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“He took a canvas duffel with his towel and sunglasses in it, that sort of thing. He was carrying it when he came back, but it looked emptier.”
Stone went through the other detritus in the wallet, and it was just that. Stone handed her the numbered card. “When John used the ATM card, do you know what the PIN was?”
“Yes, it was 5350. Mine, too. That was the house number of a place we lived right after we got married.”
“Did he use any other PINs?”
“No, just that one. Me, too.”
“Tell you what: tomorrow, find a bank with an ATM, put the blank card into it, and try to withdraw five hundred dollars, using your regular PIN.”
“Do you think it will cough it up?”
“Maybe, and maybe it will cough up a lot more. Are you good with computers?”
“Pretty good.”
“Tomorrow, go online, using that ten-digit number and ‘Cayman Islands,’ and do a Google search. If you find anything to do with a bank, see if you can get into their website, using your PIN. You might find it a pleasant experience.”
“Okay.”
They had dinner.
“Do you think the blank bank account might really have any money in it?”
“Bank accounts are all alike. They have in them what somebody has deposited, less what someone has taken out. Can you remember a time when John made a large cash purchase?”
“Yes, he bought me a Mercedes convertible—not a newone, but several years old—and he wrote a check for sixty-five thousand dollars to pay for it. The check was a different color than our usual checkbook, and now that I think of it, the name St. George’s was printed on it. I asked him about it, and he told me, laughing, to mind my own business.”
“Did John have a will?”
“We both do—did.”
“Have you read it yet?”
“No, we just left everything to each other.”
“Dig it out tomorrow and see exactly what it says.”
“All right.”
After dinner, it didn’t take long for them to get into bed.
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The following morning,Stone was at his desk when the phone rang. “Hello?”
“Vanessa Morgan on one.”
Stone pressed the button. “Good morning, did you get to work on time?”
“I was a couple of minutes late. I had to stop at an ATM.”
“Did it work?”
“It did, and now I have five hundred dollars I hadn’t expected to have.”
“Well, you have eight hundred from John’s wallet, too.”
