“Well, I guess there is that.”
“I would have liked to have seen that,” Felicity said in Stone’s ear.
“So would I,” Stone said.
Lance narrowed his eyes at him. “Is the camera still on?”
“Uh, yeah.”
“You’re wasting battery. Turn it off.”
“Don’t pay attention to him, Stone,” Felicity said. “He just doesn’t want me listening in.”
“Felicity says you don’t want her listening in.”
Lance kept his lips pressed together as he mimed turning off the app.
Stone rolled his eyes, then opened his phone and tappedStop. The camera shut off and his earpiece went dead.
“Lance, why did I have to come if you were going to be here? You could have worn the camera.”
“Really, Stone. You can’t figure that out for yourself?”
“It’s because you can walk around without drawing attention,” Dino told Stone. “Lance can’t.”
“See?” Lance said. “Dino understands.”
Stone frowned. “I suspect the real reason is that you didn’t want to be bothered.”
“Believe what you will,” Lance said.
Dino motioned at Stone’s suit coat. “Any chance I could get a few of those button cameras?”
“I suppose I could look into it for you,” Lance replied.
“You’re the head of the Agency,” Stone said. “What’s there to look into?”
Stone’s phone buzzed. He looked at the screen, but as he suspected, the number was blocked.
He accepted the call on speaker. “Hello, Felicity.”
“You cut me off,” she said.
“Orders from above.”
“If you wanted to talk to us, I didn’t want Stone to have to be a go-between,” Lance said.
“Always looking out for my welfare,” Stone said.
“I suppose I would feel the same,” Felicity admitted.
“How did you enjoy your funeral?” Dino asked.
“A problematic dress rehearsal at best.”
“I thought it was very nice,” Stone said.
“The music was all wrong, and I would have expected more flowers. Also, could the eulogy have been more generic?”
