Another cop approached. “Unauthorized photographer,” he said. “We know him. He’s a stringer for one of the tabloids.”

“Good work,” Stone said. “You had any other problems at the front door?”

“Not really. We’ve had to frisk a few people, but no problems. Nobody as tall as the guy you’re looking for. An old man in a wheelchair set off all the alarms, but he was on the guest list.”

“Wheelchair?” Stone asked. “What kind of wheelchair?”

“One of those electric jobs, almost like a scooter. He arrived in a van and had to be helped with it.”

“What’s his name?”

The cop consulted his list. “Walter Feldman.”

“Describe him.”

“White hair, kind of hunched over and frail-looking.”

Stone turned to look at Dino.

“A wheelchair is a good way not to look tall,” Dino said.

Stone lifted his left hand to his mouth. “Everybody, listen up. This is Barrington. Without leaving your stations, find a man in an electric wheelchair and report his position.” He released the talk switch. “Come on, Dino.”

They quickly checked inside the house, but did not see the man. “He must be in the gardens,” Stone said. He spoke into the microphone again. “This is Barrington. Anybody got a position on the man in the wheelchair yet?”

Nothing.

“Jesus, how hard can he be to find?” Stone asked.

Then a voice came over the radio. “Mr. Barrington, I’ve got the wheelchair.”

“Where?” Stone asked.

“At the pool, behind the hedge.”

“Describe the occupant.”

“There’s no occupant. The wheelchair is sitting empty by the pool.”

“Everybody, listen up,” Stone said. “Our subject has arrived. Locate him quickly.”

They were near the seawall, now. Dino spoke up. “Where’s the guard you put on the seawall, the bald guy?”

“Nowhere in sight,” Stone said. He arrived at the wall, walked to the stern of the yacht and looked at the water. The big security guard, Jason, was floating facedown in Lake Worth, a trickle of red coloring the water around him.

“Oh, shit,” Dino said.

Then gunfire broke out.

Chapter 63

63

STONE TURNED AROUND TO FIND A MOB OF PEOPLE RUSH ing toward him, many of them screaming.

“Shots fired!” he said into the microphone. “Secure the bride and groom in the master suite now!” Then he and Dino did what cops always do, and other people don’t: They ran toward the gunfire.

They had trouble making headway against the onrushing crowd, but after a couple of minutes they were nearing the house. A man and woman were huddled behind a huge shrub. “On the roof!” the man yelled at Stone, pointing.

“Detail at the front of the house,” Stone said into the mike. “Subject on the roof of the house. Watch the front drainpipes and apprehend.”

“He’s not coming this way,” Dino said. “There must be a way from the roof into the house.”