Shoot First(Stone Barrington #45)(29)

“What kind of boat?”

“A Hinckley picnic boat, a thirty-four-footer with a little galley and a double berth.”

“Fast?”

“It’s got twin 320s, and it’ll crank out thirty-five knots, in a panic, a little less at cruise rpms. The renters were impressed with my Coast Guard captain’s license.”

“Is there a gun shop in Rockland?”

“Is there a town anywhere in this country where there isn’t a gun shop?”

“Right,” she said. “What’s our schedule?”

“We pick up the airplane at nine AM. I’ve booked a car and driver to get us to Teterboro. I’ll have to do a little pattern work to show them I can fly the thing, but we’ll be headed north before lunch.”

“How long a flight?”

“An hour or so, I guess. I’ve booked a rental car at the Rockland airport, then we’ll take possession of the boat, and you can go gun shopping. We’ll sleep aboard, then case Islesboro from the water the following morning.”

“And then?”

“And then we’ll make a plan. Oh, one other thing—there’s an operating quarry near Rockland. We might be able to put our hands on some explosives tonight. That will give us more options.”

“Options are a good thing,” Jane said, “but I’d settle for one clear shot at Miss Meg.”

“So would I,” Joe replied.





22




Stone, Meg, and Ed Rawls sat before a roaring fire and swirled the brandy in their glasses. The dogs lay in a pile in front of the fireplace.

Ed was the first to speak. “What precautions have you taken, Stone?”

Stone took a sip of his brandy. “Precautions? We left New York City and came to Maine.”

“Is that enough, do you think?”

“Yes,” Meg chimed in. “Is that enough?”

“Well, let’s see,” Stone muttered. “We drove out of my garage at, what, seven-thirty this morning? We drove to Teterboro, and we weren’t followed. We flew something over three hundred nautical miles to Rockland, changed planes, then flew to an island in Penobscot, Maine, and we’re sitting in a well-armored house, drinking Rémy Martin. Is that enough precautions?”

Ed shrugged. “Maybe. How well do your pursuers know you?”

“Not at all, I hope.”

“How did they find you to make the two earlier attempts on Meg’s life?”

“Well, the first time, they knew Meg was attending a Steele Group board meeting, and they probably checked the activities board at the Casa Marina Hotel and found out she was on the list to play in a golf tournament, and there’s only one golf course in Key West.”

“And the second time?”

“They followed my boat from the Key West Yacht Club to some islands west of there.”

“I didn’t know you had a boat in Key West.”

“I didn’t, until the day before we left.”

“So how’d they ascertain that you were leaving on a boat for some island?”

“The yacht club is in plain sight of a main road—it would have been easy to spot us. Also, we stopped for fuel in Key West Bight, and we could have been seen there, then followed.”

“Where’d you go?”

“Out to Fort Jefferson, about seventy miles west of Key West.”

“How’d they know where you were going? A boat isn’t like an airplane—you don’t file a flight plan.”

“I suppose they followed us from a discreet distance. I wasn’t looking for a tail.”

“Were you looking for a tail this morning?”

“I checked out the block as we drove away, and I didn’t see anybody.”

“But somebody could have seen you leave, then followed you to Teterboro?”

“I suppose that’s possible.”

“Then anybody with a smartphone could look up your tail number and check your flight direction and destination.”

“Once again, yes, I suppose so.”

“It would be harder to figure out where you were going after Rockland, unless, of course, these people know you better than you think and know about this house.”

“Oh, all right, Ed, I concede your point. Now, do you have another point?”

“It occurs to me that a moving target is harder to hit than a stationary one.”

“Another very good point. Are you suggesting we move around?”

“I recollect that you are a partner in a very nice floating object.”

“That’s right, I am,” Stone said. “I had not forgotten. I thought we might even take a little cruise.”

“What a good idea,” Ed said drily.

“Is this floating object as nice as the one in Key West?” Meg asked.

“Much nicer,” Stone said.

“I’m up for a Penobscot Bay cruise,” she said.

“I’ll see what I can do,” Stone said. “I’ll call our captain tomorrow morning. How would you like to come along, Ed?”

“You got an easy chair aboard?”

“Several of them.”

“Then I’m available.”