, unwrapping his wad of rare two-dollar bills, and in need of an attorney-namely, Stone-though he won't say why or when such representation will be necessary. As they leave the restaurant, however, an unknown assailant shoots at Stone and his cohorts-and the wily Southerner has spread his two-dollar bills around to everyone like confetti.
Against his better judgment, Stone offers Billy Bob a safe haven for the night but almost immediately begins to suspect that he's made several precipitous misjudgments-for the slippery out-of-towner has gone missing and someone has been found dead-in Stone's town house no less. Stone is now caught between a beautiful federal prosecutor and a love from his past, a con man with more aliases than hairs on his head, and a murder investigation that could ruin them all.

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"So what's it going to be tonight?" Frankie asked. A detailed discussion of what was available ensued, and they ordered more dishes than they could possibly eat.

"It's okay," Tiff said, "I'll take the leftovers home to the Waldorf Towers."

Stone ordered a bottle of wine and looked around the room: His eyes came to rest on the nose of a man in a booth across the room. Most of the rest of him was blocked by the wing of his booth; the nose was terribly familiar, but Stone couldn't quite place it.

Dishes began to arrive, and they tried, but failed, to keep up. There was veal, shrimp, an eggplant dish, chicken and, of course, pasta.

"You know, this is the best plain tomato sauce I've ever tasted," Stone said. "I don't know how Frankie does it." Frankie also cooked.

"You're right. In Washington I used to buy it by the jar at my neighborhood grocery store."

They ate and ate, until they couldn't eat any more, then the remains were packed up for Tiff to take home. As they were waiting for the check, the man across the room rose from his booth and, with his female companion, began to move toward the door, picking his way through the expanding crowd at the bar. To Stone's annoyance, he managed this with his back turned to their table. Then, as the man disappeared out the front door, it struck him. "Billy Bob," he said.

"What?"

"I swear, that was Billy Bob who just left."

"I didn't see him."

"I could only see him from behind." Stone got up. "I'll be right back." He made his way through the crowd to the front door and stepped outside. The red Hummer was pulling away, driven by a chauffeur. The rear windows were darkened, and Stone couldn't see inside. He watched it disappear up the street, undeterred by the accumulating snow, which now amounted to about eight inches. He got out his cell phone and called Dino.

"Bacchetti."

"It's Stone; I'm at Rao's, and I'm sure Billy Bob just left."

"Sounds like you're not really sure."

"I never got a look at the guy's face, but I'm sure it was Billy Bob. He should be easy to pick up, he's in a bright red Hummer."

"Why are you telling me?"

"Oh, did you retire from the NYPD when I wasn't looking?"

"It's nothing to do with me; I handed this one off to Lance, remember? You were there. Call Lance." Dino hung up.

Stone called Lance's cell phone.

"Yes?" he drawled.

"It's Stone; I'm pretty sure I just spotted Billy Bob."

"Where?"

"Leaving Rao's. You know the restaurant uptown?"

"Of course; I'm a regular."

" You've got a table at Rao's?"

"Every week."

"How the hell did you do that?"

"Frankie and I go way back. Tell me about this person you think was Billy Bob."

"He was eating at a booth across the room from us, and I never got a clear look at his face, but I'm pretty sure it was him."

"Which way did he go?"

"Downtown, I imagine," Stone said dryly. "Where else would he go but downtown? And in a bright red Hummer."

"Did you get the plate number?"

"It's a bright red Hummer, for Christ's sake! You don't need a plate number."

"Probably from a service; if I had a plate number, I could track it down and maybe back to Billy Bob."

"Well, I didn't get it; I'm up to my ass in snow, here, and the visibility isn't too good."

"It's snowing?

"Where are you, in a cave?"

"I'm in my study."

"Well, take a look out a window sometime. I've done my duty; good night!" He hung up and went back into Rao's brushing snow-flakes off his shoulders and hair. He was slightly damp all over, now. He sat down in the booth. "I called it in, but Dino wasn't interested."

"Wasn't interested? Isn't the guy wanted for murder in this city?"

"He's handed the case off to Lance."

"Who the hell is Lance?"

Stone realized he'd said too much. "Ah, I can't really talk about that."

"What do you mean? You're not making any sense at all."

"Are you going to call in this sighting to your people?"

"What can I tell them?"

"That a guy I'm pretty sure is Billy Bob is headed downtown from Rao's in a red Hummer."

"He was in the Hummer we saw?"

"Yes, and he's getting farther downtown every minute. Don't you think your feds would want to know that?"

Tiff got out her cell phone and dialed a number. "Tell your boss that someone strongly resembling Rodney Peeples has been seen leaving a restaurant in Spanish Harlem and is on his way downtown in a red Hummer." She listened for a moment, then covered the receiver. "Did you get a license number?" she asked Stone.

Stone shook his head. "Poor visibility; it's really snowing hard, now."

"No license number; poor visibility, but how many red Hummers can there be in New York City? Great, pass it on." She hung up. "Okay, I reported it; can we go home and make love, now?"

"You betcha," Stone said.

21

BY THE TIME they had had coffee and an after-dinner drink, the snow was a foot deep in the streets. They piled into the Lincoln.

"Home, James," Tiff said. "I've always wanted to say that," she said. "And his name really is James."

The car fishtailed slowly up the street and turned downtown. "I wish I had chains," the driver said.

"You're doing fine," Tiff replied.

The driver worked his way downtown and over to Park Avenue, passing cars in various levels of disarray along their route. They had just turned south again when Stone pointed ahead. "Look!"

Tiff peered through the windshield. "All I see is snow."

"It's the red Hummer," Stone said. "Stop right here, driver."

"I'm afraid that if I stop, I won't be able to get going again," James replied. They were passing the Hummer, now, which had apparently stopped to help another car out of a drift.

"Pull over right here, goddammit!" Stone orderd.

"Pull over, James," Tiff said.

James pulled over.

"Now what?" Tiff asked.

"James, are you an FBI agent?" Stone asked.

"No, sir, I'm just a hired hand."

"Are you armed?"

"Yes, sir."

"James is an employee of the Justice Department, and he's armed, but he's not a law-enforcement official," Tiff said. "He can't arrest anybody."

"James, will you loan me your gun, please?" Stone asked.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Barrington, but I can't do that," James replied.

Swearing under his breath, Stone got out his cell phone and called Lance again.

"Yes?"

"Lance, I'm in a black Lincoln, stopped at the corner of Ninety-fourth and Park, and the red Hummer is right behind me, pulling another car out of a drift."

"Hold, please," Lance said.

Stone could hear him ordering up people on a landline.

"I've scrambled some cars, but in the present circumstances, it's going to take them some time to get there. Are you armed?"

"No."

"In the future, I would prefer that you carry at all times. This fellow is dangerous."

"I'm aware of that, and we have an armed driver, but he can't arrest anybody, and he won't loan me his gun."

Stone looked out the window and saw the Hummer drive past. "The Hummer is on the move," he said, "driving down Park."

"Stay with him, and keep me posted; I'll stay on the line."

"Let's go, James," Stone said. "Stay with the Hummer."

"Right," James replied. He put the Lincon in gear and pressed the accelerator. The car did not move. "Oh, shit," James said.

"Try rocking it back and forth," Stone said.

James tried doing that, but it didn't help.

"Lance," Stone said, "We're stuck in the snow, and we're losing the Hummer. Are your people anywhere near?"

"Hang on." Lance went back to the landline, then returned. "They're making their way up Park from about Thirty-fourth Street," he said.

"Well, all you can do is to keep them on Park, looking for a red Hummer. If they spot him, then they can make a U-turn."

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