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the slightest sign that a group had or was about to conduct an operation of this sort. Iâve checked the weather that night, and there was thick fog all night and into the morning, and believe me, the fog gets really thick up here.
âFrankly, in my own mind, Iâve ruled out the possibility of an incursion from outside, and my report will so state. Iâm more inclined to think that somebody local had it in for Dick.â
âSeth tells me that Dick and his family were very popular locally,â Stone said.
âAnd Caleb is accounted for,â Dino said. âWeâre getting nowhere fast.â
âWell,â Holly said, âIâm going to turn in, I think.â She got up. âGood night all.â She headed for the stairs.
After a few more minutes of chat, the others headed for their rooms, too.
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STONE WAS PLEASED to find Holly in his bed, and when he slid in beside her, even more pleased to find her naked. He snuggled up to her back and nestled between her cheeks. Holly reached back with her hands and fondled him, bringing him erect. âI thought youâd never come upstairs,â she said, guiding him into her. She rolled over on her stomach, pulling him with her, and they kept that position until they had both come. Finally, she turned over, slung a wet leg over his and snuggled into his shoulder.
Stone reflected that it was nice to have her sleeping beside him. He didnât fall asleep for a long time, though, because he was running every possible permutation of the events in the house through his head and getting nowhere. He resolved to get to the bottom of Dickâs and his familyâs death. It was the last thing he could do for them.
7
A T BREAKFAST the following morning Stone asked Mabel if he should make a ferry reservation for his trip to Belfast.
âWell,â Mabel said, âyou wonât need a reservation going over to the mainland, and you wonât get one coming back. Too many folks are arriving today for the summer, and the ferryâs been booked up for weeks.â
âIs there an airport in Belfast?â Stone asked.
âYup. Bigger than ours, too.â
âOkay, Iâll fly,â he said.
âIâll come with you,â Dino chipped in. âI donât have anything else to do.â
Lance spoke up. âNow that Iâve got Dickâs computer up and running, Iâm going to check out some things. Holly, Iâd like you here with me to see what Iâm doing. Youâll find the knowledge useful, eventually.â
âOkay by me,â Holly said, rubbing Stoneâs leg with her toe under the table.
Stone looked at his watch. âIâd better get a weather forecast,â he said, getting up from the table.
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STONE AND DINO LANDED at the Belfast airport at 9:30 and took a cab to the Waldo County Courthouse. Stone found the probate office, filed Dickâs will and was sworn in as his executor. By 10:30, he had all the necessary documents for disbursing Dickâs estate. He and Dino walked outside and found a bench in the sunshine where they could wait for the inquest to begin.
Shortly, Sergeant Young appeared with an envelope and handed it to Stone. âMorning,â he said to Stone. âHere are the photographs of the scene, the autopsy report, the ballistics report and a copy of my report. Will you have anything to say at the inquest?â
âIâll take a look at your material and then decide,â Stone said.
âIâll tell the coroner who you are,â the trooper said. âSee you in the small courtroom downstairs.â He walked back into the courthouse.
Stone opened the envelope, and he and Dino began poring over its contents. The ballistics report confirmed that the gun in Dickâs hand had killed all three, and the photographs were competently taken and in color.
Stone picked up an autopsy photograph, a closeup of Dickâs head. He