“Only if he means spending the rest of his days in a gulag.”
“Do the Russians even have gulags anymore?” Dino asked.
“Maybe not in name. But…”
“Does he know you’re still alive?” Stone asked.
“Since he sent a hit team to kill me at your place in Key West, I would say that’s a yes,” Felicity said.
Stone blinked. “And when were you going to tell me this?”
“Don’t get your knickers in a twist. No damage was done. There’s video of them breaking in if you want proof.”
“Video?”
“Courtesy of Lance’s people wiring for picture and sound. I’m told the equipment has since been removed.”
Stone took another drink, then said to Dino, “Remind me to send Bob Cantor to Key West to make sure.”
Dino nodded. “Good idea.” To Felicity, he then said, “Any idea where Bronsky is?”
“Idea, yes. But no proof.”
“He’s either in the vicinity of the Arrington in Los Angeles or here,” Carly said from the table.
Stone looked at her, then back at Felicity. “Herehere? As in Islesboro?”
“Or close by,” Jillian said.
Before Stone could say anything, his phone began vibrating.
“Are you going to get that?” Felicity asked, glancing at his pocket.
He pulled the cell out, saw Ed Rawls’s name on his screen, and answered, “Can I call you back?”
“Something you need to know,” Ed Rawls said.
“What’s that?”
“If you have plans on coming to Maine this weekend, you should reschedule.”
“Because someone is trying to kill Felicity?”
Ed was silent for a moment. “You’re here already, aren’t you?”
“Freshly arrived.”
“You might want to think about freshly departing.”
“I don’t know if you’ve looked outside, Ed, but I don’t think I’ll be doing any more flying today.”
“I suppose you’re right. It’s too late to catch the ferry, so I guess you’ll have to hunker down. My advice, don’t open the door no matter who it is.”
“I’ll pass that along.”
Stone hung up.
“Ed Rawls?” Dino asked.
