“What are their first names again?”

“Smith and Coco.”

“Is Coco short for something?”

“Beats me. Nobody’s named Coconut. Can you run their names?”

Dino got out his iPhone and went to work with his thumbs.

“One thing,” Billy said, “is that they were both armed.”

“With what?”

“Pistols. He was wearing a shoulder holster under his left arm, and I got a look into her bag, and there was a little, pearl-handled job in there.”

“They’re New Yorkers, right?”

Dino broke in. “Right, they are. And they’re clean—not even an old parking ticket.”

“See if they have carry licenses,” Stone said.

Dino typed some more.

“Carry licenses are very difficult to get in New York,” Stone explained to Billy.

“Yes,” Dino said. “He does, not she. And it’s only a few weeks old.”

“Can you get a look at their application?” Stone asked.

“That will take a little longer,” Dino said “Some more coffee might help.”

Stone poured him more.

“Got it,” Dino said.

“What did he give as a reason?”

“Says he has a crazy patient who has repeatedly threatened his life.”

“I’ve never heard of a dermatologist with a murderous patient,” Dino said.

“Who has?”

“Something else. His application includes a letter of recommendation from my chief of detectives. That’s why he got the license.” He dialed a number. “Hey, it’s Dino. Is he in?” He listened. “Okay, do you know if he knows a dermatologist named Smith Peterson?” He listened. “Thanks, Christine.” Dino hung up. “He’s up the Amazon on a cruise ship, but his secretary says that Peterson is a friend from college days.”

Stone looked at Billy. “He’s got a crazy patient, and he knows the chief of detectives. You see anything hinky in that?”

Billy shook his head. “Nah, it’s just a feeling, and I can’t shake it.”

“Are the Petersons still on the island?”

“I don’t know. They were staying at the inn.”

“Why don’t you arrange to bump into them somewhere and put your nose back to work? Call me, if you learn something.”

Billy finished his coffee and left.

“Maybe Billy is crazy,” Dino said.

“I’ve never thought so, but he’s very good at reading people.”

“A valuable skill in a real estate guy.”

“He told me once that he could always separate the lookers from the buyers,” Stone said. “Right away.”

“Apparently, he can separate the hinky from the normal, too,” Dino said. “He just doesn’t know why.”

50

Billy found the Petersons where he expected them to be—where he, himself, would be if he had just bought an expensive property. They were on that property, walking around the exterior of the house.

“Good morning, Billy,” Smith said.

“Morning, Smith. Morning, Coco.”

“We were just having another look around, seeing if we missed anything.”

“And did you?”