“Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it.”
Soon they were taking the curves of the Saw Mill River Parkway.
“Aren’t radar detectors illegal in New York State?” she asked.
“I’m not going to answer that without a lawyer present.”
“There is a lawyer present.”
“Oh, yeah. My lawyer just advised me not to answer. Anyway, we’re just passing through.”
“You mean, we’re going to another state?”
“Other states are not very far away, when you live in New York City.”
“You ever heard of the Mann Act?”
He laughed. “You think I’m transporting you across a state line for immoral purposes?”
“I certainly hope so,” she replied.
They turned onto an interstate, then, after a few minutes, another. Twenty minutes after that, they were driving along country roads with forest on both sides.
“We’re in Connecticut,” she said.
“You recognize the trees?”
“No, I was tipped off by the sign a few miles back that said, ‘Welcome to Connecticut.’ ”
“No wonder you’re such a good cop.”
“I don’t miss much,” she said.
Holly dozed and woke up as they came to a stop sign. “Where are we?”
“Still in Connecticut; a town called Washington.” He turned left, went up a steep hill, then turned left at a white church. “This is the village green,” he said. A moment later, he turned into a drive and parked before a shingled cottage with a turret.
“Who lives here?” Holly asked.
“I do, when I can.”
They got out of the car, and Daisy immediately bounded into some bushes. Stone got the bags out and unlocked the front door. “Welcome to Washington,” he said.
“It’s lovely,” Holly replied, walking in and looking around. Daisy joined them and seemed to approve. “Who decorated it?”
“I sought various counsel,” Stone said.
“You mean various women.”
“Now I’m going to fix us a drink, then we’ll take Daisy for a walk on the property next door.”
“Will the owner mind?”
“He is not in residence. A writer used to live there, but he sold it to a producer, who never moved in. It’s back on the market.”
“How much?”