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  2. Books by Stuart Woods
  3. Dedication
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  65. About the Author

“Try not to shoot anybody, if you can help it. The paperwork would be awful to deal with.”

“And I’d be the one dealing with it?”

“There is that, too.”

“Next time, a heads-up would be nice, if you’re expecting rough visitors.”

“I wasn’t expecting it, and that’s my fault. You and Fred handled it beautifully.”

“Thank you so much. That makes me feel almost human again. That guy scared the shit out of me.”

“I know how that must have been. Tell you what, I’ll get Mike Freeman to station a couple of men over there for a few days.”

“I would really appreciate that. Otherwise, I’d have to make Fred sit in my office all day.”

“Consider it done. You okay now?”

“Much better,” she said. “I might have a little of your bourbon.”

“Feel free—you’ve earned it. Bye.”

“Bye.” They both hung up.

He looked at Gala and found her staring at him. “I think I got the gist of that from your end of the conversation.”

“Good, then I won’t have to repeat myself. You didn’t hear Joan’s description of how she and Fred dealt with Boris. Fred kicked him in the knee, and Joan clipped him with her .45.”

“Clipped him?”

“Hit him in the head. Then Fred threw him into the street.”

“Oh, good.”

“Excuse me a minute, I need to talk with Mike.” He got up and went forward to where the Strategic people were holding their meeting, whispered his request to Mike, and got a quick nod. Mike picked up a telephone and dialed a number.

Stone returned to his seat and found Gala asleep again. Soon, he was asleep himself.

12

The G650 set down on the Windward Hall landing strip in the long English twilight. The crew shut down one engine while Stone, Gala, Bob, and their luggage were taken off, then as they got into the estate’s Range Rover, the engine was restarted and the aircraft took off on its short flight to Le Bourget, Paris.

“Oh, look!” Gala said as the house hove into view. Bob seemed to have pretty much the same reaction, putting his head out the window and barking at the house. All the lights were on, and the place glowed. “It’s so beautiful!” Gala said.

They were settled into the master suite, then went down to the library, where a table had been set for their dinner. They had had only a sandwich on the airplane.

Stone phoned home and got Joan. “Everything all right there?”

“No further disturbance,” Joan said, “and Mike’s people are camped out in my office. We’re happy as clams here.”

“Good. We’re just sitting down to dinner, so I’ll say goodbye.”