Loitering with Intent

First Chapter

Elaine's, late.
    Stone Barrington arrived at his table at the same time as his usual Knob Creek on the rocks and made a mental note to increase the waiter's tip. This generosity was blown right out of his mind as he took his first welcome sip, because entering the restaurant immediately after him, as if she had been following him in another cab, was his girlfriend, Tatiana Orlovsky.
    Stone was surprised to see her, because, earlier in the day, he had asked her to dinner, and she had declined. Her excuse had been better that the I-have-to-wash-my-hair standby, but not much, and she had declined an invitation the evening before, as well. They had been seeing each other for some months, and she pleased him more and more. He stood up to greet her.
    "Hello," she said.
    "May I take your coat and get you a drink? I have a business dinner in a few minutes, but we have time."
    She sat down without removing her coat, a bad sign. "No," she said, "I'm not staying. There's something I have to say to you."
    Very bad sign: "... say to you," not "talk with you." His inference was that a response would not be entertained. "All right," he said, taking a long drag on his bourbon. He had a feeling he was going to need it.
    "Henry is moving back in," she said. Henry Kennerly was her estranged husband, and in Stone's experience and from her stories, he was an unreconstructed drunk and bully.
    "Tati," Stone said, as gently as possible, "are you out of your fucking mind?"
    "He's been sober for ninety-one days," she replied, choosing not to address the issue of her sanity. "He's never done that before."
    "And how long do you expect him to remain in that condition?"
    "He's a new man, or rather an old one, the one I knew when I first met him. He has melted my heart."
    Stone felt his sex life leaving his body, like a parting spirit. "Tati..."
    "Stop," she said, holding up a hand like a traffic cop. "It won't do any good to talk about it. Our time together has been wonderful, and I've enjoyed every moment of it, but it's not going anywhere and besides, this is my marriage I'm talking about."
    Stone wanted to remind her that it had been an unpleasant and abusive marriage for years, but he uncharacteristically managed to sense the obvious, that she was in no mood to talk. He shrugged.
    She stood up, and he stood up with her. She walked around the table, gave him a light, sweet kiss on the lips then walked out of the restaurant. As she made her way through the tiny vestibule, one man flattened himself against the wall to let her pass, while another held the outside door open for her. Stone could see a cab waiting with the rear door standing open; she got into it and drove away down Second Avenue into what had become a blowing snowstorm.
    The two men entered the restaurant and walked toward Stone. The taller of the two was Bill Eggers, his law-school buddy and currently the managing partner of the prestigious law firm of Woodman & Weld, to which Stone was "Of Counsel," which meant that he was hired to handle the cases the firm did not wish to be seen to handle.