“Well, I can’t put an APB out on him,” Tommy said. “It’s not like he’s committed a crime.”

“Did you print him while you had him?”

“We didn’t get that far. I ran his name, though, and he has no record.”

“Keating has checked out of his hotel, and the desk clerk said he thought he was living on a boat.”

“Any description of the boat?”

“No.”

“Good luck on finding it, then.”

“Yeah, we spent most of the day looking in Key West Bight,” Dino said.

“Well, that’s the most likely place for a visiting boat to be, but not the only place. They could be anchored almost anywhere, and there’s also Stock Island, of course.”

“Where’s Stock Island?” Stone asked.

“It’s the next key up,” Tommy explained. “Stock Island is sort of a suburb of Key West. It has all the stuff they can’t shoehorn onto this island—hospital, jail, trash dump, lower-cost housing and trailer parks, golf course—and a couple of marinas. It’s worth a shot; Peninsula is the big marina.”

“I think we’re wasting our time without the name of the boat,” Dino said. “It’s like looking for a visitor to New York without an address.”

“You got a point,” Tommy agreed.

“Also, Keating is shy,” Dino said. “He doesn’t want to be found.”

“Yeah,” Stone said, “a skip tracer found him in Miami, and he left town. He’s likelier to get shyer after his encounter with me.”

“Sounds like he’s on the lam,” Tommy said.

“From his father,” Stone replied. “Bad blood there.”

“Well,” Tommy said, “at least you know what he looks like. His girlfriend, too.”

“Not really,” Stone said. “I didn’t take a good look at her, and I’m not sure I’d recognize her on the street.”

“You can always sit down with the phone book and start calling hotels,” Tommy pointed out.

“That won’t help us if he’s living on a boat,” Stone said. “The desk clerk at his hotel said that a lot of boaters check in for a couple of nights to get a decent shower and have their laundry done.”

“We talked to Charley Boggs,” Dino said. “He denied all knowledge of Keating, said he’d never seen him until they were all busted.”

“How bad an actor is Boggs?” Stone asked.

“He’s got a couple of drug busts, but nothing ever came of them.”

“And why would a clean-cut rich boy with a trust fund be hanging out with a drug dealer?”

“Thrills, maybe,” Tommy offered. “Do you know how big a trust fund?”

“The old man described it as ‘a nice little trust fund,’ but who knows what that means.”

“Maybe our boy Evan has dreams of bigger, easier money,” Dino said. “He wouldn’t be the first rich kid to go down for dealing.”