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know, for as long as I’ve known Dino, I’ve never seen him naked?”
    “I’m a little disturbed that you’re looking at him instead of Genevieve,” Holly said, ducking him.
    Stone sneezed salt water and headed back for the beach. He walked back to the cottage, passing a naked couple along the way, and stood under the outdoor shower, washing off the salt. Holly joined him after a moment, and they soaped each other.
    “So,” she said, “how do you like being a spy so far?”
    “I’m not the spy, you are. I’m here under my own name, remember.”
    “So you are.” She grabbed a towel and began drying herself, while Stone dried her back.
    “What do you want to do today?”
    “I want to have a look at Black Mountain,” she said, “from the top.”
    T hey borrowed Thomas’s station wagon and drove out of the resort and along the beach. When they came to a fork in the road, with a sign pointing to Black Mountain, Holly said, “Stick to the beach; let’s not be too obvious. You have to be sneaky when you’re a spy.”
    “Whatever you say.” Stone drove along the beach road, and they entered and left a small village.
    After half an hour of sightseeing Holly said, “Okay, now let’s head for Black Mountain.” She looked up at the mountaintop. “The old man seems to be shedding his gray hair.”
    Stone made his way back to the fork and took the other route. The road rose quickly as they made their way, and soon it was more humid, and the vegetation changed. “St. Marks seems to have a rain forest,” Stone said. “I never knew that.”
    They passed a construction crew working on the road. “Looks like they started at the top and worked their way down,” Holly said as the road wound back and forth toward the peak over new tarmac.
    They passed a few houses, most of them set close to the road, but as they climbed, the houses got larger and were set farther back. Near the top of the mountain they came to a roundabout with a parking area. Stone pulled over, and they got out of the car and looked at the view. They could see all the way back to English Harbour and could have counted the yachts in the marina if they had wished.
    Holly put a hand on Stone’s shoulder. “Don’t turn around, but there’s a gate on the other side of the roundabout, and a driveway going up a little higher. When we walk back to the car, follow the road with your eye, and you’ll see a bit of rooftop in the trees. I’ll bet that’s Irene Foster’s place.”
    “Does Irene have money?” Stone asked. “Because this has got to be prime real estate up here, and Thomas said she renovated the place. I wouldn’t think she could do that on a government pension.”
    “I’ll ask Lance when I talk to him later today,” she replied. “Why, do you think she’s getting money from Teddy?”
    “I don’t know, what do you think?”
    “Teddy has never been strapped for funds. He’s an inventor, has a bunch of patents on various things, including some of that stuff you see sold on the television shopping channels, choppers and slicers. Word is that over the years, he’s gotten nice royalty checks every year, and after his so-called death, they were paid to an offshore bank.”
    “You said Teddy has a history of always having an escape route?”
    “That’s right. When they found him at the cottage in Maine, he got out through a tunnel and made his way to the little airport there before they could catch up to him. That’s why the navy fighters were ordered after him.”
    “Well, as far as I can tell, there’s only one way up and down this mountain, and that doesn’t augur well for an escape plan.”
    “Good point.”
    They looked at the view for a few more minutes, then drove back down Black Mountain.
    “I’ll ask Thomas about other routes up and down the mountain,” Stone said. “He’ll know.”
    B ack at the cottage, Holly produced a satellite telephone and went outside to call Lance. She returned after a few minutes.