Stealth
Chapters (71)
Cover
BOOKS BY STUART WOODS
FICTION
Stealth* • Contraband* • Wild Card* • A Delicate Touch* • Desperate Measures* • Turbulence* • Shoot First* • Unbound* • Quick & Dirty* • Indecent Exposure* • Fast & Loose* • Below the Belt* • Sex, Lies & Serious Money* • Dishonorable Intentions* • Family Jewels* • Scandalous Behavior* • Foreign Affairs* • Naked Greed* • Hot Pursuit* • Insatiable Appetites* • Paris Match* • Cut and Thrust* • Carnal Curiosity* • Standup Guy* • Doing Hard Time* • Unintended Consequences* • Collateral Damage* • Severe Clear* • Unnatural Acts* • D.C. Dead* • Son of Stone* • Bel-Air Dead* • Strategic Moves* • Santa Fe Edge† • Lucid Intervals* • Kisser* • Hothouse Orchid‡ • Loitering with Intent* • Mounting Fears§ • Hot Mahogany* • Santa Fe Dead† • Beverly Hills Dead • Shoot Him If He Runs* • Fresh Disasters* • Short Straw† • Dark Harbor* • Iron Orchid‡ • Two-Dollar Bill* • The Prince of Beverly Hills • Reckless Abandon* • Capital Crimes§ • Dirty Work* • Blood Orchid‡ • The Short Forever* • Orchid Blues‡ • Cold Paradise* • L.A. Dead* • The Run§ • Worst Fears Realized* • Orchid Beach‡ • Swimming to Catalina* • Dead in the Water* • Dirt* • Choke • Imperfect Strangers • Heat • Dead Eyes • L.A. Times • Santa Fe Rules† • New York Dead* • Palindrome • Grass Roots§ • White Cargo • Deep Lie§ • Under the Lake • Run Before the Wind§ • Chiefs§
COAUTHORED BOOKS
Skin Game** (with Parnell Hall)
The Money Shot** (with Parnell Hall)
Barely Legal†† (with Parnell Hall)
Smooth Operator** (with Parnell Hall)
TRAVEL
A Romantic’s Guide to the Country Inns of Britain and Ireland (1979)
MEMOIR
Blue Water, Green Skipper
*A Stone Barrington Novel
†An Ed Eagle Novel
‡A Holly Barker Novel
§A Will Lee Novel
**A Teddy Fay Novel
††A Herbie Fisher Novel
1
Stone Barrington woke earlier than he should have and was, for a moment, disoriented. Sunlight was streaming through a two-inch gap in the drawn curtains of the room, and he never slept with curtains drawn. Except in England.
He sat up in bed. He was, indeed, in England, in the house called Windward Hall that he had owned for some years. He had landed in the early evening in the Strategic Services Gulfstream 600, on which he had caught a ride from Teterboro, New Jersey. The company jet was in England or Europe on almost a weekly basis, and the private runway on his land was long enough to accommodate it for landing and takeoff. It was a convenient way to commute between his New York residence and his house in England.
He looked at the bedside clock: a little after six AM. He fell back onto his pillow, tried for another hour of sleep, and failed. He had come alone to England, so there were no opportunities of an erotic nature to keep him occupied until the kitchen was open for business—and he was hungry. He got out of bed, flung open the curtains in the room, and then got back into bed with yesterday’s crossword puzzle, which he had not finished.
He regretted not inviting a companion on this trip, but his mind turned to the beautiful woman whose country house was just across the Beaulieu River from his. At that moment, his cell phone rang. “Hello?”