"Two-Dollar Bill" - читать интересную книгу автора (Woods Stuart)

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STONE TOOK A FEW deep breaths and tried to think. Better she should hear it from him, he thought. He dialed Tiff's direct office line.

"Tiffany Baldwin."

"It's Stone."

"Now, don't start with me about the number, Stone."

"That's not why I called, but since you mention it, couldn't you have at least left it on the caller ID list?"

"Certainly not; that would give the CIA an advantage."

"They're supposed to have an advantage, because the call came to me, and I am their consultant."

"Irrelevant."

"Don't talk to me like a judge."

"If that's your attitude, I'm not going to talk to you at all. Good…"

"Hold it. There's something you need to know."

"What? And be quick about it; I've got a hellish morning ahead of me."

"You have no idea. Go to the Internet and to the Justice Department Web site. Right now."

"Why?"

"Just do it."

"Hang on." She set the phone down, and he could hear the clicking of keys. There was a brief pause, then an angry, wounded-animal shriek, as if she might have taken an arrow in the chest.

"Tiff?" Stone said. All he heard was a long silence.

Finally, she picked up the phone, and her voice was cold and calm. "That is not me! Do you understand? Why would you do a thing like that to me?"

"I didn't do it, Billy Bob did. This morning a technician found four tiny video cameras in my bedroom."

"How do you know it was Billy Bob?"

"Because, last night, on the phone, he told me he knew that you and I were in bed together. He just didn't tell me how he knew. I thought he had guessed."

"I say again: That is not me. Do you understand?"

"If that's your story, okay."

"It's your story, too. Got that?"

"Okay."

"I will deny this to my dying day, and you'd better, too."

"Okay, I understand."

"Until your dying day, which will be sooner than you think, if you utter so much as a word implicating me."

"Tiff, there's no need to threaten me; I'm with you on this."

"If I hear a word; if I read a snippet; if a rumor starts, I will unleash the full force of federal law enforcement upon your person."

"Tiff, I told you not to threaten me. I understand, and I will support your denial."

"Threat? You think that's a threat? I haven't even begun."

"Goodbye, Tiff."

"Goodbye, indeed." She hung up.

Stone hung up and dabbed at the mist of sweat that had formed on his brow. Then he noticed that Sandy was standing there.

"They're hell, aren't they?" the tech said.

"What?"

"Women. They're from hell."

Stone sighed. "Sometimes."

"This guy really did a number on you."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean there are two devices in your office, and your phones were bugged. Kind of redundant."

Stone sagged. "Swell."

"Don't worry, I've removed everything, and I've installed some equipment that will let us know if anyone tries anything like that again. Say, how did this guy get access to your office and bedroom?"

"He was a house guest for a few days. He had all the time in the world."

"You better get pickier about who you invite to stay."

"No kidding. Thanks for the advice."

"Anything else I can do for you?"

"I don't believe so. Thank you very much for your help."

"Glad to do it." Sandy turned to go.

"Hang on a minute," Stone said.

Sandy stopped. "Yeah?"

"You any good with computers?"

"They are my metier."

Stone turned the laptop around so he could see the screen. "This video has been placed on the Justice Department's Web site. Can you do anything about getting it off?"

Sandy peered at the screen. "Wow," he said. "Who is that?"

"I have no idea; can you get it off?"

Sandy watched the screen, a little smile on his face.

"Stop watching it!" Stone said. "Can you get it off their Web site?"

Sandy pointed at the screen. "Looks like that's being taken care of."

Stone turned the computer around again. A message had appeared on the screen, replacing Tiff's image: "This Web site is temporarily down for repairs. Please try again later."

"Thanks again for your help," Stone said. "Goodbye."

Sandy turned and left.

The phone rang, and Stone picked it up. "Hello?"

Dino's voice. "Man, have you seen the Justice Department Web site this morning?"

"Sure. I start my every day by checking out the Justice Department Web site."

"Well, if you haven't, you should, because your current girlfriend, the gorgeous Tiffany, is all over it, and you're underneath her."

"That is not Tiffany, and I am not underneath whoever that is."

"So you did check it out?"

"No, and I have no intention of doing so."

"And you deny that that's Tiffany and you?"

"Most emphatically."

"Well, maybe you can tell me why your mother's painting of Washington Square is on the wall, just over her shoulder."

"Nonsense."

"Not that anybody would ever notice it while Tiffany is on the screen."

"You are mistaken."

"Who would ever have thought that the fucking U.S. Attorney would…"

"It is not she."

"Did you take the video and put it on that Web site?"

"Certainly not."

"Then who did?"

"If it didn't happen, nobody did it."

"Do you think Tiff has had a boob job?"

"I have no idea."

"Because, if those are original equipment, they are really something."

"Dino…"

"This is the funniest thing I've ever seen. The whole squad room is going nuts."

"Did you tell anybody about the picture on the wall?"

"Let's see, I'm not really sure."

"Because if you did, I'm going to come down there and kill you with my bare hands."

"Relax, nobody knows but me."

"And Tiffany will have you taken out and shot, right after she has me taken out and shot."

"So, I take it, your position is, you're denying everything."

"I'm denying everything. We're both denying everything. And I'd be grateful if you would plant the notion in the minds, if such exist, of the gentlemen in the squad room that the person appearing in the video is not, repeat, not who they think it is or who you thought it was."

There came a disappointed roar through the phone.

"What was that?" Stone asked.

"Hang on, I'll check," Dino said. A moment later, he came back. "Somebody at Justice caught on; they've shut down the Web site. My detectives are crushed."

"Excellent. Do not ever speak to me about this again. Goodbye." Stone hung up and buried his face in his hands.

After a moment, he went upstairs and moved his mother's picture to another spot in his bedroom.