Stone drifted off again, then he was moving, but he wasn’t doing the moving. He opened his eyes.
“He’s conscious,” the man said. “Can you talk, sir?”
Stone’s mouth wobbled, but nothing came out.
“Get me some water,” the man said.
A moment later Stone tasted something fresh and sweet. He swallowed some, then some more. Then he vomited it back up, along with some salt water.
“Take some more,” the man said. “You’re going to be all right.”
“Ah min fuff,” Stone said.
“Don’t try to talk yet; just drink some more water, and take some deep breaths.”
Stone swirled some of the water around in his mouth and spat it out, then drank some more.
“Gd,” he said.
“Don’t talk; plenty of time for that later. Jennifer, go below and bring me a couple of dry towels.”
“Okay,” she said. She was back in a moment, dabbing at Stone’s face.
Stone began to shiver violently, his teeth chattering loudly.
The man got the shackle loose and removed the chain. “Help me get this suit off him,” the man said. “Let’s get all his clothes off; he’ll never get warm while he’s sopping wet.”
This took some time, and Stone wasn’t much help. Finally he was naked, and both people were drying him with the towels.
“Can you stand up?” the man asked.
Stone tried to speak, failed, then nodded.
“Help me with him, Jennifer; we’ve got to get him below and into a sleeping bag; he’s hypothermic.”
Stone, with their help, got onto a cockpit seat, still shaking, then got his feet onto the companionway ladder. In another moment he was lying on a saloon berth being zipped into a clammy sleeping bag.
“Boil some water and make some of that instant soup,” the man ordered.
Gradually, the shivering went away, and they got Stone into a sitting position and were feeding him hot soup from a cup.
“Thank you,” he managed to say.
“Don’t worry about it,” the man replied. “I think we ought to get you to a hospital, but I don’t think there’s one on Catalina.”
Stone shook his head. “No,” he said.
“You don’t want to go to a hospital?”
“No. I’m dead.”
“You’re not dead, but I think you had a pretty close call.”
“Stay dead,” Stone said.
“You want to stay dead?”
Stone nodded. “Gotta.”
“Just finish the soup and get some rest; you’ll feel better soon.”
Stone fell back onto the berth and let go. Finally, he could let go. There were sounds of an engine starting and the anchor being pulled up, then they seemed to be moving. He went back to sleep.
When he woke, the clock on the bulkhead read just after 1:00A.M. Stone struggled to sit up.
“Tom, he’s awake,” the woman said. She was sitting on the opposite berth, watching Stone.
“Will you come and take the helm?” he called back.
The boat heeled, and Stone could hear water rushing past the hull.
“The wind is coming up a little,” the man said. “Just aim her at that star there; your course is a little north of east, and the wind’s on the beam.” He came below.
“Hi,” Stone said.
“Feeling better?”
“Better is too strong a word, I think, but I’m feeling vaguely alive, which is an improvement.”
The young man laughed. “I’m Tom Helford,” he said. “I’m a medical student at UCLA, fourth year, which is why I haven’t yet called the Coast Guard to get you to a hospital. My diagnosis was that you’d be all right after some rest and nourishment. You hungry?”
Stone nodded. “I missed dinner. Where are we headed?”
“Long Beach; that’s where I keep the boat. Don’t get to use it much these days, though.”
“I’m sorry if I’ve cut your cruise short,” Stone said. “By the way, my name is Stone Barrington.”
“Good to meet you. Surprised to meet you.”
“Yeah, I guess so.”
“You want to tell me what happened?”
“I was on my way to a dinner party aboard a yacht anchored off Catalina, but I think the invitation wasn’t sincere.”
Helford laughed. “I guess not, what with the chain around your waist. Must have been hard to swim.”
“It was harder when there was an anchor shackled to the chain.”
“Holy shit! They didn’t intend for you to come up again, did they?”
“No, they didn’t.”
“I’ve got a cell phone aboard. Why don’t we call the cops and have them meet us at Long Beach?”
“That reminds me,” Stone said. “There was a cell phone in my suit.”
“Here it is,” Helford said, holding it up. “I emptied your pockets onto the chart table.”
“Will you take out the battery and soak the phone in some fresh water?”
“Sure, if you think it’ll help.”
“It can’t hurt; I know the salt water won’t help.”
Helford pumped some water into the galley sink and dropped Stone’s cell phone into it, then started making some sandwiches. “I see by your ID that you’re a cop.”
“Retired.”
“Pretty young for retirement, aren’t you? The knee have something to do with it? I saw the surgical scar.”
“Yep.”
“You’ve got a New York driver’s license.”
“Yeah, I’m just a visitor to L.A.”
“Speaking as a native Californian, I’d like to apologize for the reception; we usually treat tourists better.”
“Apology accepted.”
“What yacht were you headed for when you…took the detour?”
“I don’t know her name; she’s probably big, though.”
“We were ashore for dinner, and on the way back to the boat we passed something of about a hundred and fifty feet calledContessa. Could that be her?”
“Could be.”
“She was the only really big thing in the anchorage; nothing else over eighty, ninety feet.”
“Contessa,”Stone repeated. He wanted to remember that. “What sort of boat am I on?”
“A Catalina Thirty-five, elderly.”
“She’s nicely kept,”, Stone said, looking around, “but I think your masthead light is out.”
“You’re right; I haven’t taken the time to go up and replace it.”
“I didn’t see her coming,” Stone said, rubbing his forehead.
“You’ve got a bump there.”
“It’ll go away.”
Helford handed Stone a sandwich and another cup of soup. “Something I need to ask you,” he said.
“Shoot.”
“Am I involved in something illegal here?”
“No. You just thwarted something illegal.”
“You’re a lawyer, according to your business card; should I be hiring a lawyer?”
Stone shook his head. “No need. The sandwich is wonderful.”
“Thanks. You’re sure I’m not going to be in any difficulties because of your problem?”
“Positive. You’re a Good Samaritan, and that’s it.”
