“I’ll meet her at the runway in Islesboro. You’ll have enough fuel for the round-trip.”
“Okay, got it.”
“Send me a bill.”
“Don’t worry.”
Stone hung up and called about the key, then he found the number for the Maine State Police in Augusta and called his old acquaintance, Captain Scott Smith.
“Hello, Stone. How are you?”
“Not well, Scott,” Stone said. “I’ve just witnessed a murder on Islesboro, the house next door to mine. Can you get a team out here?”
“Of course. Tell me about the murder.”
“Sniper, firing from a boat in the harbor, I’m pretty sure. Immediately after the shot, the boat motored slowly away.”
“Description?”
“Thirty, thirty-five feet, blue or black hull, white superstructure.”
“That describes hundreds if not thousands of boats in Maine.”
“It seemed to be headed east, but it could have gone anywhere. My guess is there’s an airplane waiting for the shooter somewhere, Rockland, maybe, or wherever else is close.”
“I’ll get an airplane over Penobscot Bay now to look for the boat, and we’ll cover the nearby airports. I’m going to chopper over there with my people. I have two men and a car on the island now on another case, so no need to meet us. I’ll be there in, say, an hour. Who’s the victim?”
“James Hackett, head of Strategic Services. Know the name?”
“Of course. I’ve heard him lecture on protection operations. How do you know him?”
“He was my client. I’ll meet you at the house. At some point I’ll have to go to the airport to meet a friend who’s flying up in my airplane.”
“How did you get there?”
“In Hackett’s airplane, a Cessna Mustang.”
“I’ll see you soon.” Smith hung up.
Stone got up off the porch floor for the first time. There was blood on his clothes. He called Felicity.
“Yes?”
“Where are you?”
“Just getting to your house. The coast seems to be clear.”
“Phelan is waiting for you at Teterboro. You’ll be here in two, maybe three hours. Don’t forget my weapon.”
“That’s the last thing I would forget,” she said. “I’m inside the house now and hurrying.”
“Keep hurrying.” He hung up and called Strategic Services and asked for Mike Freeman.
“Stone?”
“Mike, you know where Jim is, don’t you?”
“I can’t say.”