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“You’re goddamned right I would. I want to go back to my house and see my own doctor.”
Eggers pulled out his cell phone and pressed the speed-dial but11 2
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ton for his secretary. “It’s Eggers,” he said. “Plan B now.” He hung up. “You just sit tight, Eli, and I’ll have you out of here in less than an hour. My secretary is making a call to a lawyer in Torrington, who is ready to have a court order signed. Do you need an ambulance, or would you rather ride with me in my car?”
“Bill,” Eli said, “if you can stop them from giving me another one of those injections, I’ll drive you. ”
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LAT E I N T H E afternoon, Stone and Dino were back in a rented Boston Whaler, patrolling the marinas, looking for Evan Keating’s boat, whatever its name might be.
“There’s a period piece over there,” Dino said, pointing at a motor yacht.
“Too big,” Stone replied. “Evan’s boat is a thirtytwo-footer, and that one is at least forty feet long.”
“Oh,” Dino said, settling himself on the front bench under the canvas top and sipping a cold beer from a cooler. “You want a beer?”
“I’ll wait awhile,” Stone said, gazing at row after row of motorboats. Stone’s cell phone vibrated on his belt, and he answered it.
“It’s Eggers.”
“Hey, Bill. Listen, we’re looking for Evan Keating’s boat right now. He checked out of his hotel, and we think we’ll find him aboard.”
“You can forget about Evan Keating,” Eggers said.
“What, you got the signed papers?”
“I did not, and I do not expect to,” Eggers replied. 11 4
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“What’s going on?”
“I’ve got a lot to tell you,” Eggers said, “so relax and enjoy.”
Stone cut the power and let the boat drif
t. He motioned to Dino for a beer. “Shoot.” He pressed the speaker button on his phone.
“After some of our conversations, I got more and more worried about what’s going on in this deal. For a start, and I’ll tell you this just once and deny I ever said it, the offer for Elijah Keating’s Sons is eight hundred million dollars.”
“Holy shit!” Stone gasped. “And he was offering Evan only twenty-one million of that?”
“I don’t have any more to say about the deal,” Eggers said. “Last night I hatched a plan: I made a phone call to a law firm we’ve dealt with in Torrington, one that has done no business with the Keatings, then I dictated some documents by phone that were typed up this morning. Then I went to Torrington.”
“To resign the account, I hope.”
“Shut up and listen, Stone. I’m enjoying telling you about this.”
“Sorry, go on.”
“I went out to the Happy Hills place that Warren had stuffed his father into, and I brazened my way in and got to see Eli Keating.”
“How was he?”
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