DEAD MAN'S JUSTICE - A Place of Evil (Stone & McLeish Thriller Series of Stories Book 2) Read Free

he was reliving.
    ‘What? Y-Yes. I guess, as well as anyone could be charged with a murder they didn’t commit.’
    Ramirez was already behind the wheel and Finch went to sit alongside him up front. Two of the uniformed officers bundled Stone into the back seat and then sat either side of him locking his shoulders, he just about had enough space to breathe in and out. Stone’s mind went numb. His belief system, usually rock-solid, was being jack hammered into a thousand pieces.
    There was only one person who could help Stone at a time like this, someone who would cut through the bullshit and make sense out of non-sense, one person who he knew he could rely on come what may.
    He needed to call Mac.
     

 
    Chapter 4
     
     
    Maloof sat back and took a sip of his whiskey; he was deep in thought, he was looking out to sea watching a yacht in full sail tacking across Old Fort Cay in the afternoon breeze. Rachel was smiling quietly to herself, to see Stone behind bars for murder gave her more satisfaction than the whole escapade in Trinidad. Maloof eventually spoke again after some minutes.
    ‘I’ll call Ramirez tomorrow and make sure he has it all figured out. In the meantime there’s something I need you to do for me. What time is your flight back to New York this evening?’
    Rachel lifted her head up slightly and raised her up shades wondering what Maloof was going to ask her.
    ‘I have to be at the airport at five, why what is it Samir? What could I possibly do for you?’
    There was more to Maloof than Rachel had anticipated, he was well aware of her background and his contacts and network stretched far and wide. Everything was business to Maloof. For him business and pleasure were inextricably linked. The dinner at which they had met was not a chance encounter as Rachel had thought, but a carefully choreographed arrangement planned specifically to meet her. He had five important buyers visiting from Saudi Arabia, their mission was strictly confidential, and they had requested something particular by way of entertainment. That’s where Rachel’s previous line of business came in handy.
    In each city that Maloof operated in, New York, Paris, London and Milan, he would ensure that he recruited the best, the woman with the right credentials to organize his affairs and clandestine requirements.
    ‘I need you to set up five rooms on the first floor of the warehouse. Khaled will take you out there when you arrive back tomorrow, he knows a contractor who’ll clean the rooms up, decorate, fix the lights and plumbing and you’ll buy the furniture. Each room is to have a king size bed and a nightstand, a TV, mini bar and bathroom. Good quality sheets, drapes and furnishings. Cost is not an issue. Understood?’
    Rachel didn’t know what to say. She had her own plans and working for him wasn’t one of them. As he was giving her his instructions she kept a neutral face, she didn’t want to anger him and besides, he was becoming very useful making sure that Stone ended up in jail. She decided it was too soon to make a fuss, so she cooperated.
    ‘Sure honey, I’ll get right on it when we get home.’
    ‘Good.’ Maloof maintained his serious manner and finished his drink, stubbed out the cigar and stood up. He took off his silk robe threw it onto his lounger and walked to the edge of the pool. He turned back to look at Rachel. ‘When the rooms are ready there’s one more thing I need you to do, well five actually. They’ve got to be carefully researched and the goods have to be just right. The guys fly in from Saudi tomorrow night. The instructions are in the envelope on the table beside you.’
    If Rachel was confused and surprised at Maloof’s business like orders, she was now becoming worried and anxious to know just what he wanted her to do. She leaned across and reached for the envelope and sat down on the edge of the lounger. She opened the flap and took out the papers. There were five separate sheets that