Stuart Woods - Two-Dollar Bill

"Nearly blew the police chopper I was riding in out of the sky," Dino said.

"The explosion broke a lot of windows along the New York bank of the Hudson, but nobody was seriously injured," Lance said. "We rolled up Martin Block's operation in Queens, and he's singing like a bird. The feds have put a stop to three or four cons Billy Bob was running out of Block's building, and they found all his bank records there, so they're going after his offshore cash as we speak."

"Where did he get all the two-dollar bills?" Stone asked.

"Billy Bob bought them at a sharp discount from the grandson of one of the robbers," Lance said. "He met the kid at Sing-Sing, where he did a five-year stretch for financial fraud. Got out a couple of years ago. That's also where he met your old friend Mitteldorfer, who asked Billy Bob, as a favor, to first ruin you, then kill you, after he got out. Mitteldorfer made him a lot of money with investment advice while he was inside, so he was happy to oblige."

"Mitteldorfer sure knows how to hold a grudge," Dino said, shaking his head. "I've asked the people up there to put him in solitary for as close to forever as the rules will allow."

"Mitteldorfer will think the company is good," Stone said.

"Tiffany Baldwin is annoyed with you for killing Billy Bob," Lance said.

"The ungrateful bitch," Dino muttered.

"She was so looking forward to prosecuting him," Lance said. "At least she'll have the pleasure of announcing all his operations that she's rolling up. The Attorney General will like that."

"And what does the Agency get out of it all?" Stone asked.

"We got thirty-five of thirty-six of the stolen grenades back, plus we nailed the guy in New Mexico who sold them to Billy Bob. Unfortunately, the stolen grenade-launching rifle is at the bottom of the Hudson. We've got divers looking for it."

"How's Corey?"

"Antsy, because she can't work for a couple of weeks," Lance said, "but she's on the mend."

"I'm sorry about McGonigle."

"It wasn't your fault; these things happen in my line of work."

"Is that how you think of it? As a 'line of work'?"

"It's as good a description as any. Oh, by the way, Holly Barker is joining us; I'm expecting her signed contract tomorrow. She drove a hard bargain, though."

"I'll bet she wouldn't leave the dog behind."

"Good guess. Daisy will be joining the team, too." The car pulled up in front of Stone's house, and he got out. "Lance, what happened to you on the rooftop when Billy Bob showed up?"

"Oh, I happened to see the FBI man take a bullet, so I lay low. By the time it was safe for me to come out, you were already in the chopper, and I felt I shouldn't shoot it down."

"Thanks," Stone said drily. "You fellows want to come in for a drink?"

"Thank you, no," Lance said. "I have a very long report to write."

"Me, too," Dino said. "You feel up to dinner at Elaine's tonight?"

"Sure," Stone said. "See you at nine." He turned to go, but the chauffeur spoke.

"Excuse me, Mr. Barrington, but Mrs. Calder asked me to give you this." He handed Stone a sealed envelope.

Stone went inside and upstairs to his bedroom; he wanted a nap before dinnertime. He sat on his bed and opened the envelope. Inside was a single sheet of heavy, cream-colored stationery.

My Dear Stone,

First, I want to thank you for protecting Peter. I would have gone crazy, if anything had happened to him. Thank you, too, for taking such good care of me, something you have always done so well.

I'm afraid that New York is just a little too exciting for Peter and me right now, so we've headed back to Virginia. Peter misses his pony, and I miss the peace. Of course, I'll miss you, too.

I don't think you'd transplant very well to Albemarle County, so I won't even suggest that. But perhaps you'd like to come for a visit now and then. I think your son would like that.

Love, Arringion

Stone lay back on the bed and tried not to cry