“Will you get word to Warren Keating that Evan is dead? I’d like his man to stop shooting at me.”
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STON E WA L K ED B A C K to his cottage and watched Charley Boggs walk to his own, directly opposite. Gigi was waiting for him on the front porch, and she stood up to kiss him, laughing when he apparently told her the news.
Dino was sitting on their porch, rocking. “What’s going on?”
Stone got out his cell phone. “I may as well tell you and Eggers at the same time,” he said, pressing the speed-dial number and the speaker button.
Eggers answered, and Stone gave him a blow-by-blow account of the meeting. Eggers was silent.
“Bill?” Stone said.
“I’m still here. At least, I think I’m still here. I’m feeling a little disoriented.”
“I know the feeling,” Stone said. “Are you in touch with Warren Keating at all?”
“I’ve spoken to his attorney a couple of times. There was a lot of shouting.”
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transmit it to his client. Charley Boggs wants Warren to stop trying to kill him.”
“I can understand that,” Eggers said.
“Sooner, rather than later, please.”
“I’ll call him now.”
“Thanks, Bill.”
“You coming back to New York now?”
“In a couple of days, maybe. I want to see what it’s like in Key West when I don’t have anything to worry about.”
“Bye, then.” Eggers hung up.
Stone turned to Dino. “Any questions?”
“Seems like all my questions have been answered,” Dino said.
“All that I can think of at the moment, anyway.”
Stone got a soda out of his refrigerator and sat on the porch, sipping it. “I feel kind of let down,” he said.
“Not me,” Dino said. “I feel just great.”
A young man came down the path and stopped at their porch.
“Is one of you Mr. Stone Barrington?”
“I’m Barrington,” Stone said.
“I have a letter for you from the county attorney’s offi ce,” the m