Strategic Moves (16 page)

“Of course, but she leaves the apartment at seven in the morning and misses dinner a lot of the time.”

“Well, she’s just started a new job, hasn’t she?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Are you still going on your honeymoon?”

“Eventually, when Stephanie can take a break from work.”

“What, exactly, is she doing at Gunn?”

“International stuff. She sometimes gets calls in the middle of the night about something that’s happening with an overseas market.”

“Is she making lots of money for you yet?”

“Not yet, and not a hell of a lot for herself. She and David only get a ninety-thousand-dollar salary each; they could do better at a bigger firm, right out of college.”

“But they both will do very well indeed over the long run, right?”

“Right, I guess, when Jack decides to retire or kicks off.”

“How’s Jack’s health?”

“He’s in better shape than I am,” Herbie replied.

“More time at the gym, Herbie,” Stone said. “Now, if you haven’t got anything specific to bring up, I have to get back to work.”

Herbie stood up. “Yeah, sure; I’m just glad to know you’re here, representing me.”

“That’s very flattering, Herbie. See you soon.”

Herbie shambled out, and Stone got busy making notes for when Lance returned his call.

Stone and Dino arrived on the sidewalk simultaneously, then walked into Elaine’s together. Their drinks were on the table almost as soon as they sat down.

“Have I got a tale to tell you,” Stone said.

“People been telling me tales all day,” Dino replied. “Did you know that criminals lie all the time?”

“I seem to remember that they do,” Stone said. “But you always catch them at it, don’t you?”

“Most of the time,” Dino said. “Now, tell me your tale.”

Stone began with the story of the sale of Strategic Air Services to the CIA, then continued with the trip to Iraq, the extraction from Spain, and, finally, Pablo’s short drive out of the airplane and his subsequent hiring of Stone.

“You’re shitting me,” Dino said when he was done.

“About which part?”

“The whole thing. You made it up out of thin air, didn’t you?”

“I swear, every word is true.”

“
You
were in Iraq?”

“Well, not so’s you’d notice it, but even if my feet didn’t touch the ground, I was there—and in the Azores and Spain, too.”

“You know, I did see something on TV about a Mercedes found in a swimming pool in Rye.”

“That’s the one. How else could it have gotten into that guy’s pool?”

Stone looked up to see Lance Cabot walking into the restaurant. He shucked off his coat, hung it up, and pulled up a chair. “You rang?” he said to Stone.

“I did, but a return phone call would have done.”

“I was in town anyway,” Lance said. “Good evening, Dino.” They shook hands.

“How you doing, Lance?”

“I’m not sure yet; that depends on what Stone has to say to me.” He ordered a drink, made a toasting motion, and took a gulp. “Well?” he said to Stone.

“You might want to wait until your second drink,” Stone said.

“Why? Is your news that bad? I presume you do have news of some sort, or you wouldn’t have called me.”

“The news is quite good, if you’re willing to be flexible.”

“Uh-oh, what’s the deal?”

“I have a new client: Erwin Gelbhardt, aka Pablo Estancia. And he wants to make a deal.”

Lance froze, just sat and stared at Stone. “You have a conflict of interest,” he said finally. “You’re under contract to me; you can’t represent both sides.”

“First of all, I’m not currently in your employ, and second of all, this is not, strictly, a legal matter. All it requires is some conversation about terms, then the signing of a letter, then my client begins to talk.”

“You’re representing a man who is a fugitive from justice.”

“He’s not a fugitive from justice, Lance, just from you.”

“He’s wanted by the IRS.”

“Let’s not characterize the IRS as justice.”

“What does he want?”

“He wants you off his back—also, the backs of his family and personal staff.”

“And in return?”

“He’s willing to tell you, in detail, about every arms transaction he has made for the past twelve years. Then he just wants to retire peacefully to this country and live out his life. He is sixty-eight, after all, past retirement age.”

“Can he document what he’s going to tell us?”

“Pablo, as he likes to be called, points out quite correctly that such transactions do not take place on paper. However, he purports to have an astonishing memory for detail.”

“Okay, I’ll hear what he has to say, and then we’ll talk.”

Stone shook his head. “Nope.”

“You want something up front?”

“Yes. I want his deal in writing, and when he’s finished talking I want a letter from you confirming that he has kept his word and that you have no further interest in interrogating him. I also want a letter from the attorney general stating that the United States has no interest in prosecuting him for any of his actions over the past twelve years.”

“When can he surrender himself?”

“He’s not going to surrender himself,” Stone replied. “He’s going to meet with you for three eight-hour days at a place in New York of his choosing. You may record video and audio of the meetings.”

“Twenty-four hours of interrogation?”

“Three days of conversation. You won’t need more than that; he talks fast.”

“Five days.”

“Four, and not a minute longer.”

Lance picked up a menu. “What’s that big chunk of veal with the polenta called?”

“Osso buco.”

Lance snared a passing waiter and ordered, then sat very still, apparently thinking hard, while waiting for Stone and Dino to order.

“Where do you want to meet?” Lance asked when the waiter had gone.

“I’ll give you a choice: a conference room at Woodman & Weld, or the dining room at my house.”

“Well, let’s see,” Lance said. “The Woodman & Weld venue has the advantage of the Four Seasons right downstairs.”

“Are you really going to put four days of lunches at the Four Seasons on your expense account, Lance?”

“You have a point,” Lance said. “The boys in accounting tend to get itchy about that sort of largesse.”

“Tell you what: my housekeeper is an excellent cook; I’ll spring for lunch every day, if you do it at my house.”

“I’ll have to send people in to sweep the place,” Lance said.

“I’m okay with a free sweep of my house,” Stone said, “but I want two simultaneous recordings of the proceedings, and you leave one with my client, just so we won’t have to worry about who said what at some later date. Also, the recordings will never be seen on television or outside the intelligence apparatus of the government while my client is still alive.”

“You mean that if I want to put all this on
60 Minutes
, I’ll have to shoot Pablo first?”

“You will never lay a hand on Pablo, neither figuratively nor literally.”

“If I get the feeling that I’m being had, I’m going to be very, very angry,” Lance said.

“Pablo’s wish is not to have you, but to tell you everything he can. And, if you and your people behave yourselves and treat him like the gentleman he is, you may get a bonus or two when we’re done.”

“What sort of bonus?” Lance asked.

“That remains to be seen, doesn’t it?”

Lance held out his hand. “Deal. One thing, though: I am not going to get between Pablo and the IRS. Life is too short. Any deals with them will have to be separate from our arrangement.”

Stone pretended to think about that. “You’re sure you can’t help him with the tax people, even a little?”

“Not even a little,” Lance replied.

Stone shook his hand. “Deal. You’re a hard man, Lance.”

“We start Monday morning at nine?”

“Good.”

“I’ll have my people stop by to sweep and install the recording equipment.”

“Good.”

Lance was looking very smug by the time his osso buco arrived.

Lance dropped by Stone’s office the following afternoon, and Stone was ready for him. Joan got them both a drink, and Stone handed him an agreement to read.

Lance read it quickly, but apparently thoroughly. “This seems to reflect our discussion of last evening,” he said, then signed two copies and handed one to Stone.

“Here is your letter to Pablo,” Stone said, handing him a single sheet of paper. “You can have it retyped on your letterhead.”

Lance read it. “This is a little stronger than I had conceived of.”

“That won’t cost you anything, Lance.”

“Oh, all right.”

Stone handed him another sheet of paper. “This is the letter to be signed by the attorney general.”

“You really do have a lot of balls, Stone,” Lance said, reading the letter. “You presume to write the attorney general’s correspondence for him?”

“If he objects, the president can sign instead—on the proper letterhead, of course.”

“I’ll put it to the general.”

“You’d better put it to him right away and get his signature, because I want all these documents signed and sealed before the start of our fourth day together.”

“Or what?” Lance asked insouciantly.

“Or you won’t get the bonus.”

“Ah, I see, you’re saving the best for last.”

“Something like that.”

“Give me a hint.”

“It’s something you want, and nobody else can give it to you.”

Lance thought, then he chuckled. “Surely you’re not talking about—”

“I’m not talking, period,” Stone said. “This conversation is at an end.”

“Oh, all right. I’ll see you Monday morning at nine. Will you be offering breakfast, as well?”

“If you can ask questions while chewing. Who are you bringing with you?”

“Holly will be here, and at least one person who may remain anonymous. Also, there’ll be a court stenographer with his little machine.”

“As long as they’ll all fit at my table.”

“Will you have anyone else there besides Pablo? If so, they’ll have to be cleared.”

“Just the two of us,” Stone said. “Occasionally, Pablo and I may have to consult privately, and as our agreement states, I can instruct him not to answer, if necessary.”

“Ever the lawyer, Stone,” Lance said. He shook hands and left.

Joan came in when he had gone. “So that’s the elusive Lance Cabot?”

“Elusive? Why do you say that?”

“Well, I’ve heard you talk about him for years—usually disparagingly—but I’ve never seen him until now. He’s very good-looking and beautifully dressed, too. It’s strange having two of you in the office at once.”

“I’ll introduce you next week.”

Joan left, and Stone called Pablo.

“Hello?” He sounded relaxed, but alert, as he always did.

“Mr. C. has just left my office. We have concluded arrangements, and I’d like to tell you what they are.”

“Please do, I’m dying to know.”

“He’s going to have four eight-hour days of your time to interview you. He’ll be bringing several of his people to sit in, and the entire interview will be recorded with video and audio, two copies. You get one, he gets one. That way there can be no later dispute about who said what to whom.”

“All right, but I don’t want our discussion about you-know-who recorded—audio or video.”

“That’s fair. We’re going to get all the signed documents—including a letter from the attorney general—before we introduce that subject. It will be the very last thing on the agenda.”

“Good. I will need a large-scale map of the border area between Afghanistan and Pakistan.”

“I’m not going to ask him to bring that; it would tip him off. Visit a map store. There’s one on West Forty-third Street, just east of Sixth Avenue.”

“As you wish,” Pablo said.

“Pablo, now would be a good time to move your family,” Stone said.

“I have already done so,” Pablo replied. “My family and my staff have moved to my house in—”

“I don’t need to know that,” Stone said.

“My wife called me last night. They are safe and comfortable.”

“I’m glad to hear that.”

“It will be a great relief for her when this business is concluded.”

“I’m sure it will be.”

“You will have to come and visit us, Stone. I live in very nice places. You’d like Marbella.”

“That’s on the coast of Spain, isn’t it?”

“Yes, a lovely spot.”

“It would be very pleasant to come and see you, Pablo.”

“Stone, I would like you to draw a new will for me.”

“I’d be happy to, as a courtesy.”

“I’ll messenger over a list of my bequests, so you can have it ready to be executed when I see you.”

“Pablo, do you have a residence in Florida?”

“I do, in Palm Beach.”

“I’m going to get a document for you to sign declaring Florida as your legal residence.”

“Is there a tax or some other advantage?”

“Yes, you’ll avoid paying New York State and City income taxes. In Florida you’ll pay a small intangibles tax on your investment holdings—stocks and bonds.”

“That would be acceptable,” Pablo said.

“What address have you filed your tax returns from?”

“My Marbella address.”

“Is there anything else I can do for you?”

“Can you recommend a trustworthy private detective?”

“I can, but I need to know what you have in mind. I don’t want to screw up our deal with these people, either before or after our meeting with them. You’re going to have to promise to be a law-abiding citizen.”

“Then let’s wait until we meet to discuss that.”