Stone nodded toward the view from the dining room window. “I can see a couple of roofs,” he said.

“The big one is Sir Winston’s,” Irene replied. “The two smaller ones are the former guesthouse, now owned by the Weatherbys, and another small house, owned by the Pembertons; I haven’t met them, either.”

16

It was nearly midnight when they left Irene’s house, after a good dinner and a lot of talk.

“That must be the driveway to the old guesthouse,” Holly said, as their headlights flashed over a gate. “And then the Pembertons, and this one coming up must be Sir Winston’s place. I wonder why there’s no guard.”

“Look,” Stone said, pointing, “there’s a guard shack up the driveway, about thirty yards after the gate.”

“So the big man is not unprotected.”

“I guess not. This jungle is so thick, there could be a company of infantry hidden in there.”

“St. Marks doesn’t have an army,” Genevieve said. “I read it on the Internet. The island has a police force, but that’s all.”

“Well, it’s not a banana republic, is it?” Dino said. “And I haven’t heard anything about a drug problem. If anything, Sir Winston must be guarding against that, if his police are shooting drug smugglers on the beach.”

“If he allowed the drug lords in,” Stone said, “they’d own him in no time, or they’d kill him and install somebody more cooperative.”

“I’m beginning to think this guy is very smart,” Dino said. “How’d you manage to beat him in court?”

“Beat him? My client was hanged, or at least, I thought she was. I didn’t beat him. She paid a million-dollar bribe to the old prime minister, without my knowledge, and was allowed to leave the country.”

“I wonder how the old prime minister met his demise,” Holly said.

“Maybe he didn’t,” Dino said. “Maybe he’s rotting in prison.”

“I’ve got to sit down with Thomas and talk with him about this,” Stone said. “There doesn’t seem to be anything he doesn’t know about what’s going on here, and he’s a member of the local parliament, so he must be knowledgeable about the politics.”

“And he’s doing very well out of it, too,” Holly pointed out.

“Speaking of doing well,” Stone said, “how did we do at dinner tonight? What did we learn?”

“A lot about the island,” Holly said, “but not much about Irene and Teddy.”

“To tell the truth,” Stone said, “I’m not sure there’s all that much to learn about Irene. If there were, Lance would already have told us about it. There’s just the Teddy connection, if it exists.”

“Well, we learned how she’s able to afford that house,” Holly said. “I mean, buying it on the cheap before property values went up. She sets a very nice table, too, and that was an expensive wine.”

“My guess is, Harry would have supplied the wine; probably the groceries, too.”

“Is Harry rich?”

“He said he had a large home remodeling business, and that he sold it. He seems to have enough money to retire comfortably and buy a very nic

e yacht.”

“How much would the boat cost?” Holly asked.

“I don’t know, anywhere from two hundred thousand to half a million, depending on how old it is and how well equipped. Certainly, it’s extremely well equipped now, but my guess is that Harry added most of the equipment. He has the kind of stuff that you would more likely find on a yacht costing twice as much-electric winches, big GPS plotter, watermaker, central heating-everything you could cram into a boat of that size. I think she’s an inch or two down on her marks from the extra weight.”

“So he’s a tech junkie,” Dino said. “Nothing wrong with that, if he can afford it.”

“Teddy’s a tech junkie, too,” Holly pointed out. “They have that in common.”

“Why don’t you ask Lance to check out Harry’s net worth?” Stone said. “It would be interesting to know where the money is coming from.”

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