by Stuart Woods
“Okay. Remember, sunshine causes skin cancer.”
“Thanks for reminding me.” He punched off and turned to Liz. “The money’s on its way to the insurance company.”
“Wonderful. Can I buy you lunch to celebrate? We can go back to Renato’s.”
“Sure. I liked it there.”
They ate pasta and chatted. “Now that you’re going to be a truly free woman, what are your plans?” he asked.
“Well, I think that depends on how it goes with Thad,” she said. “So far, so good. He’s very sweet . . . and virile.” She smiled.
Stone laughed. “He’d have to be to keep up with you, as I recall.”
“We were quite something for a short time, weren’t we?”
“I guess we were, at that.”
“You were the first man I’d slept with besides Paul for a very long time, and I found the experience, well, liberating.”
“I’m glad.”
“I have the distinct impression that you’re liberating Callie Hodges, at the moment.”
“I didn’t say that,” he blustered.
“You didn’t have to. I took one look at her this morning—or rather she took one look at me—and I knew. She knows we slept together, doesn’t she?”
Stone nodded and sipped his wine. “I thought it best to tell her.”
“You getting serious about this girl?”
“Too soon to say,” Stone said, uncomfortable.
She placed her hand on his. “I’m sorry to embarrass you, Stone. It’s just that I think I envy her a little. Maybe more than a little.”
Stone didn’t know what to say.
“But,” Liz said, “we must learn to be content with our lot, mustn’t we? Lord knows, I have no complaints. I was just feeling a little greedy.”
“I’m flattered,” Stone said.
They walked back to the car, and as Stone opened the door for Liz, he noticed that the rear tire on the curb side had gone flat. He squatted and examined it. There was a large hole in the tread, too big a hole for a slow leak. It was as if somebody had plunged a knife into it.
Stone shrugged off his jacket and tossed it into the rear seat. “I’m afraid we’ve got a flat,” he said. “It’ll just take a couple of minutes to change.”
“Why don’t you call the Mercedes service people?” she asked. “They’ll come and change it.”
“It’ll only take a minute.” He opened the trunk and went to work. He thought about it as he cranked the jack. Was somebody really crazy enough to slash a tire in broad daylight in the middle of Worth Avenue?
17
STONE SPENT THE AFTERNOON READING, AND LATE IN THE day Joan Robertson called from New York.
“We’ve closed with the insurance company,” she said,
“and I’ve wired the funds. Want me to fax you a fully executed copy of the document?”
“Please,” Stone replied. “I expect Mrs. Harding would like to have it.”
“Right away.” She paused. “Stone?”
“Yes?”
“There’s something I think I ought to mention. It seemed like nothing, really, but I just have a feeling . . .”
“What is it?”
“You’ve had some phone calls the last few days, from a man who wouldn’t give his name.”
“What did he say?”
“He wanted to speak to you; then, when I told him you were away, he wanted to know where you were.”
“Did you tell him?”
“No, I felt uneasy about it. I just told him that I’d have you call him, but he wouldn’t leave a number.”
“How did he sound?”
“Nice, at first, then insistent. He was very annoyed that I wouldn’t tell him where you were.”
“And he wouldn’t leave a number?”
“No, but I nailed him on caller ID. The first two times he called from the Brooke Hotel, on Park Avenue.”
“Did the readout give a room number?”
“No, just the phone number. I called it and got the hotel operator. Then, after that when he called, the caller ID didn’t report a number, said it was outside the area or something.”
“When were the first phone calls?”
“Thursday and Friday.”
“Okay, if he calls back again, give him my cell phone number.”
“You sure? I have this creepy feeling.”
“I’m sure. He won’t know where I am.”
“Okay.”
“Anything else?”
“Everything else seems normal,” she said.
“Talk to you later, then.” He hung up and thought about the calls for a few minutes, then he dialed the number of Bob Berman, an ex-cop who sometimes undertook investigative work for him, particularly work that Stone could pretend not to know about.
“Hello,” Bob said.
“Hi, it’s Stone.”
“How you doing?”
“Pretty good. I’m in Florida at the moment.”
“You’re just trying to hurt me, aren’t you?”
“Yes. You up for some work?”
“Sure. What you got?”
“I’ve had a couple of phone calls that are worrying Joan. The first two came from the Brooke Hotel, on Park—she got that from caller ID. You know anybody at the Brooke? Maybe somebody in security, an ex-cop?”
“Nah, not a soul. You got a room number?”
“No.”
“Could the calls have come from a pay phone?”
“No, the number reported was the hotel’s.”
“Would the guest list for that time help?”
“Maybe,” Stone said. “How hard would it be to get it?”
“I might be able to hack into their computer,” Bob replied. “Depends on how tough their security fire wall is. My guess is, if a travel agent can get in to check availability, I can get in. I know a guy at the phone company. He can give me a list of all their lines. Probably cost five hundred, though.”
“Spend the money,” Stone said. “At least I can see if there’s a familiar name on the list.”
“What day did the guy call?”
“Thursday and Friday. I suppose the guest list for either day would do. See if you can get the home addresses of the guests, too.”
“I’m on it,” Bob said.
“Call me on my cell phone when you get something.”
“Will do.” Bob hung up.
Juanito appeared with an envelope. “A fax for you, Mr. Barrington,” he said.
“Thank you, Juanito,” Stone said, accepting the envelope. He opened it to find the fully executed agreement with the insurance company.
“And you have a telephone call,” Juanito said, handing him a cordless phone.
“Hello?”
“Mr. Barrington?”
“Yes?”
“This is Dan Griggs, from the Palm Beach Police Department.”
“How are you, Chief?”
“Okay, I guess. I ran a check on this Paul Manning fellow. He’s dead. He was hanged for murder on a Caribbean island called St. Marks a few years ago.”
“I’m sorry, Chief. I should have given you a heads up on that.”
“You knew he was dead?” The chief sounded annoyed.
“He’s not dead. St. Marks is a small, independent nation with a strange justice system and a greedy prime minister. He was bought out.”
“Bought out of a hanging?”
“For half a million dollars.”
“I never heard of anything like that,” Griggs said.
“There are some places where it happens.”
“So you think we might have a murderer loose around here?”
“It’s possible. I still don’t have any concrete evidence of that, but if I come across any, I’ll let you know.”
“How many people did he kill?”
“Three.”
“Well, I think I’d like to see him in my jail.”
“I’m afraid there’s nothing to arrest him for, yet,”
Stone said.
“Three murders isn’t enough? Isn’t there any evidence against him?”
“It happened in another country, and my guess is the evidence no longer exists. According to the record, he was tried, convicted and executed, so, in a legal sense, he’s not only protected by the law on double jeopardy, he no longer exists.”
“Except he does.”
“He does.”
“You got a description of this man? I’d like to distribute it to my people.”
“Tall, six-three or -four, on the slender side when I knew him, although he used to be a lot heavier, I’m told. Hair could be any color. He had a prominent nose when I knew him, though he’s apparently had a nose job, so I’m not sure I’d recognize him on sight.”
“So, tall is all we’ve got?”
“That’s about it. He might have gotten heavier, but I doubt if he’s gotten any shorter.”
The chief laughed. “I guess not. Okay, he’s tall and dead. I’ll let my people know.”
“I’ll call you if I learn anything else,” Stone said. The two men said goodbye and hung up.
Liz appeared on the afterdeck in a bikini, looking fetching.
“I’ve got something for you,” Stone said, handing her the envelope.
She took out the agreement and read it swiftly. “My get-out-of-jail-free pass,” she said, smiling.
“Well, not exactly free,” Stone reminded her.
“It’s worth every penny.” She put her arms around him and gave him a big kiss, reminding him, for a moment, how much he had enjoyed her embrace in the past.
Stone looked over her shoulder and saw Callie coming up the gangplank. “All in a day’s work,” he said, gently removing her arms from his neck.
She tucked the document into her purse. “I’m going up on the top deck and catch some sun,” she said.
“See you later.” He watched her climb the stairs, then turned to greet Callie.
“I can’t leave you alone for a minute, can I?” she said, poking him in the ribs.
“Just her sincere thanks for a job well done,” he replied.
“What kind of job?” she demanded, her eyes narrowing.
“A professional job,” he said, giving her a kiss.
“If she does it again, I’m going to do a professional job on her,” Callie said.
“Say, have you, by any chance, seen a tall man hanging around the house or the neighborhood?”
“No, but . . .”
“But what?”
“There was a tall man at the party I didn’t know and didn’t invite.”
“How tall?”
“Real tall; taller than you.”
“Hair color?”
“Dark, going gray.”
“Nose?”
“Straight. Rather nice-looking man. I started to work my way over to him to find out if he was a crasher, but at that moment you arrived with Liz, which distracted me, and when I looked for him again, he was gone.”
“Would you recognize him if you saw him again?”
“Yes.”
“If you see him again—anywhere—I want to know about it.”
“Okay,” she said. “But why?”
“Let’s just say that I’d like to speak with him.”
18
CALLIE COOKED DINNER FOR THE THREE OF THEM, TAKING her time about it, and it was nearly ten when they sat down.
“You’re a superb cook, Callie,” Liz said, tasting her sweetbreads.
“Thank you, Liz,” Callie replied. She turned to Stone. “Compliments, please.”
“Wonderful,” Stone said. “Everything is wonderful.”
“A little quicker about it next time, if you want to continue to dine so well.”
“I could not be more grateful,” Stone said, tugging an imaginary forelock.
“Praise accepted,” Callie replied.
They ate in silence for a while, not even bothering with desultory conversation. Callie finished, got up and went for dessert.
“Callie is very attractive,” Liz said.
“Yes, she is.”
“I think I’m a little jealous. I had an awfully good time in your bed—or rather, in mine—and I haven’t forgotten a moment of it.”
“Neither have I,” Stone said, “but if quoted, I’ll deny I said that.”
“She’s very attractive,” Liz said, looking across the room at Callie.
“You said that before.”
“Why don’t we try . . .” She stopped.
“Try what?”
“Oh, what the hell—why don’t we try a threesome?”
Stone nearly choked on his wine.
“What, do you find the idea so repulsive?”
“Hardly,” Stone said, recovering himself. “It might just be too much of a good thing.”
“Are you afraid she won’t?”
“I’ve no idea how she would react, and I’m not going to find out.”
“I’ll feel her out,” Liz said. “So to speak. Don’t worry. I’ll be subtle.”
“Now listen,” Stone said, but then he looked up to see Callie returning with dessert. He shot Liz a glance and turned to receive a warm crème brûlée. “Looks wonderful,” Stone said.
Callie sat down. “So what have you two been talking about?” she asked, looking at Liz, then at Stone.
“Sex,” Liz said.
Stone gulped.
“What about sex?”
“Are you for it, or agin’ it?”
Callie laughed. “I’m all for it,” she said.
Stone felt panic rising in his chest. This conversation was out of control—out of his control, anyway. At that moment, Juanito appeared with the cordless phone. Stone could have kissed him.
“For you, Mr. Barrington,” the steward said.
Stone took the phone. “Hello?”
“Stone, it’s Dan Griggs. I’m sorry to call you so late.”
“That’s all right, Dan. What’s up?”
“One of my men—a plainclothesman—has spotted somebody matching the description of this Paul Manning.”
“Where?”
“Downtown, at a bar and restaurant called Taboo.” He gave Stone the address.
“He’s still there?”
“At the bar, talking to a woman. You want me to have him picked up?”
“No, Dan, I’ll go down there myself.”
“Okay. My man will be around if you need backup. His name is Detective Riley—short, good-looking, wears sharp suits.”
“I’ll call you later,” Stone said. He hung up and turned to the two women. “Something’s come up. I have to go downtown,” he said.
“I’ll come with you,” Callie said.
Stone had to think only for a nanosecond. He didn’t trust the two of them alone together. “All right,” he said. “Liz, do you mind?”
“No, go ahead. I’m going to have a brandy and turn in.”
“Let’s go,” he said to Callie. He led the way off the yacht and to the car.
“Where are we going?” Callie asked.
“You know a bar called Taboo?”
“Sure.”
“Get me there.”
“Okay, but why are we going there?”
“A man answering the description of the man you saw at the party is there. I want to know if it’s the same man.”
“Who is he?”
“I can’t really answer that until I’ve talked to Liz.”
“He’s part of the legal matter?”
“Yes.”
“Take a left, then a right,” she said.
Stone followed her directions.
“Is that why you wanted me to come along, so I could identify him?”
“Yep.”
“I got the feeling you didn’t want Liz and me talking about sex.”
“I can’t imagine how you got that idea,” Stone said.
“Well, you were obviously uncomfortable with the turn the conversation was taking. What was Liz tal
king about?”
“Nothing, really.”
“Well, I suppose I’ll have to ask her, if I want to know.”
“Oh, all right,” Stone said. “She suggested that she and you and I have a threesome. I want to point out that it was she who raised the subject, and I said absolutely nothing to encourage her.”
“Turn right again,” Callie said.
Stone turned.
“So what did you tell her?”
“I didn’t tell her anything. I was too surprised.”
“What were you going to tell her, after you’d recovered from your surprise?”
“I wasn’t going to tell her anything.”
“Why? Did the idea not appeal to you?”
Stone turned and looked at her.
“Keep your eyes on the road,” she said. “And take the next left.”
Stone turned left.
“Have you ever been in a threesome?” she asked.
“No,” he said.
“I have, once.”
“Really?” he asked, surprised.
“In college, with two guys. We were all good friends. It was just a one-time romp.”
“You astonish me.”
“For such a sophisticated man, you can be so . . . naive. Didn’t you think I would enjoy having two men?”
“Did you?”
“Very much, although we were all so embarrassed the next morning, we never repeated the experience.”
“Why were you embarrassed?”
“We were very young,” she said. There was a long pause. “I’m older, now, but I’ve never been in bed with a woman—in a threesome, I mean.”
“And not in a threesome?”
“Oh, sure. Most girls have tried that. It’s not such a big deal as it is with men.”
“I’ve heard other women say that.”
“So, what do you think?”
“About what?”
“About a threesome, with Liz and me?”
Stone looked up ahead and saw an awning, with the restaurant’s name emblazoned on it. “There’s Taboo,” he said, grateful for an excuse to avoid answering.
A valet took the car, and Stone and Callie went inside. The bar was straight ahead, and Stone saw Paul Manning immediately.
19
THE BAR WAS UP FRONT, THE RESTAURANT AT THE REAR. The place was subtly lit, and a pianist was playing quiet jazz underneath the conversation at the busy bar. Stone spotted Detective Riley leaning against the piano, holding a glass apparently filled with mineral water. Riley motioned toward the bar, but Stone was already staring at Manning’s back.
