Chapters (75)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Chapter1
- Chapter2
- Chapter3
- Chapter4
- Chapter5
- Chapter6
- Chapter7
- Chapter8
- Chapter9
- Chapter10
- Chapter11
- Chapter12
- Chapter13
- Chapter14
- Chapter15
- Chapter16
- Chapter17
- Chapter18
- Chapter19
- Chapter20
- Chapter21
- Chapter22
- Chapter23
- Chapter24
- Chapter25
- Chapter26
- Chapter27
- Chapter28
- Chapter29
- Chapter30
- Chapter31
- Chapter32
- Chapter33
- Chapter34
- Chapter35
- Chapter36
- Chapter37
- Chapter38
- Chapter39
- Chapter40
- Chapter41
- Chapter42
- Chapter43
- Chapter44
- Chapter45
- Chapter46
- Chapter47
- Chapter48
- Chapter49
- Chapter50
- Chapter51
- Chapter52
- Chapter53
- Chapter54
- Chapter55
- Chapter56
- Chapter57
- Chapter58
- Chapter59
- Chapter60
- Chapter61
- Chapter62
- Chapter63
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgments
- “We Are Very Different People”:
- Stone Barrington: The First Five
- About the Author
- Critical Acclaim forStuart Woods and
- Books by Stuart Woods
- Credits
- About the Publisher
“Look, I don’t want to get you into some sort of ethical quandary here, but if you want me to mention the leather-bound book, I’ll be glad to do it. It’s not as though the other side is playing anything like what we would call fair.”
“I think it’s best to play this straight,” Stone said. “The difference in the effect of your testimony would be small, and anytime you start deviating from the straight and narrow, you open yourself up to getting caught lying. I wouldn’t want to end up with a perjury charge against you.”
“Neither would I,” Forrester said. “God knows what the penalty for perjury is on this island.”
“Can you think of anything else during your evening with the Mannings that might help us at the trial?”
Forrester looked uncomfortable. “Can we talk off the record for a minute?”
“Sure.”
“I certainly don’t want to bring this up at the trial, but it’s the kind of thing that I can’t ignore when I come to write my piece.”
“Shoot.”
“You remember we talked about this dinghy that Paul had flown in from Barcelona?”
“Yes, the Parker Sportster.”
“I didn’t mention this before, but that dinghy can be sailed. I read something in a magazine about somebody sailing one from Norway to Iceland.”
“I’m aware of the dinghy’s sailing capability.”
“Does that suggest anything to you?”
“What does it suggest to you?”
“That Paul Manning could have conceivably sailed the thing back to the Canaries and faked his own death, for whatever reason.”
“That occurred to me, but it’s not possible.”
“Why not?”
“Because the Parker Sportster is still in a cockpit locker of Expansive. I found it there, unused.”
Forrester took a deep breath and let it out. “Boy, am I glad to hear that. I didn’t want to think that Allison could be mixed up in something like that, but…”
“I understand. While we certainly won’t bring this up at the trial, I think it might be very helpful to Allison if you mentioned it in your piece. There will always be people who would think the worst, and it might help her.”
“I’ll certainly do that. It’s the kind of detail that will make the piece more interesting. By the way, I talked with my editor, Charles McGrath, and in light of all the publicity Allison’s story has gotten, they’re more interested than ever in the piece.”
“I’m glad for you.”
“You should be glad for Allison, too; this kind of long, detailed piece will satisfy the curiosity of a lot of people. I know it’s going to be tough for her when all this is over.”
“I know it is, though I haven’t talked about it with her yet. I think she’s got enough on her mind at the moment.”
“I’m sure she has.”