Free Loitering With Intent by Stuart Woods Page A

to Warren, and if he's agreeable, I'll FedEx it to you.
    Stone gave him the Marquesa address and hung up.
    Now negotiations get interesting, he said to Dino.
    Take your time, Dino said.

    Chapter 19
    STON E T U R N ED TO Dino. How about some tennis?
    Okay, Dino replied, but is this tennis business or business business?
    A little of both, Stone said.
    They changed clothes and drove to the Olde Island Tennis Club. Chuck Chandler was working with a student, a very pretty girl in a tiny tennis dress. He stood behind her, holding her arm as she swung.
    I like the teaching position, Dino said.
    Stone went into the pro shop, found the reservation book and led Dino to a vacant court. They hit balls for a few minutes, then Chuck finished with his student and joined them.
    You need more backswing in your serve, he said to Stone. You could pick up another ten miles an hour of ball speed.
    I'll work on that, Stone said.
    And Dino, you need to turn your body more when you hit the ball; you're using too much arm and not enough full body.
    Okay, Dino replied.
    You guys want to play a three-handed set?
    Sure, Stone said. He and Dino played Chuck, and Chuck beat them six-four. They sat down for a break.
    Chuck, Stone said, when Evan Keating paid you the hundred and thirty grand in cash for your boat, what did it look like? New bills or old?
    A mix, I guess. It was all neatly wrapped, some of it with rubber bands, some with bank wrappers.
    What was the bank name on the wrappers?
    I don't really remember, except that it was in Miami. Something Security.
    Think hard.
    South Beach Security, that's it.
    Never heard of it, Stone said.
    I've never heard of half the banks in Florida, Chuck said. I'd never heard of any of the banks in Key West until I moved here.
    May I ask, what did you do with all that cash?
    Well, Chuck said, I had a yard bill at Peninsula Marina for around forty thousand, mostly materials and shed rental; I paid off about twenty thousand in personal debts, I bought a T-bill for fi fty thousand, and I put the rest in my safe. Sometimes you can do better deals for stuff if you've got cash.
    Yes, you can, Stone said. Did you fill out the federal forms for big cash deposits at your bank?
    Yeah, and at my brokerage house, too. I thought I might expect a visit from the feds, but my banker told me the feds are inundated with those forms, and they never get around to checking most of them.
    Don't forget to pay your taxes on the sale of the boat, Stone said.
    I actually had a small loss; my basis was more than Keating paid. Did you ever fi nd him?
    Yep.
    Good. You seemed a little stressed about it the last time we talked.
    They played another set, then Stone and Dino went back to the Marquesa and showered. Stone called Tommy Sculley.
    Tommy, do you know a bank in Miami called South Beach Security?
    That has a familiar ring, Tommy said, but I can't place it. I've heard somebody talking about it, though. It'll come to me. Why do you ask?
    Some of the hundred and thirty grand Evan Keating paid Chuck Chandler for his boat had South Beach Security bands wrapped around it. The rest had rubber bands.
    Let me look into it. By the way, I talked to the headmaster's offi ce at the Groton School, and Evan and Charley Boggs were in the same class there for three years. They were described as inseparable. The office gave me a next-of-kin address for Charley, too. His parents are still alive, and I had to tell them their son was dead.
    That's never fun.
    His old man said he was only mildly surprised; the only news he had had of him in years was that he was still drawing on his trust fund. He didn't want the body; he said to have it cremated and disposed of and to send him the bill. He also said that Charley's mother has thought he was dead for a long time, so he's not going to tell her.
    I wonder if trust funds make father-son relationships worse?
    Stone asked.
    I guess they make the kids more independent. What is it they call a trust fund?
    Fuck-you