Thad seemed to collect himself. He sat up straight. “No,” he said. “I love her, and she loves me. If I know nothing else, I know that. The wedding goes on as scheduled. Do what you can to protect us from Manning, but you are not to say a word about this to Liz, is that understood?”

“Thad . . .”

“Stone, you have to either do as I wish in this matter, or leave. There’s no in between. What’s it going to be? Are you with me?”

Stone sighed. “All right,” he said.

Chapter 60

60

STONE WATCHED CALLIE LEAVE THE MAIN HOUSE AND, with a man in tow, come toward the yacht. She looked particularly beautiful today, he thought, and he had missed seeing her the past few days, when she had been so busy with the wedding.

She came up the gangplank. “Stone, this is Jeff Collender of Rightguard Security Services. He’ll be helping us with the wedding, and I thought you’d better brief him.”

“Yeah, I know,” Collender said, shaking hands. “The name sounds like a deodorant; it was my wife’s idea.”

“Glad to meet you, Jeff. Have a seat.”

“I hear you’re throwing quite a shindig, here,” Collender said.

“That describes it very well,” Stone said.

“So, what do we need, here? You want us to keep out the gate-crashers, and like that?”

“Jeff, we may have more of a problem than gate-crashers,” Stone said.

“Oh? You expecting a lot of big drinkers, then? We’ve had experience with that. We know how to quietly eject the drunks.”

“Let me explain as fully as I can,” Stone said. “We have to be ready to handle an armed intruder.”

Collender blinked. “Armed? You mean with a gun?”

“Well, yes. You do have the capability of supplying armed security people, don’t you?”

“Sure we do, but we’ve never had to actually shoot anybody.”

“And I hope you won’t on this occasion, but we have to be prepared for anything.”

“Okay, we’ll be prepared.”

“Earlier, I had estimated that we’d need only a few armed men, but now I think they’ll all have to be armed. I assume your men have had some standard training?”

“Well, most of them are ex-law enforcement, so they’ve been trained by whatever department they worked for.”

“Are there any that haven’t had training?”

“Maybe one or two.”

“Let’s drop them. We need men who know how to handle weapons in a crowd.”

“Mr. Barrington, why don’t you tell me exactly who you’re expecting?”

“His name is Paul Manning. He’s tall and slender— six-three or -four, two hundred pounds, dark hair going gray.”

“Would you recognize him on sight?”

“Only by his size and shape. I haven’t seen his current face.”

“His current face?”

“We believe he’s had some cosmetic surgery.”

“So you don’t have a photograph?”

“No.”

“Ooookay, no photograph.”