Swimming to Catalina
Chapter One
Elaine's, late. Stone Barrington sat at a very good table with his friend and former partner Dino Bacchetti, who ran the detective division at the NYPD's 19th Precinct, and with Elaine, who was Elaine.
The remnants of dinner were cleared away by Jack, the headwaiter, and brandy was brought for Stone and Dino. It was very special brandy; Dino had the bottle of his own stuff stashed behind the bar, and it annoyed Elaine no end, because she couldn't charge him for it, not that she didn't find other ways to charge him for it.
"Okay, I want to know about Arrington," Elaine said.
"Elaine," Dino interrupted, "don't you know that Stone is still suffering a great deal of emotional pain over Arrington's dumping him?"
"Who gives a fuck?" Elaine asked, quite reasonably. "I want to know how he let her get away. She was something, that gir ... read full excerpt from Swimming to Catalina ebook
