“Paul Weston.”
“That name sounds familiar.”
“It should.”
“How about a hint.”
“Think Liesel’s. Restroom. Man on the floor.”
“ThatPaul Weston?”
“That Paul Weston.”
“I thought he was there alone.”
“He was waiting for his date.”
“Who turns out to be your client.”
“Who turns out tonowbe my client.”
“Does she want to sue him for not showing up?”
“She doesn’t want to sue him at all. She wants to know if he’s still in the hospital.”
“Then call the hospital.”
“I don’t know to which one he was taken. But since the good folks at the NYPD are on the case, I thought you might have that information. Maybe even know if he’s been released yet.”
“You’re buying dinner tomorrow.”
“Fine, I’m buying dinner.”
“Hold on.”
Stone put his hand over the receiver and said to Sara, “He’s checking.”
“Who’she?”
“Dino Bacchetti. Not only is he my best friend, but also the police commissioner.”
“That sounds important.”
“It is. He’s the city’s top cop.”
“Oh.”
The line clicked, and Dino came back on. “Paul Weston was taken to Mount Sinai and released on Sunday.”
“I see. Any news on the perps?”
“Nothing yet.”
“Thanks, Dino.”
Stone hung up and told Sara what Dino had said.
“I’m glad he was released, but I feel terrible. Maybe that wouldn’t have happened to him if I’d been on time.”
