Loitering With Intent (Stone Barrington, No. 16)
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Key West is a great place to unwind, unless you?re Stone Barrington, and you?re looking for someone who doesn?t want to be found.
your varnishing, Chuck.” “I had a lot of experience restoring her predecessor, a thirty-two-foot one-off that I lived aboard. This one is forty-four feet, and, believe me, the extra room is going to come in handy.” “May I see below?” Stone asked. Chuck led him down the companionway and into the saloon. There was a built-in dining table and a galley tucked into a corner, a chart table and seating for eight or so. “Gorgeous,” Stone said. “There’s just the one cabin, aft,” Chuck said, pointing
they likely to give me a lie detector test?” “It’s a possibility. Does that make you nervous?” “Of course.” “If they suggest it, I’ll tell them no,” Stone said. “That won’t surprise them. If we feel they need more convincing, then we’ll suggest a polygraph.” “How good are those things?” “Pretty good, if the operator is experienced and neutral.” “I think I could pass it,” Evan said. “Suggest it, if you feel it’s in my interests.” “I’ll keep that in mind,” Stone said. Rocco Corelli came to
Stone said. Dino took out his cell phone. “I’m going to go call Wally,” he said, going out onto the screen porch. Tommy stood up. “And I’m going to go call Mike Levy.” Evan came back into the living room and sat down. “I made the call; the secretary and my grandfather are both on board.” “Evan,” Stone said, “have you ever done any acting?” “Yes, in high school and university theater. I played both leads and character parts.” “Well,” Stone said, “we’ve got an important role for you.” “Oh?”
so treat him right.” “Of course, Mr. White. How do you do, Joe?” “Just fine, thanks,” Evan said. “Nice place you have here.” “Mr. White, your regular booth is ready, but if you wish to have a drink at the bar first . . .” “No, thanks, Marty,” Manny said. “We’ll sit down now.” They were shown to the booth, and Manny took the seat facing the door. Evan noticed him scanning the faces of the other diners. “See anybody you know?” “A couple of people,” Manny said. “I’m more interested in who I
some dinner?” Evan asked. “You can, if you like,” Manny replied. “I’m not going to be here that long.” GIGI DROVE SLOWLY past the buoy and into the creek. “Throttle back to idle,” Larry said. Gigi did so, and the boat was barely making headway against the current from the creek. They made another fifty yards, and Gigi could see the pontoon and the other boats in the dim light. Larry reached over and switched off the ignition. “Why did you do that?” Gigi asked. “The light on the shed is