“Where are you?”
“The Modern.”
“How nice for you.”
“When is this happening?”
“We’re on our way now. Can you be at Le Bernardin in fifteen minutes?”
Stone’s eyes flicked to Josie. “Maybe.”
“ThenmaybeI’ll see you there.”
When Stone hung up, Josie said, “What was that all about?”
“How would you like to witness the arrest of the person behind theAmanda Jae’s sinking?”
Her eyes lit up. “Very much!”
“It would mean skipping out on dinner.”
“We can eat later.”
Stone signaled to the waiter.
Chapter 35
Humphrey smiled and nodded alongas Carl Seacrest waxed on about his idea for a class focused on the history of maverick CEOs. Seacrest was the head of a farm equipment manufacturer out of Illinois and an Oliver Humphrey College trustee.
“It could feature people like Henry Ford, Sam Walton, Steve Jobs, Bill Gates, and the like,” Seacrest said. “Men who are examples of what is possible.”
“Let’s not forget to include you on that list,” Humphrey said.
No one would consider Seacrest a maverick, as he’d been handed the reins of his company by his father, but Humphrey knew how to play the game. Which was also why he didn’t mention that the school already had a class exactly like what the man was describing.
“I would never presume such a thing,” Seacrest said, clearly presuming exactly that.
“I’ll bring it up at the next—”
Someone rapped on the dining room door, cutting Humphrey off.
He looked over his shoulder as the door opened, expecting it to be one of the waitstaff.
Instead, a woman in some kind of military uniform peered in and said, “Sorry to interrupt. We’re looking for Oliver Humphrey.”
Humphrey’s brow creased in confusion. “I’m Oliver Humphrey.”
“Excellent.”
She entered, followed by a man in a suit, four uniformed police officers, and most surprisingly of all Stone Barrington and a beautiful middle-aged woman who looked vaguely familiar.
“Oliver, what’s going on?” Seacrest whispered.
“I have no idea,” Humphrey whispered back.
The voices shouting in his head begged to differ.
He tried to mute them as best he could, knowing the idea that he had been connected to Trenton’s death was ridiculous.
