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  64. AUTHOR’ S NOTE

“Trouble his,” Stone said, “we don’t know anything about this kid—who his friends are, how he earned a living in the past.”

“His old man couldn’t help with that?” Tommy asked. Stone shook his head. “Apparently, they haven’t spoken since the guy was in college, and that was some years ago.”

Tommy sighed. “Dealing with criminals is a lot easier,” he said.

“They have accomplices and parole offi cers, people you can talk to when you’re looking for them. Rich kids just have drug dealers and maître d’s.” Tommy’s face brightened. “Wait a minute. Your boy had a table booked at Antonia’s, an Italian restaurant on Duval, the night we arrested him.”

“So?” Dino asked.

Tommy was already pushing buttons on his cell phone. “Hi, it’s Lieutenant Tommy Sculley, Key West PD. The night before last you had a reservation for an Evan Keating; did you get a phone number for him?” Tommy scribbled something in his notebook. “Thanks,” he said, then he hung up. He ripped the sheet from his notebook and handed it to Stone. “Your boy has a cell phone number, 917 area code.”

“Can your computers track cell phone numbers?” Stone asked.

“They can.”

“Do me a favor, Tommy. Ask your office to wait until late tonight and see if you can locate the phone. That might tell us where Evan Keating is laying his curly head at night.”

Tommy made the call.

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STONE AND DINO were breakfasting on their front porch when Stone’s cell phone vibrated. He flipped it open. “Hello?”

“It’s Tommy.”

“Good morning.”

“And to you. We got an overnight hit on Evan Keating’s cell phone.”

“Hallelujah! Where’s he staying?”

“Well, you were right, he’s on a boat.”

“Which marina?”

“No marina; he’s anchored out at the reef.”

“Let me put you on speaker, so Dino can hear this.” Stone pressed the button. “Go.”

“Key West has the only coral reef left in the continental United States. Everybody goes out there to snorkel and scuba, so a lot of moorings have been put down, to keep people from tearing up the coral with anchors. That’s where we picked up Keating’s cell phone, around two A.M.”

“Great, I’ll go out there and visit him.”

“Hang on. We’re not getting his phone now, not at the reef or anywhere else.”

“Maybe he’s charging the thing. He could still be there.”

“So are a lot of other people. How are we going to know which boat?”

“Have you got coordinates?”

“Yeah, but I don’t know how accurate they are. If you like, I’ll take you out there. How about we meet at the yacht club in an hour? The boat’s name is Rosie, and she’s visible from the front door of the club.”

“You’re on,” Stone said. “See you then.” He hung up.