him, he had stopped checking his rearview mirror. But that morning, on the way to the office, he happened to catch a glimpse of the Taurus a few car lengths behind him again.
He dialed Tully, who picked up on the fourth ring. Blackstone wanted a status report.
âI was intending to put this in a written report,â Tully said.
âForget that,â Blackstone said. âGive me a verbal. Whoâs the tail?â
âGuy named Howard Mercer,â Tully replied. âHe works for G & B Investigations, headquartered in New York. They are a national private-investigation firm. Mercer is the PI who heads up the DC branch. I know him a little. So I found out where he eats breakfast every morning and âaccidentallyâ on purpose sat next to him at the counter. Did some small talk. Asked him if he had any interesting cases latelyâthat sort of thing. He clammed up, paid his bill, and scooted out of there so fast youâd think Iâd just asked him to pick up my tab.â
âYou didnât leave it there, did you?â
âCome on, J.D. you know me better than that. Course not. But just donât ask me how I came upon the information I came upon, if you know what I mean.â
âSo?â
âHe made a series of international phone calls after every other tail of you, like clockwork, always to the same number.â
âWhere?â
âA number in the greater London area.â
âWhose number?â
âLast name of Deeâ¦does it ring a bell?â
âYeahâlike the hunchback up in the bell tower.â
âI sort of figured you already had a handle on this,â Tully said. âSee, you take all the fun out. So you want me to keep tracking him?â
âNo. Iâll take it from here,â Blackstone said.
After hanging up, Blackstone located the number Vinnie had given him for Lord Dee. Then he called it. It was early evening over in London.
As before, Deeâs personal secretary, Colin Reading, answered.
âI need to speak to Lord Dee,â Blackstone insisted. âRight away.â
âIâm sorry,â Reading replied stiffly, âLord Dee is rather engaged at the moment. Is there anything I can help you with?â
âYou can tell Lord Dee that I know all about Howard Mercer and G & B Investigations, who he hired to shadow me. You tell him that. And then remind him that if he wants me to help Vinnie Archmont he is going to have to deal with me directly. No personal secretaries. No backstairs staff. I want Lord Dee personally.â
Less than an hour later, Blackstoneâs cell phone rang as he was preparing to head home for the night.
âLord Dee has an opening,â Reading announced coldly. âDay after tomorrow.â
âShall I call him, or vice-versa?â Blackstone asked.
âOh, noâLord Dee wonât be on the telephone. He wants to meet you in person. Fly into Heathrow. Lord Deeâs personal driver will pick you up. Iâll give you my private e-mail address, and you can e-mail me your itinerary. Weâll make all the other arrangements for you for a nightâs stay at Lord Deeâs estate in Wessex.â
Blackstone made a quick call to his travel agent to line up the flight. Then Julia poked her head in his office.
âYou never told me what Dr. Coglin found out about the notepad,â she said.
âNo, I didnât,â he said with a scowl. âAnd it looks like I wonât.â
Julia gave him a puzzled look.
âThe Court granted a government motion barring me from divulging Dr. Coglinâs findings to anybody.â
âThatâs pretty over the top.â
âIâm still stewing over that one. I also found out who hired the guy whoâs been shadowing me.â
âOh?â
âYeah. His Strangeness, Lord Dee of Mysticville,â Blackstone griped.
âYouâre kidding. The guy whoâs footing the legal
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