Back Dead in the Water
Chapters (75)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Chapter1
  5. Chapter2
  6. Chapter3
  7. Chapter4
  8. Chapter5
  9. Chapter6
  10. Chapter7
  11. Chapter8
  12. Chapter9
  13. Chapter10
  14. Chapter11
  15. Chapter12
  16. Chapter13
  17. Chapter14
  18. Chapter15
  19. Chapter16
  20. Chapter17
  21. Chapter18
  22. Chapter19
  23. Chapter20
  24. Chapter21
  25. Chapter22
  26. Chapter23
  27. Chapter24
  28. Chapter25
  29. Chapter26
  30. Chapter27
  31. Chapter28
  32. Chapter29
  33. Chapter30
  34. Chapter31
  35. Chapter32
  36. Chapter33
  37. Chapter34
  38. Chapter35
  39. Chapter36
  40. Chapter37
  41. Chapter38
  42. Chapter39
  43. Chapter40
  44. Chapter41
  45. Chapter42
  46. Chapter43
  47. Chapter44
  48. Chapter45
  49. Chapter46
  50. Chapter47
  51. Chapter48
  52. Chapter49
  53. Chapter50
  54. Chapter51
  55. Chapter52
  56. Chapter53
  57. Chapter54
  58. Chapter55
  59. Chapter56
  60. Chapter57
  61. Chapter58
  62. Chapter59
  63. Chapter60
  64. Chapter61
  65. Chapter62
  66. Chapter63
  67. Epilogue
  68. Acknowledgments
  69. “We Are Very Different People”:
  70. Stone Barrington: The First Five
  71. About the Author
  72. Critical Acclaim forStuart Woods and
  73. Books by Stuart Woods
  74. Credits
  75. About the Publisher

Stone parked Thomas’s car in its usual place and left the keys in it, as Thomas often did. His business with Leslie Hewitt apparently concluded for the time being, he wanted now to talk with Jim Forrester again, and he was lucky enough to find him at the bar, talking to Thomas.

“Hi, Jim; have you got a few minutes for me?”

“Sure, Stone, what’s up?”

“I want to go through your testimony with you; make sure we’re both on the same page.”

“Great, let’s get a table.”

Thomas held up an envelope. “Fax for you,” he said to Stone.

“Thanks, Thomas,” he said, stuffing the envelope into his pocket. He’d read it when he was through with Forrester. He followed the reporter to a table, and they got comfortable. “Jim, I’ll just ask you some questions, the way I will at the trial, and you answer them as you see fit. If I don’t like the way you answer a question, we’ll talk about rephrasing.”

“Okay, shoot.”

“Have you ever testified in court before?”

“No.”

“They’ll ask you your name for the record.”

“Right.”

“Now I’m on my feet in my robe and my wig, and…”

“Wig? You have to wear a wig?”

“I’m afraid so. You’ll have to try not to laugh; it wouldn’t look good for me in front of the jury.”

“I’ll do my best, but I’m not promising anything.”

“All right, Mr. Forrester, what is your occupation?”

“I’m a magazine writer.”

“And what brings you to St. Marks?”

“I intend to write an article about this trial for an American magazine.”

“I see. Now, were you acquainted with Paul Manning?”

“Yes, I knew him in college.”

“Tell us how you met him.”

“We were on the same basketball team.”

“Hang on, Jim; I thought you told me you played against him.”

Forrester shook his head and raised the glass from which he was drinking. “I’m sorry, Stone; the booze must be going to my head.”

“Let’s start again; tell the court how you and Mr. Manning first met.”

“We went to college in nearby towns—he to Cornell, I to Syracuse.”

“Spell it out for them; say Cornell University and Syracuse University in New York State.”

“Okay.”

“Go on.”

“We were both members of the same fraternity, Sigma Alpha Epsilon, and we had an interfraternity basketball league that included both universities.”

“Just say club, and don’t bother with the Greek; this jury isn’t likely to know much about American college fraternities. In fact, just say you played in the same league.”

“Right. Paul Manning and I both played on basketball teams, and we sometimes played against each other.”

“And how well did you know him?”

“Fairly well, but we were not close.”