“Don’t feel bad; it’s out of just about everybody’s range.”
“Think I could get a look at her interior while you’re here? I have a client or two who might be interested in chartering.”
“Sure thing,” Sam replied, tossing down the rest of his drink. “How about right now?”
“Great; let’s go.”
The two men walked out of the Shipwright’s Arms and across the lawn toward the marina.
“What’s her length?” Stone asked.
“Sixty-seven feet overall; draws six feet, so we can cruise the Bahamas.”
“How many cabins?”
“Four; one big one for the owner, and three pretty good-sized ones. She has a little less volume than most boats her length; that’s because of the speed designed into her.”
They walked down the pontoon and went up the boarding ladder. Sam led the way, showing off the bridge and the navigational gear, then the saloon, complete with bar and entertainment center, featuring a bigscreen television and video library. The owner’s cabin was, indeed, luxurious, and the other cabins, although smaller, were equally plush.
“I’m impressed,” Stone said as he descended to the pontoon again. He stuck out his hand. “Thanks for the tour, and good luck.” He walked back up to the Shipwright’s Arms and found Thomas.
“Thomas, I’ve never seen many airplanes out at the airport besides Chester’s; do you get many outside aircraft in here?”
“Not many,” Thomas replied. “Chester had the only license to land here any time he liked. Charter services from the other islands have to phone the airport office and get permission to land, usually twenty-four hours in advance. It’s nothing but red tape, really.”
“Do you think you could find out if any aircraft are expected in today or tonight?”
“I can call the guy who runs the airport,” Thomas said.
“Thanks.”
Thomas used the phone and came back. “Nobody coming in today or tonight,” he said.
“What would happen if an airplane landed without prior permission?”
“Big fine, for sure, and they might even confiscate the airplane if they got mad enough, but no airplane from the islands would try that. All the charter services know the score. What’s up, anyway?”
“The skipper of the big motor yacht that came in this afternoon says he’s meeting a charter client who’s flying in today.”
“Well, that’s going to come as a big surprise to the folks out at the airport.”
“Yeah,” Stone said. “See you later.” He walked back down to the marina and boarded Expansive. “Hello, below,” he called out.
“Stone, is that you?” Allison’s voice called back.
“Sure is.” He started down the companionway.
“I’m not feeling very well,” she called out. “Would you mind coming back later this evening?”
Stone stopped halfway down the steps.
“Stone?”
“I have to talk to you right now,” he said and started down again.
“Please don’t!” she cried, but he was already in the saloon. There were half a dozen packed duffels piled near the steps, and Allison had a safe open behind the navigation station. “Dammit,” she said, “are you deaf?”
“What time are you planning to leave?” he asked.