Chapters (73)
- Praise
- Praise
- Praise
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- Chapter 65
- Acknowledgements
- Teaser chapter
“There’s not much I can do on my own,” Stone said, “but I’ll try.”
“Ask Dino for his help. She is his sister-in-law, after all.”
“I’ll do that.” Stone told Eduardo how he could be contacted.
“Goodbye, Stone, and thank you for your concern for Dolce.”
“Goodbye, Eduardo.” Stone hung up.
Dino sat down beside him. “You called Eduardo?”
“I felt I had to. He’s sending people down here.”
“Great, now we’ll have goombahs roaming the streets of this piss-elegant town.”
“Dino, you know Eduardo is more subtle than that.”
“We’ll see.”
“He wants your help in finding her.”
“What can I do?”
Stone handed him a Palm Beach classified directory. “Start calling hotels. Flash your badge. Inquire about her under her own name and under the name Portia Buckingham.”
“Portia Buckingham? Give me a break!”
“It’s a name she used to fantasize about having when she was a child, Eduardo says.”
Dino shook his head and took the phone book. “I’ll use the phone in the saloon,” he said.
“Don’t alarm anybody, just find out if she’s registered.”
“Thanks, Stone. I needed that advice.” Dino went into the saloon.
“Leave a description with the desk clerk, too,” Stone called after him.
Stone called his office. “Hi, Joan, it’s me. What’s happening?”
“Amazingly little,” she said.
“Patch me into the dictator,” he said. “I have some documents I’d like you to type up and FedEx to me today.”
“Sure. Anything else?”
“Not at the moment.”
“Here you go.”
Stone heard the beep and began to dictate. When he had finished and given Joan her instructions, he hung up and went into the saloon. Dino was just hanging up the phone.
“I need the phone book for a minute,” Stone said.
Dino tossed it to him. “I’ve called half a dozen places, starting with the Breakers.”
“No luck, I suppose?”
“She’s already checked in and out of two—the Breakers and the Brazilian Court, under Rosaria Bianchi.”
“You’re kidding. That was easy.”
“Not so easy, pal. She’s moving every day, and that’s going to make her harder to find.”
“Oh. Well, at least we know she’s really in town.”
“That, we know.”
“Will you call Eduardo and tell him that?”
“Okay, I guess.” Dino did not like dealing directly with his father-in-law, but he seemed willing to make an exception this time. He picked up the phone and dialed the number.
Stone began looking in the phone book under airports, and when he found what he was looking for made the call.
Dino finished his conversation with Eduardo. “What are you up to?” he asked Stone.