works in an office across the street.”
“Get a couple of men over there, and don’t let him leave the building! He may be meeting Dugan! And call me back when you have him contained!” Dino hung up.
“What’s happening?” Stone asked.
“Our only shot at Dugan now is if he meets Jacob Sutton with the jewelry.” Dino barked into his radio. “Chopper, chopper, you there?”
“Yes, Chief,” the pilot replied.
“Pick me up on the Creighton roof, now!”
“Yes, sir! Coming in.”
—
Dugan watched the city slide beneath him as he headed west. He took out his cell phone and pressed a button. It rang three times before being answered.
“Hello?”
“It’s Don.”
“Where are you?”
“In a helicopter, headed for the meet with Sutton.”
“Where?”
“West Side Heliport. Listen, baby, if you want to be with me, use that ticket for Mexico tomorrow. I’m headed for Fort Lauderdale after the meet, and then to the Bahamas. I’ll do some banking in the Caymans tomorrow, then head for Mexico City. I want you there when I arrive.”
“Okay, I’ll be there.”
“See you then. Gotta go!” He hung up. “How long?” he asked the pilot.
“Air Traffic Control is holding us off—too much traffic on the West Side.”
“How long?”
“Five, six minutes.”
“Shit!”
—
As Dino and Stone watched the helicopter’s approach, both their cell phones went off.
“Yeah?” Dino shouted.
“Chief, it’s Monte. Ike Sutton didn’t show up at his office this morning.”
Stone answered his phone. “Yes?”
“It’s Crane.”
“What do you want?”
“Don just called from a helicopter. He’s meeting somebody at the West Side Heliport, then he’s headed for Fort Lauderdale and the Bahamas, then the Caymans. He wants me to meet him in Mexico City tomorrow.”
“Thanks!” Stone hung up at the same time Dino did. The chopper was setting down, and Dino was starting to move toward it. Stone grabbed his sleeve. “Crane just called me. Dugan is headed for the West Side Heliport to meet Sutton, then he’s headed south.”
Dino nodded and jumped into the chopper, and Stone followed. “West Side Heliport!” he yelled at the pilot, then he put on a headset. “Did you hear me?”
“Yes, sir, on our way.” The machine lifted off to the south, then banked west.
Dino got on his radio and asked for four patrol cars at the heliport. “Nobody leaves that place until I say so!”
Stone spoke up. “Crane says Dugan’s plan is to get to the Bahamas, then the Caymans, then to Mexico City tomorrow.”
Dino nodded. The pilot came on. “There are delays getting into the West Side Heliport,” he said. “Heavy traffic.”
“Fuck that!” Dino said. “You tell ATC we’re going straight in on a police emergency and to get everybody else the hell out of the way!”
“Yes, Chief!” The pilot began a descent.
—
We’re cleared in,” Dugan’s pilot said.
“There’ll be a black Lincoln Town Car waiting for me,” he said. “Can he pull up to the chopper?”
“No, sir, he’ll have to wait outside the gate. How long will you be?”
“Five minutes. I’ll pick up one piece of luggage, then we’ll head for Teterboro, to Atlantic Aviation. There’ll be a Citation CJ-4 on the ramp, November one, two, three, Tango Foxtrot, so set down as close to it as you can.”
“Yes, sir!”
The nose was low as they approached, and Dugan could see another helicopter on the ramp, its blades turning. “Can we land?” he asked the pilot.
“Yes, sir, the pad will take two. We’ll be landing on the downtown side. The gate’s only about thirty yards away, and I see a black Lincoln just outside the gate.” He pointed.
“Great! Get us on the ground!”
“Thirty seconds, sir!”
Dugan sat back as the machine slowed, then settled lightly onto the tarmac. “Keep the engines running!” he shouted.
“Yes, sir!”
Dugan picked up his bag and opened the door, then went out, bag first. Somebody reached for the handle. “Let me get that for you!” a man shouted over the noise.
Dugan tried to snatch it back, but the man already had it. Then he noticed something in the man’s other hand: a black pistol pointed at Dugan’s chest.
“You’re under arrest, Dugan!” Dino shouted as he handed the bag to Stone Barrington. “Get on the ground right now!” Stone held the bag and the gun while Dino cuffed him, then got him on his feet and started for the gate. There were cops everywhere, and two of them were taking a man out of the rear seat of a Town Car. They ordered the driver to pop the trunk, then took a large suitcase out of it.
“It was almost payday, wasn’t it, Dugan?”
“I haven’t done anything,” Dugan said. “What are the charges against me?”
“A list as long as your arm,” Dino said as he stuffed the big man into the backseat of a patrol car. “Don’t worry, we’ve got your luggage.”
64
They were all at the Four Seasons—the Bacchettis, Stone and Ann Keaton and Mike Freeman. It was a celebratory dinner, and they were in the beautiful pool room.
Stone raised his champagne flute. “I give you Chief of Detectives Dino Bacchetti, soon to be—”
“Stop it,” Dino said. “I told you, I’m cautious.”
Their first course arrived.
“I have news,” Ann said. “I’m not staying with the Lees during the convention, so I’ll stay with you.”
“Great news,” Stone said. “Are you traveling on Air Force One with them?”
“No, they’re leaving from Washington. I’ll take the campaign plane.”
“Don’t bother,” Stone said. “Strategic Services has a very nice Gulfstream 650, so all of us will ride with Mike.”
“Sounds wonderful.”
“For an airplane, it’s as good as it gets.”
“Dino,” Mike said, “what did you do with Crane Hart?”
“She’s confined to her apartment until we figure it all out,” Dino said.
Stone spoke up. “And what did you do with Bill Murphy and Anita Mays?”
“We cut them loose until the trial,” Dino said. “Don’t worry, I’ll see that you get your hundred grand back. You won’t have to make another insurance claim.”
“Now that I think about it, it was an insurance claim that started all this,” Stone said. “I’ll think twice before I file another one.”
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