?t thinking about Charley Boggs.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
“I take it you had a pleasant evening.”
“That is an inadequate description of my evening.”
“I think I’m going to have to call Genevieve and get her down here,” Dino said, referring to his girlfriend.
“If that will keep you from exploding with envy, by all means. She can ride back with us.”
Dino went inside to use the phone, and Stone had his breakfast. TH E Y A R R I V E D AT the Garrison Bight houseboat of Charley Boggs an hour later, with Stone freshly shaved and showered. Tommy Sculley was sitting in a teak chair on the rear deck reading the local newspaper.
“Take a pew,” Tommy said. “My crime scene people will let us in there in a few minutes.”
“This is your idea of working a scene?” Dino said, sitting down.
“First, they work it and show me any evidence, then I work it. Like that, we don’t get in each other’s way.”
“This is where Charley Boggs liked to do his fishing,” Stone said, sitting down. “You think he fell in and drowned?”
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right after he caught the bullet in the back of the head. He might have lived long enough to drown.”
“Any luck on the guy he fought with at Louie’s last night?” Stone asked.
Tommy nodded. “Guy name of Billy Guy.” He jerked a thumb behind him, toward the row of charter fishing boats. “He skippers a fisherman parked over there. My guy Daryl is talking to him now.”
“That’s quick work,” Stone said.
“It’s Key West; nobody who lives here can go into a restaurant or bar without being seen by somebody who knows him. It makes life simpler when you want to find a guy.”
“Any news on what the fight was about?”
“Daryl will bring us up to date after he pumps Billy. He’s already talked to a couple of witnesses; you’re next.”
“Sounds like he won’t need me,” Stone said.
“You could be right,” Tommy replied, turning the page of his newspaper.
“Anything worth reading in there?” Dino asked.
“Nothing about Charley Boggs,” Tommy said. “He was found only a couple of hours ago.”
“Do a lot of people in Key West get shot in the back of the head?”
Stone asked.
“Remarkably few compared to, say, New Orleans or Chicago. Last execution-style killing I can remember here was year before last. This one is the first gunshot killing of any kind this year. Hope it’s the last.”
Daryl appeared on the gangplank. “Permission to come aboard, skipper?”
“Get your ass aboard,” Tommy called back.