Shoot First(Stone Barrington #45)(10)

Dino arrived in time to hear that. “Did he buy the house?”

“He did,” his wife replied.

“Can we stay here whenever we like?”

“You can,” Stone replied.

“Can we retire here?”

Viv and Meg laughed.

“Of course you can,” Stone said, joining the laughter.

“How much did you pay for it?”

“A million dollars more than Arthur Steele paid for it, but half a million less than he was asking.”

“This was Arthur’s house?”

“I’m so glad you didn’t know that,” Stone said, “because if you had, I’d have shot you.”

“You don’t sound all that happy about having this wonderful place.”

“I’m overjoyed,” Stone said, deadpan. “This was a conspiracy among Arthur, Joan, and Jack Spottswood.”

“They only did it because they love you,” Viv said.

Stone’s phone rang. “Hello?”

“Hi, it’s Jack. You’re now a slip-owning member of the Key West Yacht Club. They’ll send you a bill for the initiation fee and the first year’s dues and slip charges.”

“That was very quick.”

“I’m a past commodore and my nephew Billy is the current one. We know people.”

“Thank you, Jack.”

“And I booked you a table for four for dinner tonight. There’s an annual minimum charge for food and drink, and I thought you might like to start whittling it down.”

“You’re a fine attorney, a great proposer, and a lovely concierge,” Stone said. “I thank you for all of that.” They said goodbye and hung up.

“That was Jack Spottswood,” Stone said. “I’m now a member of the Key West Yacht Club, and we’re having dinner there tonight.”

“Great,” Dino said.

“I also own a slip. If I hadn’t taken it I’d have had to wait for somebody to die.”

“But you don’t own a boat,” Dino pointed out.

“It’s only Tuesday,” Viv said. “He’ll be here for a few more days.”

“I’m not buying a boat,” Stone said.



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THAT EVENING, Stone, Meg, Dino, and Viv arrived at Stone’s new yacht club. Jack Spottswood greeted them from the bar. “Come outside,” he said to Stone, “and I’ll show you your slip in the marina.”

Stone followed him out the door and across the parking lot, where a row of berths lay, each containing a boat.

“There you go,” Jack said, pointing, “that’s your slip.”

Stone looked at it and saw that a familiar-looking boat was parked in it. “Whose is the Hinckley 43 in my slip?”

“Oh, that belonged to the previous owner of the berth,” Jack said. “He died a couple of months ago, and his widow has put the boat up for sale.”

“It looks quite new,” Stone said.

“He had owned it for only a short time when he died,” Jack explained. “I think the engines have something like fifty hours on them.”

“Good evening, gentlemen,” a woman’s voice said from behind them.

Stone turned to find a handsome woman in her sixties standing there.

“Stone,” Jack said, “this is Betty Koelere, who now owns the Hinckley.”

Stone shook her hand. “How do you do, Betty? I was sorry to hear of your husband’s death.”

“Well, he had twenty-two years on me, and I guess it was his time,” she replied, then handed him a thick brown envelope. “I thought you might like to look this over—it’s the order form for the boat, listing all the equipment installed.”

Stone accepted the envelope. “I’ll have a look at it,” he replied.

“Have a good evening,” Betty said, then turned and walked back into the clubhouse.

“Jack,” Stone said, “is this a setup?”

“You mean, you, Betty, and the boat being in the same place at the same time?”

“Let’s not leave you out of the equation.”

Jack laughed and took Stone’s arm. “Let’s go back to the bar. You can look over the specs later.”

“You know,” Stone said, allowing himself to be led toward where the bourbon was, “I own a Hinckley 43 already, which is at my house in England.”

“I know that,” Jack replied. “I guess that means Betty won’t have to sell you on it.”

“I am not buying a boat,” Stone said.





8




Stone finished his Knob Creek just as the bartender set down another. He took the papers out of the envelope and scanned them quickly. The boat was equipped almost identically to his own, in England, but with a few extra options.

“How much is Betty asking?” Stone said to Jack Spottswood.

“I believe a new one is going for around two million,” Jack replied.

“They’ve gone up the past couple of years?”

“Hasn’t everything?”

“You didn’t answer my question. How much is she asking?”