Stone looked up to see that Dolce was nowhere in sight. “I’ll walk with you,” Stone said.

“Don’t bother, I can find my way,” Griggs replied.

“I was going to the house, anyway.”

“Suit yourself.”

They walked down the gangplank and toward the house, with Stone casing every shrub and tree they passed.

“Did I tell you it was stolen?” Griggs asked.

“What was?”

“The Cadillac, the one that was shot at.”

“Sounds like a drug deal gone wrong,” Stone said.

“Maybe, but we don’t get a whole lot of drug dealing in broad daylight around the Worth Avenue shopping district.”

“I guess not,” Stone said, still looking for Dolce.

They reached the house and walked through the central hallway and outside to where Griggs had parked his car.

Stone looked around for the silver Volvo, or for any other strange car, but saw nothing.

“You know, Stone,” Griggs said, his mood still somber, “I’ve got a strong feeling that you know something I ought to know.”

“Me? I can’t imagine what.”

“When I find the guys in the Cadillac, I hope I don’t find out that they know you.”

“Since I left the force there are no drug dealers in my life,” Stone said honestly.

“We didn’t find any drugs in the car,” Griggs said. “It was stolen from the airport, by the way.”

“I guess they couldn’t get a cab.”

“I hear Thad Shames is getting married on Sunday,” Griggs said. “You want me to send a few people down here to help with the traffic?”

“Couldn’t hurt,” Stone said. “Thad has hired some security for the wedding and the reception, but I don’t think he’s done anything about traffic.”

“I’ll send a couple of men,” Griggs said. He was about to get into the car, but he stopped. “Why does Mr. Shames need private security?” he asked.

“Gate-crashers, that sort of thing.”

“Oh.” Griggs got into his car. “I’ll see you around, Stone.”

“Thanks for stopping by, Dan.”

Griggs drove away, and Stone began to walk slowly through the gardens, expecting at any moment for Dolce to pop up. He passed through the hedge and had a look around the swimming pool, then walked back to the yacht.

Dino was having a drink on the afterdeck.

“Has Griggs put two and two together?” Dino asked.

“Just one and one. Apparently, a cop saw us leaving the area, and he thought we might be involved. He doesn’t really know anything.”

“I wish I didn’t know anything,” Dino said. “I’d really be happier that way.”

“I’ll devote my life to keeping you ignorant,” Stone replied.

“I wish you would. It’s tiring, knowing too much.”

“Tell me about it.”

“When are we getting out of here?”

“After the wedding, I guess. How about bright and early Monday morning?”

“Sounds good to me. It’s too cold down here.”