Insatiable Appetites: A Stone Barrington Novel
Stone Barrington returns in this action-packed thriller from the #1 New York Times bestselling author.
It’s a time of unexpected change for Stone Barrington. A recent venture has achieved a great victory, but is immediately faced with a new challenge: an underhanded foe who’s determined to wreak havoc at any cost. Meanwhile, when Stone finds himself responsible for distributing the estate of a respected friend and mentor, the process unearths secrets that range from merely surprising to outright alarming. And when a lethal beauty from Stone’s past resurfaces, there’s no telling what chaos will follow in her wake…
Ever a master of keeping cool under pressure, Stone might have his work cut out for him this time…because when grand ambitions collide with criminal inclinations, the results may be more deadly than he could have anticipated.
said, “you’d better get over to the armory. They’ve got a comfortable room for you to wait in there. Don’t do anything precipitous.” Kate kissed him again and ran for the door. “The West Coast has closed,” somebody called. “MSNBC is backing away from their call in Florida,” somebody else said. “What do they know that we don’t?” Stone asked Ann. “I don’t know anymore,” Ann said. “I’m through reading exit polls and guessing. We’ll know soon anyway.” “One precinct in north Florida has reported
back to his office Joan came in to see him. “The police have finished with Evan Hills’s car,” she said. “What do you want to do with it?” “Get me Bruce Willard on the phone, will you?” She buzzed him a moment later. “Line one.” “Hello, Bruce?” “Hello, Stone. How are you?” “Very well. How did the funeral go?” “It was all very quick—just Elton Hills, me, the undertaker, and the bishop.” “What’s Hills like?” “Actually, we’re getting on very well. He asked me to stay for a few days and
though, that you and I may see more of each other when exercising our duties in her Kitchen Cabinet.” That startled Stone, but only for a moment. Eduardo had a tendency to know things before they became public. “I will look forward to that,” Stone said. Pietro brought antipasti that was passed around, and a crisp white wine, perfectly chilled, was served with it. “I’ve never served on a Kitchen Cabinet,” Stone said. “What may I expect?” “I was privileged to serve two other presidents in that
then we’ll ask him if the girl was aware of that, and he’ll say he told her.” “That’s not so good. I wish she had seen the stains and asked Scali to clean them up.” “Wishing ain’t gonna make it happen, but we can put Donovan in her studio, bleeding. That ought to be good enough for a search warrant, then we can look at stains with luminol and at any knives in the place.” “It only proves that Donovan did some bleeding there, not that Dolce made him do it. And anyway, we got a problem with
much the same as when last I saw it, except that it’s cleaner, and the trim on the buildings is more freshly painted. It looks much like the way I keep my house.” “I think that’s a good assessment,” Bruce said. He handed Elton the book he had prepared of his home’s furnishings. “I thought you might like to have this.” Elton removed the brown paper wrapping and leafed through the book. “This is quite lovely,” he said. “It makes me look at my home afresh.” “I’m glad you like it.” “Bruce,