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- Acknowledgments
- Stone Barrington: The First Five
- About the Author
- Critical Acclaim for Stuart Woods and
- Books by Stuart Woods
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“I heard the music for a while, and their voices, and then I heard the voices move away, so I figure they’d gone to the bedroom.” He shifted in his seat to get comfortable. “Now, there are two ways you can do this,” he said. “One, you can wait for them to go to sleep and then wake them up. That’s good enough, really; I mean, you got them in bed together, right? But the best way is to catch them doing the actual horizontal bunny hop. That way, there’s no talking their way out of it.”
“So, what happened?”
“You can hear pretty good with a glass against the wall,” Teddy said again, maddeningly. “I could hear them talking over the music. I reckoned they were sitting in front of the fireplace. But then I heard them move away, so I figure they’re headed for the bedroom, right?”
“And?”
“I was right. That’s where they were going. So I wait, maybe three minutes, and I go in.”
Stone’s heart was in his mouth. “Teddy, for Christ’s sake, tell me what happened.”
“I’m telling you, Stone; just be patient. Anyway, I leave the camera case and my shoes outside the door, I unscrew the bulb in the vestibule, and I go in real easylike with my key, and, right from the front door, I can hear them going at it, you know?”
“Teddy, spit it out. Did you get the shot we need?”
“So, what I do is, I switch on the camera, but not the light, so I’m recording sound, right?”
“All right, Teddy, go on, give me the gory details.”
“Then I tippy-toe to the bedroom door, and there they are in the moonlight. I think it’s probably good enough without the light.”
Stone was alarmed. “You didn’t use the light?”
“So I run a few feet with just the moonlight. The lady’s on top, she’s really taking a ride on the guy, you know? And they’re building up to it. Both of them are sounding like something at the zoo, no kidding. So, I’m grinding away in the moonlight, and they’re grinding away in the bed, and I can tell things are coming to a head, so to speak, so I wait until just the right moment, when they’re both bellowing like seals, and I hit the light!” Teddy was sounding absolutely delighted with himself.
“Thank God you hit the light.” Stone breathed, his heart pounding.
“Now, tell me, Stone, what’s your first reaction, somebody suddenly shines a bright light on you?”
“Oh, shit,” Stone said. “I’d throw up a hand to shield my eyes. You didn’t get their faces?”
“Stone,” Teddy said, sounding hurt, “you underestimate me.” He held up the water pistol. “That’s where this came in.”
“You shot them with a water pistol?” Stone asked, baffled.