E-book Extra: "We Are Very Different People": Stuart Woods on Stone Barrington.
Not a man to dwell on the past, Stone Barrington has no choice but to rattle old skeletons when the people closest to him start dying, and he has little to go on but the suspicion that the killer may be someone he once knew. The trip down memory lane isn't all bad though, for it reunites Stone with his ex-partner, Dino Bacchetti -- now head of detectives in the nineteenth precinct.
Trying to find a brilliant killer in a sea of old faces is difficult enough without Stone's former love, Arrington, now Mrs. Vance Calder, resurfacing, too -- especially when she sets off her own fireworks, coming nose-to-nose with his latest flame, a Mafia princess as beautiful as she is dangerous.
Caught on thrill ride of a case that tests him as none has ever done before, Stone races to find a twisted madman with a taste for blood vengeance, with only a prayer to find him before Stone's worst fears are realized.
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April 04, 2000
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Excerpt from Worst Fears Realized (Stone Barrington Series: #5) by Stuart Woods
The pain lay buried somewhere in the depths of Stone Barrington's upper body; a cross between a slipped disc and a coronary, it seemed. It had begun after a phone conversation early in the previous winter. The call, from Arrington Carter, had ended everything. Now she was the wife of another man, living in his house, rearing his son. He would never see her again, except in her husband's company, and he would never think of her again without feeling the pain.
He had never believed it would persist into the following spring, but it had. If anything, it was worse. He saw Dino a couple of times a week, always at Elaine's. Dino was his closest friend--sometimes, he felt, his only friend. Not true, of course. Elaine was his friend, and the evenings in her restaurant, with Elaine and Dino, were the only bright spots in his week. His law practice had lately been boring, a personal injury suit that dragged on and on, a bone thrown to him by Woodman & Weld, because there wasn't enough meat on it to nourish a firm with thirty partners and a hundred associates. They were ready to go to trial, and the expected settlement offer had not materialized. It was depressing. Everything was depressing. And the pain continued, assuaged only by bourbon, and he had done too much assuaging lately. He sat at table number five, at Elaine's, with Dino, and ordered another assuagement.
"Let's go to a party," Dino said. "Have your next one there."
"I don't feel like going to a party with a lot of cops," Stone said.
"It's not a cop party."
"You don't know anybody but cops," Stone said.
Dino caught the waiter's eye and signaled for a check. "I know lots of people," he said.
"Name three who aren't cops or Mafiosi."
"It's not a Mafia party, either," Dino said, dodging the question.
"Whose party is it?"
"It's at a deputy DA's."
"Oh. Then we get to bring our own booze."