Dead in the Water

room?”
    “Right this way,” Thomas replied.
    When they had gone Allison turned to Stone. “Did that go well?”
    “I think it could hardly have gone better.”
    “She’s suspicious of you and me, though; woman’s intuition. We’d better be very correct around her.”
    “We’d better be very correct everywhere, except in bed,” Stone replied. “I’d suggest we give up sex for the duration, but I don’t think I could stick to that.”
    She smiled. “Neither could I.”
    “Stop smiling at me that way,” he said, looking around.
    The smile disappeared. “I’ll be very correct,” she said.

Chapter
14
    S tone had just finished his breakfast when Thomas waved at him from the bar and held up the phone. “Call for you from New York; fellow named Cantor. You want to take it here or upstairs?”
    “I’ll take it down here,” Stone said, crossing to the bar and picking up the phone. “Bob?”
    “Yeah, Stone.”
    “I thought you’d be on your way to the Canaries.”
    “I’m calling from Kennedy Airport; this morning was the first flight I could make and still do your legwork in the city.”
    “What did you find out?”
    “Almost nothing about Allison Manning, but quite a bit about her husband.”
    “Shoot.”
    “First, Allison; she went to some New Englandwomen’s college, then worked in advertising, then she met Paul Manning, and they got married.”
    “That much she’s told me; anything else?”
    “Not yet; I didn’t have the time to track down anybody who knows her.”
    “What about the husband, then?”
    “I got luckier there. There was an interview a couple of years ago in Publishers Weekly , the trade magazine, right after he signed his last contract, which was for four and a half million dollars for two books. Not bad, huh?”
    “Not bad at all.”
    “He finished the second book just before they left on the sailing trip. He had done increasingly well over the years, but three books ago he had a big bestseller, and that got him the new contract.”
    “Pretty rich writer, huh? And I was worried about Allison financing her defense.”
    “He’s a big spender, at least since he signed that contract. He bought the place up in Greenwich; I called a friend of mine who’s in real estate in that area, and she remembered the house. Big place—six or seven bedrooms; pool, tennis court, stables, greenhouses; on about eight acres; that’s a lot of real estate in Greenwich. He paid two million eight for it, and she says it’s probably worth three and a half, four million now. Then he ordered this yacht; I gather you’ve already seen that.”
    “Yeah; you find out anything about his debts?”
    “He’s got a two-million-dollar mortgage on the house—that’s about the max you could get at that level—and he owes a million two on the boat. There’ssome smaller stuff, but not that small; he’s got sixty grand in credit card debt and a line of credit secured by the equity in the house—three hundred thousand—and half that is used up.”
    “Anything about insurance?”
    “His credit report shows that Chubb ran a check on him a while back, and that sounds like he’s buying insurance.”
    “I know he had insurance; I just don’t know how much.”
    “I reckon he has a net worth of around five, six million, if you include what’s still to pay on the book contract. He’s sometimes late on bill payments, but nothing serious, never more than thirty days.”
    “In short, he lives like a prince, but he’s not all that rich.”
    “That pretty much sums it up.”
    “Any criminal record?”
    “None.”
    “Ex-wives?”
    “One. He was divorced about a month before he married Allison.”
    “Alimony?”
    “I haven’t had time to dig out the court records, but the divorce happened before he hit it big, so it’s probably not too bad. They were only married a year, and it was a Florida divorce, so there’s no community property law.”
    “What else?”
    “Out of college he worked for newspapers, starting in small towns, then working his way up. His last job was on the Miami Herald , before he quit to write full time.”The sound of notebook pages being turned came down the line. “Graduated from Cornell with a degree in journalism; high school in Olean, New York; born and raised there. He was pretty much the all-American boy. Too young for Vietnam, so he was never in the service; won a couple of awards at the Herald ; that’s about it for now. I gotta run, Stone; it’s last