Im here. Mike? If you saw this Hancock again, would you recognize him? asked Ekman. Stone produced a map of southern England from a side pocket.Heres London, he said, then moved his finger down the map. “This is the village of Bewley, spelled Beaulieu, this is the Beaulieu River, running down to the Solent, which is the body of water that separates the Isle of Wight, over there, from the mainland. He tapped a spot. “The house is here, on the river.” In what way? And leave me for the high school football coach to find on the fifty-yard line with a bullet in my brain? He walked right down the short hall. There was no one else visible. Chianti bottles with wicker bottoms were lined up behind the tiny bar, and some metal pizza platters were stacked on an old wooden credenza along with a mess of laminated menus. The mingled scents of garlic and basil and Parmesan and pasta sauce were readily apparent. The stained carpet was cheap and coming up in places. The walls were dotted with photos of long-dead celebrities, and the usual cheap prints of Napoli, Roma, and the Amalfi Coast. Bottles of olive oil and single droopy flowers in chipped porcelain vases were on every cloth-draped table. It looked like pretty much every standard Italian restaurant hed ever eaten at in New York City. I already arranged that. Shes at this old friend of hers. What on earth are you two doing? Viv asked. Good, Im glad I dont have to explain it to you. Stone paced around for a few minutes.Lets get out of here, he said. I think that would be best, dont you? Gibbs gave his name, age, occupation and address to the court reporter, then turned expectantly to Hamilton Burger. That trust covers all the stock? Mason asked. He was heavier than I would have thought. Just before we laid him carefully on the cheap, ruined couch his eyes opened and he groaned. Im Detective Wade, Father..