“Perhaps your estranged husband?”
She frowned. “I’d like to think he wouldn’t do something like that, but then again, I didn’t think he’d cheat on me, either.”
“If it’s all right with you, I’ll have someone check him out, just in case.”
“If you think that’s best.”
There was a tap on the door, then Joan opened it and leaned in. “I have Herb on the line. He just finished a meeting with a client and is wondering if the two of you would like to meet him for drinks at Anton’s.”
“That works for me,” Stone said. “Sara?”
“I could definitely use a drink after that phone call.”
Stone said, “Tell Herb we’ll meet him there in twenty minutes and have Fred bring the car around.”
Joan started to leave.
“Oh. And, Joan.”
She stopped.
“Let Bob Cantor know I have a job for him, and that I’ll call him later with details.”
As soon as Joan was gone, Stone handed Sara the envelope Joan had left him earlier.
“What’s this?”
“We call it the list. It contains contact information for the kind of things new residents could use help with when moving to the city. Doctors, dentists, who to talk to at which banks, and the like.”
“That’s very helpful. Thank you.”
Stone smiled. “I would also encourage you to have an expert review your financial situation.”
“Is there someone on the list for that?”
“There is, but for you, I would suggest someone I send very few clients to. He handles my investments, and much of those of your aunt and uncle. His name is Charley Fox, and he works for a company called Triangle Investments. If that sounds good to you, I can set a meeting up.”
“Please do.”
Joan stuck her head in again. “Fred’s out front.”
Stone stood and gestured toward the door. “Shall we?”
Chapter 6
Stefan Howard sat behind thewheel of his stolen sedan, chewing on a fingernail as he stared at the building Sara had disappeared into more than half an hour ago.
The place appeared to be a large townhouse, and a nice one at that.
Except for a couple of unavoidable trips he’d had to take to Los Angeles, Stefan had been following Sara every day for almost two months now, starting from when she’d still been in Chicago through her move here to New York. In the few weeks she’d been in the city, this was the first time she’d come to this townhouse.
As far as he was aware, she didn’t know anyone here, except for the old couple she was staying with. They were some kind of relatives, he guessed, so they hardly counted.
A flash of green drew his attention to the house next to the one Sara had entered. A beautiful green Bentley exited the underground garage.
Stefan whistled in appreciation. It was the kind of car he dreamed of owning. Check that, the kind of car hewouldown once Sara was back in his life.
He expected it to drive away, but instead, it stopped infront of the townhouse he’d been watching. The driver hopped out and stood by the rear driver’s-side door.
