“I try.”
Holly put her head back on the seat and began to doze.
“Oh,” Lance said, “something else happened in St. Marks while you were in the air: a woman was attacked and partly eaten by a big hammerhead shark on a sandbar just off the beach of the English Harbour Inn. Her companion lost an arm trying to rescue her.”
Holly stayed awake all the way to her new quarters.
That night, Stone and Dino were having dinner at Elaine’s.
“Holly called,” Stone said. He told Dino about the loss of Harold Pitts and his yacht, and about the nonexistent ultralight.
“Figures,” Dino said.
“Yeah.”
Dino pointed at the television, which was tuned to CNN but with no sound. “Look at the crawl,” he said.
Stone looked up. “WHITE HOUSE SOURCES SAY THAT PRESIDENT LEE WILL ANNOUNCE HIS CANDIDACY FOR REELECTION TOMORROW MORNING,” the crawl read.
Stone smiled. “I think I’ll sleep well tonight.”