“He didn’t mention, for instance, the airport?”
“No.”
“Do you know his girlfriend’s name?”
“What’s this about?” the clerk asked.
Stone handed him a card. “I’m an attorney from New York. I have some business with Mr. Keating.”
“You’re suing him?”
“Nothing like that. I just have some papers for him to sign.” Stone showed him the envelope in his coat pocket. The clerk went to his computer terminal and typed a few strokes.
“The woman’s name is Gigi Jones.”
“Any home address for either of them?”
The clerk chuckled. “No, it just says ‘Itinerant.’ That’s the fi rst time I’ve ever seen that one.” The clerk smote his forehead. “Oh, I remember: when they arrived, Keating said they were on a boat.”
“Sail? Power?”
“He didn’t say. I got the impression that they were cruising and just wanted to get some shore time. Lots of people on boats do that; they want a real shower and their laundry done.”
“Did Keating get his laundry done?”
The clerk gazed at his terminal again. “Yep. Charge of $189 for laundry and dry cleaning. That’s a fair amount of stuff.”
“Did you have any other conversation with Keating?”
“Not really, just when he checked in and out.”
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“Did he get or make a lot of phone calls?”
The clerk checked his computer again. “None at all, but that’s not unusual; everybody has a cell phone these days.”
“Did he mention where his boat was moored?”
“Nope.”
“How many marinas are there in Key West?”
The clerk laughed. “Lots.”
“What’s the biggest one?”
The clerk got out a tourist map and opened it, pointing at some sheltered water. “This is Key West Bight, and the biggest marina there is the Galleon, right here. But the whole bight is petty much all marina, and there are others along the shore.”
Stone thanked the man for his help, and he and Dino left. “Well, I guess we’d better start at Key West Bight,” he said. They drove down to Front Street, found a parking lot and walked to the Galleon Marina. They stopped at the dockmaster’s offi ce and spoke to a young woman at the desk. “Good morning,” Stone said.
“I’m looking for a fellow named Evan Keating; someone told me he’s docked here.”
She went to the computer. “Nope, no Keating. Do you have a boat name?”