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of yokels, he thinks the city is a very dangerous place.
    I hope your office doesn't record your calls, Stone said, or you're going to find yourself on the sidewalk job hunting.
    Good point. How does one dress at Elaine's?
    Any way you like. I probably won't wear a necktie, if that helps.
    Okay, see you at eight-thirty; I'll dress sloppy.
    SLOPPY TURNED OUT TO BE a sheepskin coat over a cashmere sweater and tan slacks that showed off her ass beautifully.
    They settled at a table and ordered a drink, then Elaine came over.
    Elaine, Stone said, this is Tiff Baldwin, the new U. S. Attorney.
    I heard, Elaine said, shaking her hand. You leave Martha Stewart alone, you hear?
    Not my case! Before my time!
    Fuckin' Attorney General! Elaine said. Next, he'll be after me! She got up and went to greet some friends.
    You know, Tiff said, practically everybody I've met so far in this city, including everybody last night, has hit me with that?
    It's a good thing you're not running for office, Stone said.
    Thank God for small favors. You sleep well last night?
    Well, I tossed and turned for a while, thinking of you, but I finally got a few hours. Woke up this morning to find the Texan in my kitchen again, this time with his date. Oh, guess what her name is.
    Oh, God, don't tell me.
    I'm afraid so.
    You see the cross I bear.
    I do.
    What do you eat here?
    Try the osso buco, unless you're dieting.
    I never diet; I exercise instead. The Waldorf has a very nice gym. Do you work out? she asked, poking him in the belly with a finger.
    I hate it, but I do. I've got some equipment in the basement.
    It looks like a nice house; you had it long?
    I inherited it from a great-aunt a few years ago and did most of the renovation myself.
    Nice to have a great-aunt, isn't it?
    Yep. I'll show you the place sometime; my father did all the cabinetwork and millwork.
    Your father was a builder?
    A cabinet and furniture maker. His father was a textile mill owner in Massachusetts, but they parted company over politics.
    What was the disagreement?
    My grandfather was a Republican; my father was a Communist.
    No kidding?
    Don't tell the AG; he'll come after me.
    Don't worry, his time is taken up with Islamists these days. Where'd your first name come from?
    My mother's name was Matilda Stone.
    The painter?
    Yes. You know her work?
    I saw an exhibit of hers at the Morgan Library once, years ago. She's dead, isn't she?
    They both are. Your folks still alive?
    Very much so. Daddy is a Washington lawyer, and Mother is, well, a hostess and a great beauty. For a living.
    Baldwin and Peet?
    The very same.
    So your daddy's rich, and your ma is good-lookin'?
    That's about the size of it.
    Tough.
    Yes, it's been a hard life.
    You ready to order?
    The osso buco sounds great.
    Stone ordered it for both of them, along with a bottle of Amerone.
    Dino came in, hung up his coat and sat down at their table.
    What are you doing here? Stone asked. Can't you see I'm trying to seduce this woman?
    Introduce me, Dino said.
    Tiff, this is Lieutenant Dino Bacchetti, commander of the detective squad at the Nineteenth Precinct. Dino, this is Tiff Baldwin, the new U. S. Attorney.
    I heard about you on TV, Dino said. Why are you trying to crucify Martha Stewart?
    Tiff buried her face in her hands and pretended to weep.
    It's not her fault, Dino, Stone said, now go find another table.
    Okay, okay, I know when I'm not wanted, Dino said, getting up. By the way, I talked to my guy who's heading the investigation of the shooting the other night. He thinks you were the target, not Billy Bob. See ya. And with a wave, he went and sat down with somebody else.
    Somebody's shooting at you? Tiff asked.
    Ignore Dino, Stone said. He's making it up.
    Are you really trying to seduce me?
    Not yet.
    Tiff dropped Stone off at his house at midnight.
    You going to be around this weekend? he asked.
    Yep, I'm apartment-hunting all day Saturday.
    You'll be tired when you're done; why don't I cook you some dinner that