Stone Barrington 06-11

undertook investigative work for him, particularly work that Stone could pretend not to know about.
    “Hello,” Bob said.
    “Hi, it’s Stone.”
    “How you doing?”
    “Pretty good. I’m in Florida at the moment.”
    “You’re just trying to hurt me, aren’t you?”
    “Yes. You up for some work?”
    “Sure. What you got?”
    “I’ve had a couple of phone calls that are worrying Joan. The first two came from the Brooke Hotel, on Park—she got that from caller ID. You know anybody at the Brooke? Maybe somebody in security, an ex-cop?”
    “Nah, not a soul. You got a room number?”
    “No.”
    “Could the calls have come from a pay phone?”
    “No, the number reported was the hotel’s.”
    “Would the guest list for that time help?”
    “Maybe,” Stone said. “How hard would it be to get it?”
    “I might be able to hack into their computer,” Bob replied. “Depends on how tough their security fire wall is. My guess is, if a travel agent can get in to check availability, I can get in. I know a guy at the phone company. He can give me a list of all their lines. Probably cost five hundred, though.”
    “Spend the money,” Stone said. “At least I can see if there’s a familiar name on the list.”
    “What day did the guy call?”
    “Thursday and Friday. I suppose the guest list for either day would do. See if you can get the home addresses of the guests, too.”
    “I’m on it,” Bob said.
    “Call me on my cell phone when you get something.”
    “Will do.” Bob hung up.
    Juanito appeared with an envelope. “A fax for you, Mr. Barrington,” he said.
    “Thank you, Juanito,” Stone said, accepting the envelope. He opened it to find the fully executed agreement with the insurance company.
    “And you have a telephone call,” Juanito said, handing him a cordless phone.
    “Hello?”
    “Mr. Barrington?”
    “Yes?”
    “This is Dan Griggs, from the Palm Beach Police Department.”
    “How are you, Chief?”
    “Okay, I guess. I ran a check on this Paul Manning fellow. He’s dead. He was hanged for murder on a Caribbean island called St. Marks a few years ago.”
    “I’m sorry, Chief. I should have given you a heads up on that.”
    “You knew he was dead?” The chief sounded annoyed.
    “He’s not dead. St. Marks is a small, independent nation with a strange justice system and a greedy prime minister. He was bought out.”
    “Bought out of a hanging?”
    “For half a million dollars.”
    “I never heard of anything like that,” Griggs said.
    “There are some places where it happens.”
    “So you think we might have a murderer loose around here?”
    “It’s possible. I still don’t have any concrete evidence of that, but if I come across any, I’ll let you know.”
    “How many people did he kill?”
    “Three.”
    “Well, I think I’d like to see him in my jail.”
    “I’m afraid there’s nothing to arrest him for, yet,” Stone said.
    “Three murders isn’t enough? Isn’t there any evidence against him?”
    “It happened in another country, and my guess is the evidence no longer exists. According to the record, he was tried, convicted and executed, so, in a legal sense, he’s not only protected by the law on double jeopardy, he no longer exists.”
    “Except he does.”
    “He does.”
    “You got a description of this man? I’d like to distribute it to my people.”
    “Tall, six-three or -four, on the slender side when I knew him, although he used to be a lot heavier, I’m told. Hair could be any color. He had a prominent nose when I knew him, though he’s apparently had a nose job, so I’m not sure I’d recognize him on sight.”
    “So, tall is all we’ve got?”
    “That’s about it. He might have gotten heavier, but I doubt if he’s gotten any shorter.”
    The chief laughed. “I guess not. Okay, he’s tall and dead. I’ll let my people know.”
    “I’ll call you if I learn anything else,” Stone said. The two men said goodbye and hung up.
    Liz appeared on the afterdeck in a bikini, looking fetching.
    “I’ve got something for you,” Stone said, handing her the envelope.
    She took out the agreement and read it swiftly. “My get-out-of-jail-free pass,” she said, smiling.
    “Well, not exactly free,” Stone reminded her.
    “It’s worth every penny.” She put her arms around him and gave him a big kiss, reminding him, for a moment, how much he had enjoyed her embrace in the past.
    Stone looked over her shoulder and saw Callie