Stuart Woods - Dead in the Water: A Novel

DEAD IN THE WATER [154-011-4.0]

By: STUART WOODS

Category: fiction mystery

Synopsis:

set in the island nation of St. Marks, a famous author's death sparks a chain of events culminating in his wife's wrongful trial for murder.

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"Fast-paced, filled with enough humor, sex, and clever surprises all the way to the last page to make it thoroughly entertaining amusement." --Publishers Weekly

"Trying to make this neat tale last more than one sitting would be like staying up all night nursing a Godiva truffle." --Kirkus Reviews, starred review

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"Blackmail, murder, suspense, love-what else could you want in a book?" --Cosmopolitan

"Dirty fun."

"This slickly entertaining-suspense displays Woods at the top of his game.. Subtly reminiscent of the waggish P. G. Wodehouse, Woods delivers a marvelously sophisticated, thoroughly modern, Old-fashioned read." --Publishers Weekly, starred review

"There is something delightfully nasty about the way Stuart Woods settles every account in his crime capers. Even more delightful is the juggling act that lasts almost to the last page, when payoffs fall like autumn leaves." --New York Daily News

BOOKS BY STUART WOODS

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Swimming to Catalina**

Dead in the Water*

Dirt*

Choke*

Imperfect Strangers*

Heat*

Dead Eyes*

L.A. Times*

Santa Fe Rules*

New York Dead*

Palindrome*

Grass Roots "

White Cargo

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Under the Lake

Deep Lie**

Run Before the Wind

Chiefs

Travel A Romantic's Guide to the Country Inns of Britain and Ireland

Memoir Blue Water, Green Skipper

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This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents, and dialogues are products of the author's imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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This book is for the saints of Washington, Connecticut, Paul and Joan Marks

CHAPTER

one Barrington slowly opened his eyes and stared blearily at the pattern o moving light above him. Disoriented, he tried to make sense of the light. Then it came to him: he was aboard a yacht, and the light was reflected off the water.

He sat up and rubbed his eyes. The night before had been the stuff of bad dreams; he never wanted to have another like it. The nightmare had started at Kennedy Airport, when his live-in girlfriend, Arrington Carter, had not shown up for the flight. She was supposed to come directly from the magazine office where she had been meeting with an editor, but she had not arrived.

Stone had found a phone and had tracked down

Arrington, still at The New Yorker.

"Hello?" she said.

Stone glanced at his watch. "I guess you're not going to make the plane," he said. "It leaves in twenty minutes."

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"Stone, I'm so sorry; I've been having you paged at the terminal. Didn't you hear the page?" He tried to keep his voice calm. "No, I didn't." "Everything has exploded here. I took the proposal for the profile on Vance Calder to Tina Brown, and she went for it instantly. Turns out she had tried and tried to do a piece with Vance when she was at Vanity Fair, and he would never cooperate." "That's wonderful," he said tonelessly. "I'm happy for you." "Look, darling, Vance is coming into New York tomorrow, and I've got to introduce him to Tina at lunch, there's just no getting around it." "I see," he replied. "Don't worry, I'm already booked on the same flight tomorrow. You go ahead to St. Marks, take delivery of the boat, put in some provisions, and get gloriously drunk. I'll be there by midnight." "All right," he said. "Oh," she sighed, "I'm so relieved you're not angry. I know you can see what a break this is for me. Vance hasn't sat still for an in-depth interview for more than twenty years. Tina says she'll bump up the printing for the anticipated increase in newsstand sales." "That's great," he said, making an effort to sound glad for her. "I'll meet you at the St. Marks airport tomorrow night, then." "Oh, don't do that; just sit tight, and I'll grab a cab." She lowered her voice. "And when I get there, sweetie, try and be well rested, because I'm going to bounce you off the bedsprings a whole lot; you read me?" "I read you loud and clear. I'd better run; they've

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almost finished boarding. And remember, we've only got the boat for ten days; don't waste any more."

"I really am going to make it up to you in the best possible way, Stone," she said. "Bye-bye."

"Bye." Stone hung up the phone and ran for his plane. Moments later, he had settled into a comfortable leather seat and had in his hand a rum and tonic, in honor of his long-anticipated winter holiday. As the big jet taxied out to the runway he looked out the window and saw that it had started to snow. Good. Why have a tropical holiday if you can't gloat?

Vance Calder was, arguably, Hollywood's premier male star, often called the new Cary Grant, and he had played an important part in Stone's and Arringtorg lives already. She had been in Calder's company when they had met at a dinner party at the home of a gossip columnist nearly a year earlier. Although Stone had been struck by her beauty and had found her marvelous company, he had not bothered to call her, because he hadn't believed for a moment that he could take a girl away from Vance Calder. Instead, Arrington had called him. Vance, she had explained, was no more than an acquaintance who, when he was in New York, liked to have a pretty girl to squire around, especially at dinners like the one at Amanda Dart's apartment, which she would feature in her column.

Inside a few weeks they were living together, and Stone had never been happier. At forty-two, he was still a bachelor, and he liked it that way. Living with Arrington, though, had made a lack of freedom seem very attractive, and he was determined to hang on to her, even if it came to marriage. Marriage had been increasingly on his mind of late, especially since Arrington had been showing signs of feeling a lack of commitment on his part. On the plane down to St. Marks he had reached a decision. They would have a wonderful cruise on the chartered boat, and they would come back engaged, unless it turned out to be easy to be wed in St. Marks; in that case, they would come back married. He was looking forward to the prospect.