Free Dead in the Water by Stuart Woods Page B

have no more than a week to live and the desire to make the most of it; or maybe she was just horny. For himself, he had been disappointed, angry, jealous, drunk, and, oh yes, horny. She was a client, of course, but he was a long way from the Ethics Committee of the New York State Bar Association, and he had never been any good at saying no to women. He reached over and lifted the strand of hair from her face, and, to his surprise, she smiled.
    "I was just going to do that," she said.
    "Glad to be of service," he replied.
    Without opening her eyes, she reached for him and ran her hand down his body until it rested on his crotch. "Speaking of service," she said, "are you in a mood to render a little?"
    "I am now," he replied, reaching over and running a finger lightly down the cleft between her cheeks.
    She gave a little shudder and pulled herself on top of him.
    He took her buttocks in both hands, and moved them up until her pelt was in his face, then began using his tongue lightly, teasing her until she became more insistent. She came easily, as she had been doing for most of the night, then she slid down his sweaty body and returned the favor, insisting on hanging on until he was entirely spent. Then she flopped down beside him, and they panted together, laughing. Shortly they were asleep again.
    They were awakened by a sharp rapping on the hull. "Ahoy there, anyone aboard?" A female voice. "Jesus," Stone said, "what time is it?"
    "Half past nine," she replied, checking the bulkhead clock. She raised herself on an elbow. "Who is it?" she called out.
    "The New York Times," the voice replied. "If you're Allison Manning, I'd like to talk with you."
    "I really don't think the Times should find us like this," Stone whispered.
    Allison grabbed a robe and left the cabin, while
    Stone lay low. He could hear her climbing the companionway ladder, then the two voices.
    "I'm afraid I overslept," Allison was saying. "Could I meet you over at the Shipwright's Arms in half an hour?"
    "I'm Hilary Kramer," the woman said. "I'd really like to see your yacht."
    "Maybe later in the day," Allison said. "It's a mess right now."
    "All right," the woman said, sounding disappointed. "I'll meet you over there in half an hour."
    Allison came back to the after cabin. "The New York Times! That I wasn't expecting."
    "I don't know how she could have gotten here so soon," Stone said. "I wasn't expecting anybody until tomorrow, late this afternoon at the earliest. I'm certainly glad she didn't arrive at dawn."
    Allison burst out laughing. "That would have made quite a story, wouldn't it?"
    "I hope I can sneak over to my boat without being seen."
    "You'd better start sneaking."
    "I'll be there when you talk to her. Just be yourself, tell your story just as you told it at the coroner's inquest."
    "I don't know any other way to tell it," Allison replied.
    Stone, showered and dressed, got to the Shipwright's Arms a little before Allison. He walked over to the table where the woman was drinking coffee. "Good morning," he said, "I'm Stone Barrington, Allison Manning's attorney." He stuck out his hand.
    "Hilary Kramer," she replied, shaking his hand. "Your name is familiar." Stone shrugged. "I'm a New York lawyer; I was down here on a sailing charter when Allison sailed into the harbor. I helped her at the coroner's inquest and... well, ever since." He sat down. "How did you hear about all this?" "I was vacationing on Antigua, right next door; the story moved last night on the AP wire and the paper called me late; I got a little plane over here this morning." "Sorry to interrupt your vacation," Stone said. "You won't interrupt it for long, believe me. I'll file something before noon, then I'll be back on my beach." Stone looked up. "Here comes Allison," he said. "She's 4:ute," Kramer said. "How did you know I was here?" "My boat is moored next to Allison's; I heard talking." He stood up. "Good morning, Allison; I think you've already met Hilary Kramer from the