Stone signaled the waiter, who came right over.
“A whisky, please,” Herb said. “Neat. Johnnie Walker Blue Label if you have it.”
“We do.” The waiter checked Stone’s and Sara’s glasses, both of which had barely been touched. “Anything else?”
“I think we’re good for now,” Stone said.
The waiter bowed his head and went to fetch Herb’s drink.
“I understand you need my assistance on something,” Herb said.
“Sara’s new to the city,” Stone said. “I’m helping her settle in with as few hiccups as possible. One of those hiccups is a lingering but not-yet-ex husband. I was hoping you could do something about that.”
“I’d be happy to.” Herb retrieved a pad of paper and a pen. “His name?”
“Leonard Yates,” Sara said.
“Is that your last name, too?”
“No. It’s Hirschy. My aunt insisted I keep my maiden name.”
“You actually know her aunt and uncle,” Stone said. “Hillary and Jack Coulter.”
“I do,” Herb said. “Good people.”
“Very,” Sara agreed. “I’ve been staying with them, though I’m planning on moving into one of Mr. Barrington’s apartments, until I can find my own place.”
“Don’t forget, it’s Stone,” Stone said.
“Right,” she said, shyly. “One of Stone’s apartments.”
“Stone is a very handy man to know,” Herb said.
“So I’m learning.”
“Does your husband live in New York?”
“Chicago.”
“Have you filed for divorce yet?”
“I have.”
“In Chicago?”
“Yes. Is that a problem?”
“Not at all. Illinois had reciprocity with New York, which means I can practice there.”
“Plus, we also have a Chicago office, if Herb needs any assistance,” Stone said.
“Who asked for the divorce?” Herb asked.
“I did,” Sara said.
“Is the attorney who filed for you still the attorney of record?”
“Unfortunately.”
