Contraband by Stuart Woods (Stone Barrington #50)
English | 2019 | Mystery/Thriller | ePUB | 1.2 Mb
Contraband : Stone Barrington is getting some much-needed rest and relaxation in the Florida sun when trouble falls from the sky–literally. Intrigued by the suspicious circumstances surrounding this event, Stone joins forces with a sharp-witted and alluring local detective to investigate. But they run into a problem: the evidence keeps disappearing.
From the laid-back Key West shores to the bustling Manhattan streets, Stone sets out to connect the dots between the crimes that seem to follow him wherever he travels. His investigations only lead to more questions, and shocking connections between old and new acquaintances. But as Stone must quickly learn, answers–and enemies–are often hiding in plain sight . . .
“There was the squawk of a voice on the rescue diver’s helmet radio, then the chopper rose and turned east, toward Key West. It made a low pass over the yacht, and a yellow nylon duffel was tossed out and landed on the yacht’s deck. Then the copter turned for Key West, climbing quickly and disappearing. The sun was now half a red ball behind them as it eased its way below the horizon.
The rescue diver unsnapped his chin strap and pulled off his helmet, releasing a cascade of shoulder-length blond hair.
For the first time, Stone realized there were breasts under the jumpsuit.
“Hi,” the diver said. “I’m Max. The chopper has had a winch malfunction and couldn’t get me back aboard. They’re low on fuel, so they beat it back to Key West without me. Can I hitch a ride to wherever you’re going?”
Stone grinned at the sunburned face. “I think we can find room for you,” he said.
“I like your outfit,” she said.
Stone, realizing he was still naked, grabbed a towel and secured it around his waist. “Let me get you a robe,” he said, finding a terry robe and handing it to her.
She glanced at her divers wristwatch. “I’m now off duty,” she said. “Any hope of a drink?”