Paris Match by Stuart Woods

Author:Stuart Woods [Woods, Stuart]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Suspense
ISBN: 9781410471307
Amazon: B00IOE4KDM
Barnesnoble: B00IOE4KDM
Goodreads: 20821226
Publisher: Putnam Adult
Published: 2014-01-01T06:00:00+00:00

31

As they were finishing their drinks, Holly’s cell phone rang, and she answered it. “Yes? Hi.” She listened for a moment, then covered the phone. “Lance is on the phone. He wants us to have dinner with him.”

“Do we have to?” Stone asked.

“He says he has more information about Simpson.”

“Dino? Viv?”

They both shrugged and nodded.

“Okay, where?”

Holly asked the question and was answered. “At Le Restaurant de L’Hôtel,” she said. “Thirteen Rue des Beaux-Arts.”

“At the restaurant at the hotel?” Stone asked. “Sounds pretty generic.”

“L’Hôtel is the hotel where Oscar Wilde died, Lance said. I suppose Le Restaurant is their restaurant. He’s on his way there now.”

Stone summoned the van, and they went downstairs. “I’ve begun to think of this thing as my hearse,” he said, as they boarded. Ten minutes later they drew to a halt in a narrow street, and waited while the two men up front cased the block and pronounced it safe.

They entered the hotel, where someone at the front desk told them to proceed straight ahead. They passed through a comfortable bar and emerged into a small but lushly decorated dining room. Lance sat at a table in the rear of the room, and he waved them over. Stone noted that, in contrast to his appearance that morning, he was now freshly groomed and wearing a beautifully tailored suit. Lance seated the party so that the women were on either side of him, and he ordered their drinks from memory.

“I thought you would like to know that there is a restaurant in Paris that stocks Knob Creek,” he said to Stone.

“I’m relieved to hear it,” Stone replied. “I managed to force the bar at l’Arrington to serve it, but it’s scarce on the ground in this town.”

Their drinks arrived and they were given menus. “It’s a short menu,” Lance said, “but everything on it is good. They have a star from Michelin, and I’m sure they’d have another, if they could expand the carte.

“How did your meeting with M’sieur Chance go?” Lance asked after they had ordered.

“It was brief,” Stone said, wondering how Lance knew of the meeting. “I had been told that Chance detests people who aren’t policemen, so I asked Dino to give him what news we had.”

“And his reaction?”

“Annoyance that we didn’t give him more,” Stone said. “He as much as said that, if he had been conducting the interrogation of the Russian, we would now know everything.”

“Who’s to say he’s wrong?” Lance asked.

“I was told you now have more information about John, no middle initial, Simpson.”

“I do,” Lance said, “by the simple expedient of releasing his service record to myself. Unfortunately, because of its restricted reading list, I can’t show it to any of you, but I can tell you what’s in it—there’s no restriction on that, as long as the recipients of the information are properly cleared, and I have the power to clear you all, just like that!” He snapped his fingers, then made the sign of the cross. “You are, as of this moment, all cleared, my children.

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