What about him? No visible wounds; maybe an accident. Ill stay with him until... He heard a siren from uptown and looked to see the flashing lights approaching. He waved his arms, then pointed out the fallen cop. Without further conversation, he leapt on his Norton and headed south again, watching side streets. He heard the howl of the BMW again and was trying to get a fix on it when a black machine roared up to him from behind. He didnt have time to react, and the rider swung his fist at Stones upper body. Only it wasn’t just a fist. Stone saw the blade too late, then felt the searing pain and warm liquid running down his arm. Not exactly, but they excavated close enough to it so that there was a cave-in. Yeah, he does seem to fade in the light, doesnt he? Rick said. Where are you? she asked. Good luck. Stone read each sheet and then passed it to Dino.Looks like theres a file on Larkin in both London and Paris, complete with bad photographs. Devine felt like saying,Look whos talking. But what would have been the point? Youre not joking, are you? Theres only one way to find out. Call me Your Honor. What kind of a cab was it? Whenever you get religious I know were in trouble. No, I guess not, said Cowl absently, his mind clearly leaping ahead. Oh, hes up at the pound. I expect hell be adopted before the days out, he’s so cute. Somewhere. Still out with the goats. He killed a motorcycle deliveryman in Paris this morning, Dino pointed out. Thats enough for me to assume a threat. Stone got out of the car and walked a few steps to the main pontoon of the Seventy-ninth Street Boat Basin. He gazed out over the river and saw half a dozen or more small boats making their way up- or downstream. Is this one of your jokes? Stone asked..