“Dan, this is a little off the wall, but we had a shooter like that in Key West who took a shot at somebody who was pretending to be Warren Keating’s son. Didn’t kill him, though; that’s another story. The shooter left town in a bright red Cessna 182, headed north. You might check the local airports for an airplane like that.” Dino gave him the tail number.

“Okay, I’ll get it on the radio.”

Dino gave him his cell number. “I’d appreciate hearing about anything else you come up with,” he said. “Did you ever know Tommy Sculley, from the NYPD?”

“Yeah, I talked to him a couple of times.”

“He’s the lead detective on the investigation down here, so you might coordinate with him.”

“I’ll do that.”

“Oh, by the way, did you find a slug?”

“We did, embedded in the drywall behind where Keating was sitting. It’s in Hartford for ballistics tests.”

“I’m sure Tommy would appreciate it if you faxed him the report for comparison.”

“Will do.”

“Thanks, Dan.” Dino hung up.

“It’s going to be from the same rifle,” Stone said. “The one in Vernon’s duffel.”

“You know what this sounds like?” Dino asked.

“What?”

“Sounds like the grandfather, Eli, hired somebody to off his son and his grandson, leaving him with all of the eight hundred million from the sale of the business.”

“That’s nice and symmetrical, but what would a guy in his eighties do with eight hundred million?”

“Maybe he just hated his son and grandson enough to want them not to get any of it. It would be interesting to know who the money goes to if Eli kicks off soon.”

“I’ll ask Eggers next time we talk. Call Tommy and tell him about this.”

Dino made the call while Stone listened in.

“That’s an interesting turn of events,” Tommy said.

“Tommy,” Stone broke in, “were there autopsy photographs taken of the corpse you thought was Charley Boggs?”

“Yeah, I’ve got ’em in my desk drawer.”

“See if there’s a knife wound to the left rib cage.”

Tommy took a moment. “No, nothing visible. Why do you ask?”

“The guy we thought was Evan Keating had a knife wound treated at Key West Hospital. Annika was his doctor, and she said he was clean-shaven.”

“So the real Charley Boggs had been knifed, as well as shot?”

“Something else: he paid his hospital bill with a black American Express card.”

“I’ve never seen one of those,” Tommy said.

“It’s their most elite card, limited to subscribers who spend a lot on their Amex cards.”

“So?”

“The card was in Evan Keating’s name. Do you think Evan Keating, during his identity swap with Charley Boggs, would loan Charley his credit card, one with no limit?”