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animal, aren't you. Do you have another one after Woodman and Weld's?
    My last party of the evening.
    Stone grabbed his coat and followed her into the vestibule, where an FBI agent had the elevator door held open. They rode down in the elevator in silence, then got back into a waiting Lincoln, which was longer than the other one, while the two agents accompanying them got into a black SUV behind them.
    I don't think I've ever had this many chaperones on a date, Stone said. And armed, too.
    This isn't a date, she said. It's a coincidence.
    TIFFANY BALDWIN pressed a button, and a glass partition between them and the driver slid up. Okay, she said, it's not a coincidence.
    Oh?
    Nope. I'm new in town, and I needed a date for this party, and I once saw you across a crowded room, and I figured, what the hell?
    I'm flattered. And is this Rodney Peeples fiction?
    Nope, he's real, but elusive. We heard a rumor that you were involved with him, so it was a good excuse to call you.
    They pulled up in front of the Four Seasons, and the doorman got the door.
    Let's leave our coats in the car, Tiffany said. Then we won't have to stand in line for the coat-check room when we leave.
    Stone tossed both coats and his hat into the rear seat and hustled her into the building, his teeth chattering. They climbed the big staircase and emerged into the Grill Room, which had been mostly cleared of tables so those present could drink and pump each other's hands without bumping into the furniture. A string quartet was sawing away at some Mozart in a corner, and great quantities of food and drink were being consumed.
    Stone snagged two glasses of champagne from a passing waiter, and they waded into the crowd.
    Well, Tiffany said, this is a good introduction to New York City. I recognize a lot of faces here; how many of them do you know?
    Hardly any, except for the lawyers I run into in the hallowed halls of Woodman and Weld, but I recognize the same faces you do. They were former cabinet members, politicians, a couple of United States senators, the mayor, the police commissioner and enough city councilmen, CEOs and movers and shakers that if laid end to end would reach somewhere into the northern regions of Central Park.
    Bill Eggers elbowed his way through the mob and, ignoring Stone, gave Tiffany a big hug and kiss. Welcome home, kiddo, he said.
    Home? Stone asked.
    I interned at Woodman and Weld for two summers during law school, she said.
    Eggers took her by the hand and led her up some stairs to a level overlooking the party. Somebody rang a silver bell, and the crowed quieted a bit.
    Good evening, everyone, Eggers said. On behalf of Woodman and Weld I want to welcome you all here to our annual profit-draining salute to our clients and friends. I will keep you long enough only to introduce you to the newest member of the New York legal fraternity, who has just been appointed the United States Attorney for the Southern District of New York. Formerly, as a law student, she worked summers at Woodman and Weld, and I firmly intend to use that connection every chance I get on behalf of our clients. May I introduce Ms. Tiffany Baldwin! There was loud applause. Tiffany raised a glass to the crowd and mouthed a thank you, but said nothing. She descended the stairs with Eggers, and Stone could not get near her for an hour, such was the press to meet her.
    It was not until he had been swept into the main dining room for dinner that he found her again, his place card opposite hers.
    I assume you met everyone in the place, he said, sitting down.
    Twice, she said, fanning herself with her hands. What happened to you?
    I was flotsam in the tide, but you were right, this event is an excellent introduction for you. Now half the movers and shakers in the city can say they know you when their friends say, 'Who the hell is Tiffany Baldwin?'
    Call me Tiff, she said. It takes some of the sting away.
    What were your parents thinking?
    Louis Comfort Tiffany was a distant