“Well, I stretched that a little bit.”
“What was that all about?” Eliza asked.
“That was about the man who drove the car that hit me trying to lure me into taking a swing at him, so he could have me photographed doing it. It didn’t work.”
“Are all your evenings like this?” Eliza asked.
“No, thank God. Usually I have a drink, eat some dinner and go home. We arranged this evening’s entertainment just for you.”
Dino handed Stone the complaint form. “I expect you remember how to fill out this thing.”
Stone whipped out a pen and began writing. “Doing your work for you,” he said, writing rapidly, then signing the document. He handed it back to Dino.
“I’ll drop by the precinct on the way home and file this,” he said, folding it and tucking it into a pocket.
“I’ll have to arrange some ER entertainment for you fellows some evening soon,” Eliza said.
“You don’t want to do that,” Dino said. “Stone can’t stand the sight of blood.”
“I can so, as long as it’s not mine,” Stone retorted, “but I’d just as soon not watch people suffer, unless you can get Devlin Daltry admitted for grievous wounds. That I’d like to watch.”
“Devlin Daltry, the sculptor?” she asked.
“One and the same.”
“He was the one you just had arrested?”
“For making terroristic threats,” Dino said. “He threatened to put Stone in a wheelchair.”
“I know a woman who went out with him a couple of times,” Eliza said.
“With what result?”
“She broke it off, and he stalked her for weeks. Her name is Genevieve James; she works at the hospital.”
“How long ago was this?” Stone asked.
“Late last year, between Thanksgiving and Christmas. She had to leave town for the holidays in order to have any peace.
”
“I’d like to talk to her,” Dino said. “Do you think she’d testify to all this in court?”
“I doubt it,” Eliza said. “She was pretty shaken up by the whole business. But I’ll ask her.”
“I’d appreciate that,” Stone said. “I’m representing another woman who’s had major problems with Daltry. She fears for her life, and I had to get her out of town.”
“Well, I hope you can put the creep away,” Eliza said, returning to her drink.
Stone returned to his second bourbon.
“How are you feeling?” she asked.
“A whole lot better,” Stone said, raising his glass. “Ah, the wonders of medical science.”
“So you’re a lawyer?” she asked.
“That’s debatable,” Dino said. “‘Disreputable lawyer’ would be more like it.”