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  64. AUTHOR’ S NOTE

“Just fenders and lines for the boat, and a second anchor. Miscellaneous boat stuff, nothing else.”

“And you did not lock the stern locker before you departed?”

“No, I had no lock for that purpose.”

“You didn’t have a combination padlock?”

“No, I didn’t.”

“While you were anchored at Fort Jefferson, did another boat approach yours?”

“No, we didn’t see another boat for the whole time we were there, which was, I guess, around eighteen hours. We did see an airplane once, shortly after sunrise, flying low—sightseeing, I suppose.”

“What kind of airplane?”

“A small Piper, I think, something like the Warrior.”

“A seaplane?”

“No, I didn’t see any fl oats. It circled the area a couple of times, then flew away in the direction of Key West.”

“Did you see anyone at Fort Jefferson when you went ashore?”

“Not a soul. The circling airplane was the only sign of life we saw out there, until the seaplane arrived for us.”

“What happened to your rubber raft?”

“It’s still at the Key West Airport, I suppose. I haven’t had time to retrieve it.”

Stone was impressed with Evan’s composure and the clarity of his responses. “Agent Corelli, Evan is willing to take a polygraph test, if it would be helpful to you.”

Corelli glanced at Myers, who shook his head almost imperceptibly. “Thank you, that won’t be necessary at this time,” Correlli said.

“Maybe later.”

“Is there anything else, gentlemen?” Stone asked.

“Yes,” said Myers, speaking for the first time. “I have some questions about Evan’s relationship with Charles Boggs and the death of Mr. Boggs.”

Stone didn’t like this a bit. “How is that relevant?” he asked. “I haven’t had time to consult with my client about that situation.”

“Its relevance will become apparent,” Myers said. Evan spoke up. “It’s all right, Stone,” he said. “I’m willing to answer their questions about Charley.”

Stone still didn’t like it. “All right, gentlemen, but I reserve the right to stop the questioning and consult with my client, if I think it’s necessary.”

“Certainly,” Myers said, then he turned to Evan. “What is your full, legal name?” he asked.

Stone held his breath.

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EVAN KEATING REGARDED Assistant U.S. Attorney John Myers calmly. “My name, since birth, is Evan Harold Keating. I was named for my great-grandfather, Evan, and my father’s brother, Harry.”

“Why did you approach the Key West police and the county attorney and tell them your real name was Charles Boggs?”

“I believed that my father, Warren Keating, had poisoned my Uncle Harry, and that he might want to kill me as well.”