Shoot First(Stone Barrington #45)(11)

“I’ll tell you the truth, Stone, she’s all alone now, and she’s cash-poor. I think she’ll accept any reasonable offer.”

“I don’t want to take advantage of a widow’s situation,” Stone said.

“Just offer her whatever you think is fair.”

Stone took another gulp of the bourbon, then a deep breath. “Offer her a million eight,” he said.

“I’ll be right back,” Jack replied. He walked to the other end of the bar and exchanged a few words with Betty Koelere, then returned. “Betty gratefully accepts your offer,” Jack said. He took the sheaf of papers and removed the last page. “Here’s the contract I drew up for her.” He wrote in Stone’s name and the price. “Initial in the two places and sign right here.”

Stone took another swig of the bourbon, then quickly read the contract, signed, and handed it to Jack. He got out his iPhone and tapped out an e-mail to Joan, then sent it. “Joan will transfer the funds to your firm’s account tomorrow,” he said to Jack.

Jack walked back down the bar, delivered the contract to Betty, who smiled broadly and waved. Jack returned. “Congratulations, Stone, and thank you for making that gentlemanly offer. And by the way, everything on the yacht is in perfect working order, the bottom is clean, and the boat is still under warranty for another four and a half years.”

Dino waved at him from a table. “Join us for dinner?” Stone asked Jack.

“Thanks, but I’m meeting some people. Your copy of the contract is in the envelope.”

Stone walked over to the table and sat down.

“Don’t tell us,” Dino said. “You just bought a boat.”

Stone finished his drink and waved for another. “God help me, I did.”

“Let’s go look at it,” Viv said.

“Tomorrow. Right now I’m starving.”

“I’ve never seen anything like it,” Meg said. “You started the day homeless, clubless, and yachtless in Key West, and you’ve put all that together in a single day.”

Stone managed a weak smile. “I guess I have,” he said.



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GINO AND VERONICA BELLINI checked into the Royal Suite at the Dorchester Hotel in London. He plugged in his laptop and checked his e-mail. “My goodness,” Gino said, “Miss Meg’s driverless cars, six in New York and one in Key West, seem to have gone awry. Harmony Software has already reached out for my help.”

“Isn’t that a pity,” Veronica said, lifting the back of his toupee and kissing his bald head. “Now, tell me what you’re getting out of this.”

“Satisfaction, pure satisfaction,” Gino replied, “and a big settlement when I tell them how to fix it.” His cell phone rang, and he answered it.

“Mr. Bellini, this is Frank Simmons at Harmony Software.”

“Hi there, Frank. What can I do for you?”

“Did you get my e-mail? We’ve got a major glitch in the driverless car software, and we need your help.”

“My help? Why, I thought you folks were getting along just fine without my help.”

“Be that as it may, we’d like to retain you as a consultant on the project.”

“On what terms?”

“One year, two million dollars.”

“Sorry, Frank, I’m a busy man.”

“What will it take, Gino? Tell me.”

“Three years at five million a year, and I don’t work on-site, just wherever I happen to be when you need me.”

“Please hold for a moment.”

“He’s checking with Meg,” Gino said to Veronica.

Simmons came back. “Done. I’ll e-mail you a contract. You can sign it, scan it, and return it. Meg will do the same. Now we need you to go into the Beta version and fix whatever is causing the cars to stop running.”

“Just as soon as I receive the contract, signed by Meg.”

“Tomorrow morning.”

“All right, Frank, I’ll fix Meg’s toy. It will be done by noon, Florida time, tomorrow. Oh, and I’ll need the latest sign-ins and passwords.”

“Thank you. Your contract is on the way to Meg.”

“Nice doing business with you, Frank,” Gino said, then hung up.

“It worked?” Veronica asked.

“To the tune of fifteen million dollars over three years,” Gino replied, grinning.



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MEG HUNG up her cell phone.

“You look glum,” Stone said. “Anything I can do to help?” They were in the middle of dinner.

“No, I’ve just fixed the problem, but it cost me fifteen million, out of my own pocket.”

“What does that fix?”

“The cars. We should be able to go on with the demonstration to the board. I’ll need to borrow your computer and printer when we get back to the house.”

Stone poured them all more wine. “Meg,” he said, “I get the feeling that extortion may be involved here.”

“And very likely, more to come,” she replied.



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THE BELLINIS DINED at Le Gavroche, possibly London’s finest restaurant and holder of three stars from the Guide Michelin.