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

“Just barely. I, ah, did a little unauthorized snooping last night.”

“What do you mean?”

“I drove up to Greenwich, got into his house, and had a look through his financial records, which his secretary had neatly filed away.”

“Bob, you should check with me before you do things like that.”

“If I had checked with you, you wouldn’t have let me do it.”

“You’re right about that. So what did you find out?”

“When he got a check he would pay off the three banks, and there would be only a few thousand left, not enough to get him to the next publisher’s payment. Right before he set off on the transatlantic voyage, he got two checks at once from two contracts, and that squared him for a while. But he borrowed while he was away, and now the banks are lined up, waiting for the will to be probated.”

“Well, I guess that’s going to cut into Allison’s insurance money.”

“I wouldn’t worry about that,” Cantor came back. “Manning had twelve million bucks in life insurance.”

“Twelve million bucks? Nobody has that much insurance.”

“You’d be surprised how many people do. He was paying something like fifteen thousand bucks a month in premiums, which is one of the reasons, along with his lifestyle, that he was having to go to the banks to get by. And get this, he also had mortgage life insurance to cover both the house and the boat loans. When Allison pays all the outstanding bills, she’s going to have at least eleven million bucks in cash, tax free, plus the house, the boat, the cars—everything—free and clear. Her biggest expense is going to be property taxes, and she won’t have those long, because she’s already put the Greenwich property on the market. I told you I have a buddy up there in the property business.”

“Have you seen the New York Times piece on Allison’s plight down here?”

“Yep, and you can be sure that the insurance company has seen it, too.”

“That means they won’t pay unless she’s acquitted.”

“Wrong; they’ve already paid. They’d have to sue her to get it back, and they’ll have a very hard time doing that.”

“Why?”

“Because she’s already transferred nearly the whole amount to an account in the Cayman Islands. I found the receipt for the wire transfer.”

“Holy shit!” Stone breathed. “Either Allison has some very sharp advice from her lawyer and accountant, or I’ve underestimated her by a long shot. I’ve never even seen her so much as make a phone call from down here.”

“Well, somebody is, shall we say, acting in her best interests.”

“Somebody sure is, and it isn’t me.”