“It’s as easy as that?” Vanessa asked.
“It is if you remember to pack your passport.”
“And we don’t have to stand in line and get frisked, do we?”
“Nope. I’ll frisk you, though, just for the fun of it.”
“Oh, good.”
* * *
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The car pulled up to the airplane at 9:45, and Faith and her copilot waited at the bottom of the airstairs. While they and Fred loaded the luggage, Stone and Vanessa walked onto the airplane to find a stewardess waiting for them with a silver tray containing two mimosas. Dino was already aboard. “Viv will meet us in England tomorrow,” he said.
By the time they had settled into their seats and fastened their belts, the engines were running. Stone went forward and replaced Faith in the left cockpit seat, and shortly they were at the threshold of runway one. The Gulfstream 500 accelerated down the runway and, with a smooth tug on the sidestick by Stone, took wing. They were off. Stone flew the airplane directly to their assigned cruising altitude, fifty-one thousand feet, then handed the airplane back to Faith and went back to Vanessa.
“I feel safer already,” Vanessa said. “Now tell me exactly where we’re going.”
Stone produced a map of southern England from a side pocket. “Here’s London,” he said, then moved his finger down the map. “This is the village of Bewley, spelled Beaulieu, this is the Beaulieu River, running down to the Solent, which is the body of water that separates the Isle of Wight, over there, from the mainland.” He tapped a spot. “The house is here, on the river.”
She inspected the map. “And where do we land? Heathrow? Southampton?”
“We land in my backyard,” Stone said. “During World War II, the RAF built an airfield there, which was not on any air chart and was used for dropping agents of the Special Operations Executive and their equipment and weapons into France and the Low Countries. Two owners after the war took good care of it, and I’m the third.”
“How convenient. What do we do about customs?”
“Customs and immigration will drive over from Southampton Airport and meet us, and so will a fuel truck, for the return trip.”
“How long are we staying?”
“Until the killer is apprehended or you get sick of the English or the countryside or me, whichever comes first.”
“Where are the nearest shops?”
“In London, which is an hour and a half’s drive. We can stay at my London house, in Belgravia, which is a stone’s throw from Harvey Nick’s and Harrods.”
“I don’t suppose they can bring the dress department over?”
“I’m afraid you’ll have to make the effort.”
“I can do that.”
Lunch, a lobster salad, was served, along with a Cakebread chardonnay. Vanessa was soon out like a light, and Stone moved across the aisle to the seating group where Dino was finishing his lunch.
“I guess you want a report about last night,” Dino said.
“I can wait until you’ve made the lobster disappear.”
“Good. That’s what I was going to suggest.” He finished his lunch at a leisurely pace and accepted another glass of the Cakebread from the stewardess.
Dino stretched his arms and legs. “Okay,” he said. “We found where the bullet hit a brick, and that tells us that it wasn’t a warning shot; he was trying.”
“Oh.”
“He missed you by a couple of inches. You were hoping for a warning shot?”
“My name is the last on his list. I had hoped that meant that he’d come after me last.”
“Dream on,” Dino said. “Did you see a car parked outside the house?”
“There were cars on the other side of the street. I didn’t pay much attention to them.”
“You should be more observant when somebody is trying to kill you,” Dino said.
“I was too busy trying not to get killed.”
“A natural reaction, but not helpful to the police.”
“Gee, I’m sorry I didn’t have time to frisk him and get his driver’s license.”
“That would be appreciated next time.”
“You think there’ll be a next time?”
“I can’t think of a reason why he might stop, can you?”
“No,” Stone admitted.
“Question is: When he finds you unavailable next time, will he wait for you to return or just go on killing the others?”
“What’s your best guess?” Stone asked.
“I think he’ll go after the others. I think he’s enjoying himself too much to stop.”
“Why?”
“Well, he doesn’t have a business reason, does he? Like insurance policies on everybody?”
“I guess not.”
“I don’t think he’s out for revenge. There are too many people on the list.”
“Maybe they were mean to him in high school,” Stone suggested.
“We thought of that. They all went to different high schools.”
“Do you think he travels? Like, to England?”
“Airline tickets are cheap, if you don’t mind flying steerage.”
“What a comforting thought,” Stone said. “Now it’s time for my nap.” He moved back across the aisle.
13
Major Bugg, the property manager, met them on the ramp with the Range Rover and drove them up, past some cottages, to the main house.
“The pilots and the security people will stay in a couple of the cottages, and here we are at Windward Hall,” Stone said. The car came to a stop in front of a large Georgian house, and the staff took charge of distributing the luggage. Stone walked Vanessa around the main floor of the house, finishing up in the study. “Would you like something to drink?” he asked her.
“I’d like to go upstairs and become unconscious right away,” she said. “I hate jet lag.”
“I’m afraid Gulfstream hasn’t quite solved that problem, except we get to choose our takeoff times.” He took her upstairs in the elevator to the master suite, where their clothes had been unpacked and put away in their respective dressing rooms.
Vanessa began stripping off clothes, leaving a puddle of them on the bedroom floor, then she kissed Stone and crawled under the covers. Stone was right behind.