Free Shoot Him if He Runs by Stuart Woods Page A

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 nice 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.”
    “I’ll ask him tomorrow,” Holly said.
    T hey arrived back at the cottage, let themselves in, and switched on the lights.
    “Nobody move,” Holly said.
    Everybody stood still.
    “What?” Stone asked.
    “Something’s different; things have been moved. That little sculpture was on the other end of the coffee table; the TV was a little more to the left.”
    “We do have a staff, Holly,” Genevieve pointed out. “Maybe they’ve been cleaning.”
    “I gave them the rest of the day off late this afternoon,” Holly said. “They wouldn’t be spending their evening cleaning the house; anyway, it was already clean. Check the bedrooms.”
    Dino and Genevieve went into their bedroom, while Holly and Stone went into theirs. She began opening drawers, and so did Stone.
    “You’re right, Holly,” he said. “The place has been turned over.”
    “But not by an expert,” she replied. “I mean, it’s neat, but it’s not the way it was. What could they be looking for?”
    “I’ll check the safe.” Stone went into his dressing room, opened the little safe with his credit card and looked inside. “My cash is still here, and my spare watch,” he called, “but my clothes are pushed over on the rack.” He went back into the bedroom.
    Holly came out of her dressing room. “Same with my stuff; nothing missing.”
    “A burglar would have taken the TV and stereo and the booze,” Stone said.
    “Where’s your passport?” Holly asked.
    “In my jacket