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with bourbon and a blaze.
    “I guess Dino and Viv got caught out, too. They must have taken shelter somewhere.” A moment later, the doorbell rang, and there was hammering on the door. “That’s them.” Stone went to let them in.
    Dino and Viv stumbled into the house, soaking wet.
    “Where the hell have you been?” Dino demanded.
    “Holly and I went for a sail,” Stone replied.
    “Lovely day for it,” Dino said, backing up to the fire. “Is there such a thing as Scotch whisky in this house?”
    “You two go upstairs and change,” Stone said, “and we’ll have drinks for you when you come back down.”
    The two climbed the stairs, carrying their wet shoes. Ten minutes later they were back, dry and changed. Stone handed Dino his usual Johnnie Walker Black and made Viv a martini.
    “Where are the Secret Service people?” Dino asked, after a gulp of his Scotch.
    “Bill and Claire are on the mainland, at a meeting,” Stone said. “I guess the others are taking shelter at the yacht club. Nobody should have to stand outside in this rain and wind.”
    “Oh, yeah,” Dino said, “you forgot to tell us about that.”
    “The vagaries of Maine weather,” Stone replied. “Luckily, we had time to get our sails down and into foul weather gear before it got serious.”
    Holly’s borrowed cell phone rang, and she answered it. “Yes? Hello, Bill. Where are you? We guessed as much. We just got back from sailing, and the Bacchettis from a walk.” They could hear his raised voice. “Now, take it easy, it’s not their fault. We sneaked out of the house to the dock and sailed away. All is well.” She listened, then hung up.
    “Bill is upset with us,” she said, “and with his detail, too. He and Claire are stuck in Lincolnville for the moment; the ferry won’t sail in this weather. Oh, Seth and Mary are stuck there, too; they went in for groceries.”
    It was getting darker, so they switched on the living roomlights while Stone put more logs on the fire, then they all sat down with a second drink.
    “I’m hungry,” Dino said.
    Holly got to her feet. “Come on, Viv. Let’s see if we can find something to snack on before we get any drunker.” The two of them disappeared into the kitchen. The lights went off, then came back a couple of seconds later.
    “The generator has kicked in,” Stone said. “At moments like this, I’m glad we have it.”
    “Does this bother you at all?” Dino asked.
    “What? The weather?”
    “No, the Secret Service. There was no one at the front door, and we sheltered out there, sort of, for half an hour, until you finally let us in.”
    “There was no one at the back door, either,” Stone said. “With all of us gone, I guess they took refuge at the yacht club.”
    “Do you have a phone number for them?”
    “Only for Bill, but he’s stuck on the mainland.”
    “Call him and ask if he’s in touch with his detail.”
    Stone dialed Bill’s cell phone from the landline.
    “Yes?”
    “Bill, it’s Stone. Have you been in touch with your detail?”
    “No, the cell service on the island must have gone down.”
    “But you reached Holly.”
    “That was before the weather got really bad. I didn’t bring a handheld radio to our meeting, but as soon as we’re across to the island, I’ll round up everybody. I’m sure there’snothing to worry about. We hear there’ll be a break in the weather soon, long enough for us to get across.”
    They hung up. Stone looked across the room at Dino, who had his pistol out of its holster and was shoving in a magazine and working the action.
    “What’s wrong?” Stone asked.
    “I don’t know, but something. I’m going over to the yacht club and check on those guys.”
    “I’ll come with you,” Stone said. He opened a concealed room that had been his cousin Dick’s office and found himself a gun and ammo, then got them both some dry foul weather gear.
    “It’s letting up a little,” Stone said, grabbing a pair of Surefire