“Do you write this stuff down?”
“Am I wrong?”
“I must have made up for at least one of them by now.”
“Let me check.” After a pause, Dino said, “Nope. Not yet.”
“Youdohave a list!”
“Whether I do or don’t doesn’t absolve you from your obligations.”
“Oh, all right. I’ll buy you dinner tomorrow night.”
“We’ll be having Mary’s lobster in Maine tomorrow night.”
“And who’s paying for the lobster?”
“Hmmm. I suppose I can let you get away with that.”
“How very kind of you.”
“Send me the picture.”
“Doing it now.”
An hour later, Stone’s phonerang.
“Dino on two,” Joan said.
Stone switched lines. “Hi, Dino.”
“You found your pro.”
“You got a hit on the photo?”
“I did. His real name is Andre Parker. He trained in explosives in the army. After he was discharged, he’s suspected of becoming a freelance hitman.”
“Only suspected?”
“He’s covered his tracks well enough that no one’s been able to pin anything to him. Until now, that is. If you hadn’t found away to get a look at the wreck, what happened to theAmanda Jaewould have been considered an accident, and no one would have checked the crew.”
“I can’t imagine this guy would have gone down with the ship,” Stone says.
“He didn’t.”
“You seem very confident.”
“Unless he has an identical twin that no one knows about, Parker was ticketed for running a red in Midtown, a week ago yesterday.”
“Does that mean you know where he lives?”
“It means we have the address he provided to the DMV.”
“Let me guess. It’s for a mailbox rental place.”
“Bingo.”
“Queens?”
