“It’s me,” Carpenter said.
“Who’s this?”
“Don’t give me a hard time. I’m in a car on the way to Elaine’s; that’s where you are, isn’t it?”
“Maybe.”
“I’ll be there shortly.” She punched off.
“Was that Felicity?” Elaine asked.
“It was Carpenter,” he replied.
“Her last name is Devonshire,” Elaine said. “Why do you call her Carpenter?”
“It was how she introduced herself at our first encounter,” Stone said.
“I don’t get it.”
“She had an associate named Mason and another named Plumber.”
“What is she, an English cop?”
“Elaine, if I told you any more, she’d have to kill you.”
“Enough said,” Elaine said, throwing up her hands. “And here she is,” she said, looking toward the door.
Carpenter walked in and came to the table. “Dino will be here in a minute,” she said, pecking him on the cheek.
“How do you know that?” Stone asked.
“Because we came here in his car.”
Dino came in, a newspaper tucked under his arm, and sat down. “Evening, all,” he said.
Elaine reached over and patted his cheek affectionately.
“Wait a minute,” Stone said. “What were you and Dino doing in the same car?”
Carpenter smiled. “You’re beautiful when you’re jealous.”
“I’m not jealous.”
“No?” she said, frowning.
After his session with Elena Marks, Stone was glad she could still frown. “I’m just curious.”
“Should we tell him, Dino?” Carpenter asked.
“Nah,” Dino said. “Let him sweat.”
“I’m not sweating,” Stone said.
“Sure you are,” Dino replied.
“He’s sweating,” Carpenter agreed.
“Yeah,” Elaine said.