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“Then you should stay indoors until we’re well clear of the harbor,” the skipper said. “Dinner at eight, okay?”
“Perfect,” Stone said. “On deck, if it’s not windy.”
46
When the sunwas low in the sky, everyone went below to freshen up. Stone was getting into clean clothes when there was a rap on his door. “Come in.”
Viv was at the door. “I just wanted to know if we’re actually ‘dressing,’ i.e., black tie.”
“No,” he replied.
“What’s that?” she asked, pointing. “It’s not yours, is it?”
Stone followed her finger to a suitcase. “No, it’s Vanessa’s,” he said. “They must have loaded it into the car when we stopped to pick her up.”
“What’s in it?” she asked.
“Her clothes, I guess.”
“Do you mind if I have a look in it?”
“No, and I don’t think Vanessa will mind, either.”
Viv put the case on Stone’s bed and tried to open it. “Locked,” she said. “I’ll be right back.” She left Stone’s cabin and returned with a small, zippered bag.
“What’s that?” Stone asked.
“Oh, just a few burglar’s tools. You’d be surprised how often they come in handy on the road.” She tried a couple of tools, and the locks, one by one, snapped open.
Stone watched as Viv removed a pile of clothing with both hands, then stopped. “Well,” she said, “this is interesting.”
Stone walked over and looked into the bag. “What is it?”
“It’s my guess that it’s somewhere around a million dollars in cash,” she said, holding up one of a number of bundles. She also grabbed a pistol. “We’ve also got a silenced 9mm pistol, along with three loaded magazines, and a very sharp field knife.” She held up the weapons. “And,” she said, picking up a gray box, “an apparent bomb made of about six ounces of military-grade plastic explosive and a cell phone. I’d better be sure it’s not armed.”
“Would you mind performing that task on deck?” Stone asked, getting into his deck shoes and grabbing a sweater. He followed her on deck.
She laid the box down on the coffee table and went to work on it with her tools. “Cell phone,” she said, holding one up and unplugging it from the bomb. “There, it’s inert now.”
“Thank you, Viv,” Stone said. “Oh. And thank you for all that money on my bed.”
Dino had followed them up the companionway and was inspecting the bomb. “Holy shit,” he said.
“I’ve disarmed it,” Viv said.
“And what’s this about money on the bed?”
“Why don’t you go down to my cabin and count it,” Stone said.
Dino went below for about ten minutes, then returned with a zipped leather envelope. “I make it about a million two,” he said, holding up the envelope. “Then there’s this.” He unzipped it and shook the contents out onto the coffee table. “Three passports,” he said. “All with Vanessa’s photograph. American, Canadian, and—wait for it—Russian.”
“I would guess from the contents,” Viv said, “that Vanessa hadn’t planned to return from Key West with us.”
Stone sat down on the afterdeck and collected himself. “I need a drink,” he said.
Dino brought them all one and sat down. “I think you’d better call Lance,” he said.
Stone tried and failed. “No service out here.”
