“Please,” Stone said.
They sipped their drinks nervously while Thomas did his telephoning.
“You’re on the flight from Antigua,” Thomas said, hanging up. “Now let me see if I can raise Chester.” He dialed another number. “Chester? You got room for one lady to Antigua, right smart? Good. She’ll be along.” He hung up. “You’d better get going,” he said to Allison.
“I’ll go get my things,” she said, hopping off the barstool.
“Forget your things,” Stone said. “I’m sure Sir Winston had the verdict before we did. If he wants you, the police could be here any minute.”
Thomas put some car keys on the bar. “A cab could take a while to come; my car is out back.”
“I’ve got to get my passport,” Allison said. “And a few other things.”
“Run,” Stone said. “Don’t take a second longer than absolutely necessary. I’ll get the car.”
She jogged off toward the marina.
“Thanks, Thomas,” Stone said.
“You take the main road and turn right after about two miles,” Thomas said. “There’s a sign. Chester’s airplane is white with blue stripes.”
Stone ran to the rear of the restaurant, found the car, a new Toyota Camry, got it started, and drove around front. He looked toward the marina but saw nothing of Allison. “Jesus H. Christ!” he muttered, getting out of the car. He was halfway across the lawn when he saw Allison hurrying across toward him, carrying a duffel and a man’s briefcase. Stone opened the door. “Let’s go!”
Allison dived in and slammed the door. “I’m not accustomed to running from the law,” she said.
“Don’t say things like that,” Stone replied, driving off. “As far as we know, the law has no interest in you. You’ve accomplished all the legal necessities in St. Marks, and you’re leaving for home like any other tourist.”
“Just in more of a hurry,” Allison said. “Do you think they might come after me at home?”
“I think that if you were arrested, then ran, they probably would go for extradition, but since no charge has been made, well, there are no guarantees, but I think it’s unlikely they?
??d come after you. If they do, my advice is to get the best lawyer you can and fight it tooth and nail. Would you like me to recommend a lawyer?”
“Yes, please.”
“I’m of counsel to a firm in New York called Woodman and Weld.”
“I’ve heard of it; very prestigious.”
“Call Bill Eggers there. The firm probably has someone who specializes in this sort of thing, and if they don’t, Bill can recommend the best man in town. If this happens, it’s going to cost; how are you fixed for money?”
“I won’t know that for sure until I’ve talked with Paul’s lawyer and accountant, but I think I’ll be all right. I can always sell the boat.”
Stone turned right onto the airport road. “As soon as you get home, find a yacht broker and have him fly a ferry crew down here at the earliest possible moment to get the boat out of here.”
“All right.” She dug into her handbag and came up with a card. “Here’s my number in Greenwich; will you call me when you get back? I’ll buy you dinner.”
“That might be tough to explain to the lady I live with,” Stone said, “but I would like to know how things work out. I’ll call you.”
“So why isn’t this lady with you?”
“She got snowed in. Oh, I hadn’t thought of it, but the airports might still be closed up there. When you get to San Juan, check with the airlines. It might be best to spend a night there and wait for the weather in the Northeast to clear up.”
“Thanks, I’ll do that.” She smiled at him. “Sure you don’t want to come with me?”
“It’s a lovely thought, but I’ve got a yacht charter here, and I hope Arrington will be here soon.”
“My bad luck,” she said.