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Stone Barrington was sitting up in bed watching last night’s recording of The Rachel Maddow Show, while skipping Joe Scarborough’s rant during the first half hour of Morning Joe, which was on a subject he had heard about too often: small government. His cell phone rang, and he picked it up. “Hello?”

“Scramble,” a female voice said.

He paused. This was the secure cell phone on which he only got calls from Lance Cabot, the director of the Central Intelligence Agency, who always scrambled. It was a CIA iPhone, given to Stone when he was appointed special adviser to the director, with the putative rank of deputy director, though he was no such thing.

“Scramble, goddammit!” she said.

Stone pressed the button. “Scrambled,” he said. “Now who the hell is this?”

“It’s Holly, you complete ass,” she said. “You don’t recognize my voice anymore?” They had been lovers for years.

“Of course I do, but how did you get this number?”

“You gave it to me,” she said, “to use for the most confidential calls, and all of my calls to you are most confidential.”

“Oh,” he said. Holly was the secretary of state and about to announce a run for the Democratic nomination for president. She was very, very careful about being seen or heard communicating with Stone; the press would have far too much fun reporting ad nauseam that she was sleeping with someone.

“‘Oh’? Is that all you’ve got to say?”

“Yes,” he replied. “Now it’s your turn: What have you got to say?”

“I’m coming to New York, and I want to spend the night at your house, doing what we always do there.”


“Oh, what?”

“Oh, of course. I look forward to seeing you. What time?”

“We’re landing at the East Side Heliport at noon. Can Fred meet me?” Fred Flicker was Stone’s factotum, a pint-sized veteran of Britain’s Royal Marines Commandos.

“Sure. What did you mean by ‘we’?”

“The presidents will be aboard, too, since it’s the presidential helicopter.” The presidents were Katharine Lee, the current president, and her husband, Will Lee, the former president.

“Invite them to dinner.”

“I don’t want to dine with them, I want to dine with you. Alone. I need your advice on something.”

“Something that can’t be discussed on a scrambled CIA iPhone?”

“Certainly not. Do you trust those people?” Holly had once been the director of the Central Intelligence Agency, and she knew them well.

“Well, yes, I trust them. Sort of.”

“You’re hopeless,” she said. “See you later.” She hung up.

Stone hung up, too, and the other phone rang again almost immediately. “Hello?”

“It’s Dino. Dinner tonight? Viv is traveling again.” Dino was Dino Bacchetti, Stone’s former partner on the NYPD and now the police commissioner of New York City.

“Can’t. Holly’s on her way in for the evening.”

“What, I’m not allowed to see Holly now?”

“She wants us to dine alone. She needs advice about something.”