{"product_id":"barely-legalisbn-9780735217249","title":"Barely Legal","description":"\u003cb\u003eIn this nonstop thriller from the #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling author of the Stone Barrington series, the protégé will become the hero as Herbie Fisher gets caught in a web of deceit, corruption, and greed.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eUnder the tutelage of Stone Barrington, Herbie Fisher has transformed from a bumbling sad sack into the youngest partner at the white-shoe law firm Woodman \u0026amp; Weld, and a man whose company is in high demand both because of his professional acumen and his savoir faire. But even his newly won composure and finely honed skills can’t prepare him for the strange escapade he’s unwittingly pulled into, and which—unbeknownst to him—has put him at the center of a bull’s-eye. In the city that never sleeps there are always devious schemes afoot, and Herbie will have to be quick on his feet to stay one step ahead of his enemies...and they’re closing in.\u003cb\u003ePraise for \u003ci\u003eBarely Legal\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e“Woods and Hall have crafted a fast-moving tale with a light touch....Crime fiction doesn’t get much more entertaining than this.”—\u003ci\u003eBooklist\u003c\/i\u003e (starred review)\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Herbie manages to stumble his way to the exciting, satisfying climax. The courtroom scenes are convincing, and a host of inept crooks will resonate with fans of Donald Westlake’s caper novels.”—\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eMore Praise for Stuart Woods\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Stuart Woods is a no-nonsense, slam-bang storyteller.”—\u003ci\u003eChicago Tribune\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“A world-class mystery writer...I try to put Woods’s books down and I can’t.”—\u003ci\u003eHouston Chronicle \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e“Mr. Woods, like his characters, has an appealing way of making things nice and clear.”—\u003ci\u003e\u003ci\u003eThe New York Times\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Woods certainly knows how to keep the pages turning.”—\u003ci\u003e\u003ci\u003eBooklist\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e“Since 1981, readers have not been able to get their fill of Stuart Woods’ \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling novels of suspense.”—\u003ci\u003e\u003ci\u003eOrlando Sentinel\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Woods’s Stone Barrington is a guilty pleasure...he’s also an addiction that’s harder to kick than heroin.”—\u003ci\u003eContra Costa Times\u003c\/i\u003e (California)\u003cb\u003eStuart Woods\u003c\/b\u003e is the author of more than eighty-five novels, including the #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e-bestselling Stone Barrington series. He is a native of Georgia and began his writing career in the advertising industry. \u003ci\u003eChiefs\u003c\/i\u003e, his debut in 1981, won the Edgar Award. An avid sailor and pilot, Woods lives in Florida, Maine, and Connecticut.1\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Benny Slick's life was flashing before his eyes. It was flashing      upside down because two goons were hanging him by his heels from      the window of his fourteenth-floor office. The elderly bookmaker      had been hit with financial reversals. A horse running at two      hundred to one had finished first; a surprising number of people      had bet on the nag to win, and in order to pay them off, Benny had      been forced to borrow more money than he had any realistic hope of      repaying.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The result was a visit from the one man in the world you didn't      want to see. Mario \"Payday\" Capelleti, so named for his habit of      walking into the shops of those who owed him money with two thugs      and proclaiming \"It's Payday!,\" had quite a reputation, and it      wasn't good. Those who didn't pay were left with a reminder of why      this behavior might not be the wisest course of action. Benny      Slick was receiving such a reminder.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Mario Payday was puffing on a big cigar. He walked over to the      window and blew smoke in Benny's direction. It barely reached him,      but the effect was chilling.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Hi, Benny. Remember me? You should. You took my money. And you      failed to pay me back. Not only did you fail to pay me the      principal, you failed to pay me the vig. No one fails to pay Mario      Payday the interest on a loan. How could you forget that?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"I didn't forget!\" Benny cried desperately.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Mario's eyes narrowed. \"You mean you did it deliberately? Benny,      you know such disrespect cannot be tolerated.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"I didn't do it deliberately!\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"But you do remember that you owe me money?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Yes, yes, I remember.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Mario smiled and spread his arms. \"He remembers. It's amazing how      quickly people remember when they're upside down. So where is my      money?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Benny's life was still flashing before his eyes, but then he was      ninety-two years old and there was a lot to flash. From somewhere      in the deep recesses of his mind the right image emerged. \"I got      it!\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"What have you got, Benny?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"I got your money!\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"How much money have you got, Benny?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"I got ninety grand!\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Mario nodded approvingly. \"Pull him up.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Mario's goons pulled Benny back into the office. His legs were      weak and he could barely stand.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Mario's glare was not helping. \"Ninety grand, Benny? You have      ninety grand and you couldn't pay me?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"It's not in cash.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Mario snapped his fingers, pointed to the window. \"Put him back.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Benny put up his hands. \"No, no, no. You don't have to do that. I      have a marker for ninety grand. It's good as cash. You can have      it.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"What marker?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Vinnie the Vig owed me money, and he didn't have the cash so he      gave me a marker.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Vinnie the Vig is dead.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"It's not his marker. Vinnie was holding another guy's marker for      ninety grand. When he went into my debt, he transferred the marker      to me, and I will now pass it on to you.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"You have a marker for ninety grand and you never cashed it?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"I couldn't. I was in prison.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Where's this marker now?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"It's in my desk.\" Benny hurried to his desk and began rifling      through the drawers, praying he could find the marker he'd      promised was in them. He hadn't cashed it because he'd forgotten      it was there. Shortly after he'd received it he was sent off to      the state penitentiary for indulging in his chosen profession. By      the time he got out he'd forgotten all about the marker, and only      recalled it with eternity staring him in the eye.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Benny pulled out his petty cash box, took out the money tray, and      searched through the papers in the bottom.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Mario watched him with growing skepticism. \"You have a marker for      ninety grand and you keep it with the petty cash receipts?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Benny hoped he did, but it was looking less likely.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e And then, suddenly, victory.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Benny clutched the slip of paper and held it up. \"Here! Here!\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Mario took the marker. \"All right, let's see who owes me ninety      thousand dollars.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He held it up, read the name.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Herbie Fisher.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 2\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Stone Barrington and Dino Bacchetti were having dinner at Patroon,      one of their usual haunts since Elaine's had closed. Their entrŽes      had just arrived when Dino looked over Stone's shoulder and his      eyes widened. \"Uh-oh.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"What?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Look who's here.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Stone was contentedly inspecting his steak. \"I'm busy. Who is it?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Herbie Fisher.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Oh, great.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Not necessarily.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Oh?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Stone turned and looked. The young man approaching their table was      indeed Herbie Fisher. He was impeccably dressed in a suit and tie.      He looked like a corporate lawyer, which indeed he was.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Herbie Fisher, the youngest lawyer ever to make senior partner at      Woodman  Weld, was a shining star, as adept at attracting clients      as he was at handling their legal problems. It was hard to believe      he had once been Stone's client, and not in the most savory of      cases. Were it not for Stone's legal gymnastics, Herbie probably      would have been in jail.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Stone had taken Herbie under his wing, and the young man had      flourished under his mentorship. Not only had he straightened out      his life, but Stone had taught him where to buy the right suits,      where to get the right haircut-in short, how to be a respectable      member of high society.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Since turning his life around, Herbie had never caused Stone a      moment's concern. On the contrary, he was the attorney to whom      Stone was most likely to refer important clients.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e At the moment Herbie was grinning from ear to ear, and the cause      was undoubtedly the young woman with him. Her beauty was enough to      turn any man's head. Though as conservatively dressed as any      third-grade schoolteacher, her radiant smile exuded more than a      hint of mischief.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Herbie ushered her up to the table.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Herbie,\" Stone said.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Herbie shot him a look. Since joining the law firm of Woodman       Weld he had adopted a less juvenile appellation.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Stone quickly corrected himself. \"Herb. And who is this charming      young lady?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Herbie positively beamed. \"Yvette, these are the men I've been      telling you about. Allow me to introduce Stone Barrington and Dino      Bacchetti. Gentlemen, this is Yvette Walker, my fiancŽe.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The young couple exchanged glances.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e So did Stone and Dino. It was momentary, however. Then they were      greeting Yvette enthusiastically, congratulating young Herbie, and      hoping the two would be happy together.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Dino took the lead. \"Yvette, I'm so happy for you. How did you      meet? Are you a lawyer, too?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e She smiled. \"Heaven forbid. I have nothing against lawyers, I just      don't want to be one.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"What do you do?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"I'm an actress.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Really? What have I seen you in?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"You probably haven't. I'm just getting started.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"You acted in college?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Yes.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Where did you go?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Yale drama school.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Dino smiled. \"Well, that's a coincidence. Our sons went to Yale.      Ben Bacchetti and Peter Barrington. Perhaps you knew them.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"It's a big school.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"They were in the theater department. Peter got a play produced      while he was still in school.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"I know of them. Award-winning Hollywood director and the head of      Centurion Studios. They were way before my time.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Not necessarily. Our kids started young.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Yvette's eyes twinkled. \"If you think I'm going to tell you my age      in front of my fiancŽe, you can forget it. I've told him just as      much as he needs to know, no more, no less. If you prove I'm older      than I said I was and he dumps me, I'll sue you for damages.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"And I'd handle the case,\" Herbie said with a smile. \"But that's      not going to happen. We're very happy.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Would you care to join us?\" Stone said.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Yvette and Herbie looked at each other. They clearly wished to be      alone.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Yvette politely declined. \"Thanks, but we've got a lot to talk      about. Come on, Herbie.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The happy couple chose a table for two in the back and out of      earshot.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"I notice she can call him Herbie,\" Dino said.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Was that nice?\" Stone said.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Was what nice?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"You were vetting her.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Was I?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"You know you were.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Dino shrugged. \"Force of habit.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"No, it wasn't. You're suspicious of her.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Well, can you blame me?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"What do you mean?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Are you kidding me? Ten years ago Herbie was a total fuckup,      couldn't tie his shoe. He'd make the worst choices, often      endangering his life.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"So?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"That was nothing compared to his taste in women. He was always      showing up with some hooker or other he was madly in love with,      despite the fact that he had just met her.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Stone conceded the point. \"He even went so far as to marry one.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Herbie's ex-wife had run off to Aruba with her brother, not to      mention a few million dollars of company assets, leaving Herbie      holding the bag.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"I remember it well. So, here he is, popping up again with a new      fiancŽe. If that's not dŽjˆ vu, I don't know what is.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"At least this one isn't a hooker. She looks like a very nice      young girl.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"I hope so,\" Dino said.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"You're really concerned.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Well, I'd hate to see Herbie get his heart broken. Is that bad?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"It's kind of sweet,\" Stone said.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Dino threw a napkin at him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 3\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e On the sidewalk outside Patroon, Mario Payday's goon Carlo leaned      up against the window and pressed his face to the glass. The young      man at the table in the back certainly appeared to be Herbie      Fisher. Of course, it was hard to tell with the picture he had to      work with. As usual, in identifying one of Mario Payday's new      clients, Carlo had gone right to the source and checked his arrest      record. Herbie had one, but his mug shot wasn't very good. The      young man in the restaurant looked a lot better than the one in      the photo. Of course, at the time the photo was taken he'd just      been picked up on a charge of murder, which couldn't have helped.      According to the rap sheet, he'd been charged with killing a      mobster named Carmine Dattila, commonly known as Dattila the Hun.      Carlo remembered the incident. The guy had marched into Dattila's      place of business and shot him twice in the head in front of a      dozen witnesses. Carlo couldn't imagine the young man at the table      doing that. He couldn't imagine anyone doing it and beating the      rap. Some things, Carlo told himself, just weren't fair.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Carlo whipped out his cell phone and called Mario.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"I got him.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Got who?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Your ninety-thousand-dollar marker. I found him having dinner.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Where?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Patroon. Guy's cleaned up his act some since his last arrest, but      it sure looks like him.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Does he look like he could pay ninety grand?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Sure does, unless it's all for show.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Okay. Make sure it's him. If it is, loosen him up.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Okay.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Carlo hung up the phone and went in. A man sitting near the door      looked familiar, but Carlo couldn't place him. He walked on by and      headed for the table in the back of the restaurant.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The young couple were speaking intimately, their heads tilted      toward each other, laughing. Carlo would have to spoil their fun.      That didn't bother him. Spoiling people's fun was a fringe benefit      of the job.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Carlo walked up to the table and said, \"Herbie Fisher?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e They looked up.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The girl frowned.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The guy said, \"Herb Fisher.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Carlo shrugged. \"Whatever. Mr. Fisher, you owe me ninety thousand      dollars.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The girl was clearly upset. She looked at the young man and said,      \"Herbie, what's going on?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Mister,\" Herbie said, \"I don't know who you are, but I don't owe      you ninety thousand dollars.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Fair enough. You owe my boss, and he intends to collect. He      wanted me to give you advance notice because he is a very nice guy      and likes to give fair warning.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"I don't know what you're talking about. You must have me confused      with someone else.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Herb Fisher? It is Herb Fisher, isn't it?\" Carlo slapped the rap      sheet down on the table. \"This is you, isn't it?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Herbie got to his feet. \"All right. You get the hell out of here.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Or what?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"There's no what. You're going to leave under your own power, or      I'll have you thrown out.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Have me thrown out? Oh, big man. What, you gonna call the chef?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e At the table in front, Stone Barrington looked over Dino's      shoulder. \"Uh-oh.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"What?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Looks like trouble.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Dino turned to look. The two men were facing off. \"That doesn't      look good. You think Herbie would welcome an intervention? Or you      think he wants to show off in front of his girl?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"I'm sure Patroon would welcome an intervention.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Dino got to his feet and started for the back.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Herbie saw Dino and put up his hand. \"It's okay. I got this.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Carlo looked to see who was coming up behind him. It was the man      who'd been sitting at the front table, the guy who'd looked      familiar.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The penny dropped.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e It was the commissioner of police!\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Carlo shied away from Dino and crashed into Herbie. Herbie grabbed      ahold of him to keep them both from going down. Carlo tried to      break free, but Herbie had him by the arm. This was not good.      Mario would not be pleased if he let himself get picked up by the      commissioner of police.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Carlo reached under his jacket and pulled out a snub-nosed      revolver.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"Look out, he's got a gun!\" Dino yelled.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Herbie spun Carlo away, taking Yvette out of the line of fire.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Carlo's finger twisted around the trigger.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The gun went off.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The sound was deafening in the crowded restaurant.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The bullet missed everyone and plowed into the wall.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The shock of the gunshot made Herbie lose his grip. Carlo spun      away, ducked past Dino Bacchetti, and charged down the aisle.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Stone stuck out his foot.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Carlo went down, rolled once, and came up in full panic mode. He      fired another shot over his shoulder, lunged out the door, and      pelted down the street as if the devil were at his heels.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e 4\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The cops ruined dinner. Any way you sliced it, a romantic evening      was not in the offing with ballistics experts digging bullets out      of walls and detectives taking witness statements.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The detective taking Herbie's was rather arrogant. His attitude      gave the impression he didn't believe a word Herbie said.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Of course, the fact that they had Herbie's rap sheet didn't help.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"The man said you owed him money?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"That's what he said.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"But you don't?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"I don't even know who he is.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"If you don't know who he is, how can you be sure you don't owe      him money?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"I don't owe anyone money.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"That's a rather broad statement. Couldn't you have some debt you      forgot about?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"He said I owed him ninety thousand dollars. I'd be apt to      remember that.\"","brand":"G.P. 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