“Certainly not,” said Stone, who had been about to do just that. “You don’t look like a cop at all this evening.”
“Even higher praise! You know, there just isn’t any way to look feminine in a police uniform, unless you’re wearing shorts.”
“You wear shorts?”
“We’re in Florida, remember? Actually, I don’t, but I encourage some of my female officers to.”
“Which female officers?”
“The ones who look good in shorts. It encourages tourism.”
Their drinks arrived, and they sipped them appreciatively.
“Now that’s a vodka gimlet,” Holly said. “You can tell if it’s right by the color. It should have a pretty, green tinge.”
“And it does.”
“Stone, I need your advice about something.”
“Shoot.”
“This is legal advice and must remain confidential.”
“Shoot.”
“I have five million seven hundred and sixty thousand dollars I don’t know what to do with.”
“Buy a jet airplane.”
“I don’t think so.”
“You want me to introduce you to my broker?”
“No.”
“What do you want to do with the money?”
“I haven’t the faintest idea.
”
“You could give it to your favorite charity.”
“That would involve a paper trail.”
“Uh-oh,” he said.
“What’s the matter?”
“This is illegal, isn’t it?”
“That’s what I wanted to ask you about.”
“Okay, where’d you get the money?”
“Well, last year I was investigating this thing where the proceeds of various crimes were being put into a vault back home. I was watching some of these guys unloading a van filled with suitcases and boxes. And, wanting to know what was in them, I snatched one of them, a large briefcase, which turned out to be filled with five million seven hundred and sixty thousand dollars.”
“And where is the money now?”