That stopped the struggle, but did nothing for Allison’s temper. “I’ll kill her!” she hissed.

“Shut up! That’s all we need is for somebody to hear you say that. It would make very interesting testimony at your trial!” He stopped walking. “Now, I want you to go back to the yacht and calm yourself. I’ll be there in a few minutes, and I’ll explain everything to you.”

“Oh, all right,” she said and stalked off toward the marina.

Stone watched to see that she went all the way, then he walked back to the bar and ordered another drink. He wanted to be sure that Sir Winston left the restaurant without running into Libby Manning.

Chapter
28

Stone smelled cooking as he boarded Expansive. He found Allison below, with lamb chops on the stove. “Smells good,” he said.

“Want some?” she asked. Her fit of temper seemed to be over.

“No, thanks. I had something to eat with the former Mrs. Manning.” He poured himself a glass of wine from an open bottle on the saloon table.

“So how did it go?” Allison asked, looking anxious.

“If I tell you, do you promise not to go up there and kill her?”

“I promise; I’m sorry about the way I behaved. I just got to thinking about the avaricious bitch, and it got the better of me.”

“She accepted your offer.”

Allison groaned. “And how much did I offer?”

“Four hundred thousand.”

“Jesus. Did she sign something?”

Stone handed her the document and watched as she read it. “Don’t worry, it’s ironclad.”

Allison threw her arms around him. “And you saved me a hundred thousand dollars!”

“That’s one way of looking at it,” Stone said.

“Well, I had expected to pay half a million.”

“Then I saved you a hundred thousand dollars.” He sat down at the table and sipped his wine. “Funny, I feel bad about it, for some reason.”

“You sure you don’t want a lamb chop?”

“I’m happy with my wine.”

She sat down across from him and dug into her dinner. “Why would you feel bad?”

“I felt sorry for her, I guess.”

“I don’t; why should you?”

“Well, she’s been struggling along for the ten years since her divorce on not a hell of a lot of money from Paul, plus whatever she got for writing some column for some local paper in Palm Beach, and that’s not the cheapest place in the world to live. She said the column didn’t pay much, but it got her to all the parties. I just have this vision of her growing old in Palm Beach with nothing.”

“She’s got four hundred thousand dollars,” Allison said, savaging a lamb chop. “I don’t call that nothing.”

“You’re right; I guess she’s better off than she was before she came down here. I hope she doesn’t blow it all on high living.”