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a quick breath. âThat is astonishingly generous,â he said.
âLance,â Stone said, âwhat reason do you have for thinking that Dick murdered his family and killed himself?â
âThat is the opinion of the sheriff and the state police in Maine,â Lance said. âMy superiors would like for you and me to determine if heâs right.â
âDo you think Dick was mentally ill? Youâve seen him more recently than I.â
âI have no reason to think so, and certainly the contents of his letter to you and his will are lucid and make him seem sound of mind.â
âSo the sheriff wants us to believe that a man who has spent his career handling intricate intelligence matters and who has just received the promotion of a lifetime is so nuts and despondent as to murder his family and commit suicide?â
âAt this date, I suppose the sheriffâs conclusions are preliminary and based only on the physical evidence.â
âAnd what is the physical evidence?â
âI have no idea.â
âThen I guess weâd better go to Maine,â Stone said.
âI could take some time,â Dino said. âMind if I come along? It would keep me out of Mary Annâs way.â
âWe could always use another experienced homicide investigator,â Lance said.
âThen Iâll fly us up tomorrow morning,â Stone said.
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S TONE CAME DOWN to breakfast to find Dino dressed and drinking orange juice in the kitchen. âSleep well?â
âNot as well as I thought I would,â Dino said. âIâm not used to sleeping alone.â
Stone scrambled them some eggs and fried bacon in the microwave. âWas divorce mentioned?â
âNo, but death was. Mine.â
âYou think she wants out?â
âShe was madder than Iâve ever seen her, and thatâs saying a lot.â
âYou should leave a message about where weâll be.â
âWhere will we be?â
Stone picked up the phone and buzzed his office.
âGood morning,â Joan Robertson, his secretary, said.
âGood morning. I have a couple of things for you to do.â
âShoot.â
âThereâs an inn on the island of Islesboro, in Maine; I think itâs called the Dark Harbor Inn. If it isnât, find it on the Internet and book four rooms for me, starting tonight. Make it for three nights, but tell them we might need to stay longer.â
âGot it.â
âThereâs a will on my desk, witnessed by four people. Please call them all and ask them to confirm that they witnessed the will of Richard Stone.â
âRight.â
âOne of the witnesses is a man called Seth Hotchkiss, a family retainer. When you speak to him, ask him about a taxi service on the island and arrange for a cab to meet us at the airstrip on Islesboro at noon today.â
âGot it.â
âAlso, find out what county Islesboro is in, call the sheriff, tell him Iâm Richard Stoneâs executor, and Iâd be grateful if the lead investigator on Stoneâs death would meet me at his house in Islesboro around one oâclock today.â
âDone.â
âI suppose they have cell-phone service up there, but in any event, Iâll check in with you after we arrive.â
âOkay. Iâll hold the fort.â
Stone hung up and finished his eggs.
âHowâs the flying weather?â Dino asked.
âLooks good on TV and the Internet. Iâll get an aviation forecast in a few minutes and file a flight plan.â
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THE FOUR OF THEM arrived at Teterboro Airport in New Jersey a little before 10:00 A . M . in Lanceâs car. Stone did a preflight inspection of the airplane and got everybody aboard.
Their route took them north to Carmel, then northeast through Connecticut and Massachusetts to Kennebunk, Maine, then direct. Ceiling and visibility were unlimited.
âWhat kind of airport they got up there?â Dino asked.
âI looked it up in the directory,â Stone replied. âItâs a paved strip of 2,450 feet, with a paved tie-down area. No fuel, no services.â
âIsnât that kind of short?â
âThe airplane can handle it.â
âCan the pilot handle it?â
âPray that he can.â
Stone pointed out Rockland, as they flew over it during their descent. âThatâs a bigger airport that can take jets, for future reference.
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