Distant Thunder (Unabridged) – Hörbuch neu kaufen

9780593629772

(ISBN-10: 0593629779)

Neuware

Random House USA Inc

CD

Englisch

152 g

Neuware - 1Stone Barrington woke to the loudest explosive noise he had ever heard, and there was more to come. Lightning flashed, illuminating his bedroom at his house in Dark Harbor, Maine, then a hammering on the roof began. He switched on a bedside light. It came on for a moment, then went off for a few seconds, then he heard the generator kick in, and the lamp came on again.Holly Barker came running into the room; he had not even noticed her absence. She dived into bed and clung to him. “Please tell me this is a thunderstorm and not a nuclear attack,” she whimpered.'It’s the mother of all thunderstorms,' Stone said, then switched on the TV to the Weather Channel. A man stood before a weather chart, and there was a large red splotch on it where Maine should have been.'It’s a nor’easter,' Stone said. 'Last night they were saying this would come in the night, then pass offshore. I think it’s making itself at home.''I am not flying in that little jet of yours today,' Holly said.'Nobody is. You can tell them at the office that you have a real good excuse for not showing up. You can refer them to the weather radar.''What’s that terrible noise on the roof ' Holly asked.'That’s called rain.''That’s not like any rain I’ve ever heard on any roof,' she said.'The Weather Channel guy was predicting eight to twelve inches of rain in our neighborhood.''Is your airplane going to be okay ''Fortunately, it’s waterproof. And yesterday, Seth drove stakes into the ground and tied it down, so it won’t blow away.''You were expecting this ''No, but Seth was. He’s a Mainer. He put extra lines and fenders on the boats, too.''Look out the window. It’s as though we are underwater.''We are, in a way.''Why haven’t we lost power ''We have, but our 25 kW generator kicked in, and that keeps the whole house running.''For how long ''Until that five-hundred-gallon tank of diesel runs out, and that will take a long time.''How long ''I don’t know.'They put on robes and went down for breakfast. Seth’s wife, Mary, was putting food on the table as if nothing unusual had happened. 'Morning,' she said cheerfully.'Morning, Mary,' Stone replied. 'How many days of provisions do we have stocked ''Oh, don’t you worry about that, Mr. Stone. We won’t starve. Good thing we have that twenty pounds of moose in the freezer that Mr. Rawls gave us last year.''Moose ' Holly said. 'Last year ''Ed Rawls goes moose hunting every year,' Stone said. 'He has a hard time getting rid of the meat.''What’s moose like ' Holly asked.'I haven’t the slightest idea, and I thought I was never going to find out, but one never knows, do one As Fats Waller used to say.''Who’s Fats Waller ''Oh, you child! A large, brilliant pianist, songwriter, and singer of the 1920s and ’30s.''I hope you don’t think I remember the 1920s and ’30s.''You don’t remember World War II, either, but it happened. So did Fats Waller.'They devoured scrambled eggs and sausage and Wolferman’s English muffins, washed down with orange juice, and followed by black coffee, an espresso roast.Seth lit the living room fire, though it wasn’t all that cold; it just seemed that way. Stone and Holly showered together, as usual, and got into some L.L. Bean clothes. As they came downstairs, the doorbell was ringing. Stone opened it to find a suit of bright yellow waterproof clothing, topped by a seaman’s hat, a thick moustache, and round glasses.'Come in, Ed,' Stone said to Rawls. 'What the hell are you doing out in this ''Helping to divert a minor disaster,' Rawls said. 'The ferry got sideways and had to be realigned.'It was late in the Labor Day holiday weekend, and the 'folks from away,' as the Mainers call them, had abandoned the island yesterday, in a rush. This happened every Labor Day, not just when there was a nor’easter.'I hadn’t heard.''Nothing to worry about now. I had a look at the airfield. Your aircraft is still attached firmly to the ground.''Always good news. Anybody hurt in the foofaraw ''No. And only one murder.''Who got murdered ''No ID yet. He was found on the ferry deck. The state police won’t venture out until this storm has gone.''Cause of death ''Two in the head,' Ed said, as if there were one every week.'That does not bode well,' Stone said.'Not for him, anyway.''Have you got a description ”'A ­medium-​­everything white gentleman, clad in yellow oilskins, like everybody else.''Not somebody looking for you, I hope.' Rawls was retired CIA, the last of his breed on the island, and there had been times when people had wanted him dead, but not recently.'We’ll just have to see, won’t we I hope it ain’t too early for me to want a drink.'Stone got him a bourbon on the rocks.'You ain’t joining me ' Rawls asked reprovingly.'Not for another eight hours, or so.'Holly came downstairs. “Hey, Ed.”'Hey, Holly.''I was eavesdropping on the stairs and heard your con­­­versation.'“Then I got nothing else to report. You were flying back today, weren’t you ''Well, gee, Ed.''Yeah, I know.''I’ve got to check in now and deliver the news.''It’s being delivered in D.C. right now,' Rawls said, 'so it won’t come as a surprise to them at the White House.'Holly was President of the United States and found she had some business in the Northeast for the past few days.She went to the hidden office that Stone’s cousin, Dick Stone, had built for himself to stay in touch with CIA headquarters. Holly had had her own computer installation hooked up. She sent messages to all who needed to hear about the weather in Maine.2At lunchtime, the weather was unchanged. Ed Rawls was pressed into staying for some lobster stew, and they all sat down at the dining table.'I like to brag on the weather to those from away,' Rawls said, 'but they’re never going to believe this.'The doorbell rang, making them all jump. Stone, clutching his napkin, got up and went to answer it. A man in the usual yellow oilskins stood there, identifiable only by his ­campaign-​­style, ­flat-​­brimmed hat. 'Good afternoon, Stone,' said Sergeant Young of the Maine State Police.'That’s an outright lie,' Stone said. 'Come in and get dry.' He pointed at the pegs where the sergeant’s gear should be stowed. 'We’ve got a big pot of lobster stew,' he said. 'Can I tempt you ''You can,' the sergeant said, hanging up his oilskins and sitting down at the table.'I think you know everybody.'The sergeant nodded at everyone.'I’ve heard bad news from the ferry,' Stone said. 'Got an ID yet 'The sergeant reached into his jacket pocket, produced a wallet, laid it on the table, and opened it. Everybody at the table recognized the CIA credentials. Everybody stopped eating.'Name of John Collins,' the sergeant said. 'Anybody know him 'Heads were shaken.'Anybody heard of him '“Give me a minute.” Holly set down her spoon, picked up the wallet, and went to the concealed office and her computer. Inside, she dialed a number.“Lance Cabot.”“It’s Holly.”“I thought you would have drowned by now.”“Near enough. Do you know one of your people named John Collins ”“Perhaps,” Lance said.“Is he supposed to be in Maine ”Lance was quiet for a long moment. “How bad ”“Fatal.”“Means ”“Two to the head. Happened on the ferry, which hasn’t run since last night.”“Perhaps you’d better stay there for a while.”“Where else am I going to go ”“I know you’re due back in New York. Don’t go.”“I can’t swim that far.”“Has the state police become involved ”“The ­island-​­based Sergeant Young is at Stone’s lunch table as we speak.”“I don’t want them to have the body.”“Nobody can move it in the present weather.”“Ask the sergeant to move it to Stone’s garage at the first opportunity, then to call me on this line. You stay where you are and watch your ass.” Lance hung up.Holly returned to the table. “That was Lance Cabot on the phone. You’re about to have another guest, Stone; one John Collins, says Lance. Sergeant,” she said, handing him a note. “Please call Lance at this number as soon as you’re able. He asks that you not remove the body from the island but store it in Stone’s garage.”“So now I’m running a mortuary ” Stone asked.“Looks like it. They won’t be able to get a chopper in here today.'“I’ll have to call my captain,” the sergeant said.'If I know Lance, he’s doing that right now. Call him before you speak to your captain.” The sergeant’s cell phone rang. He walked away from the table and answered it, then returned. 'Stone, you have an ice machine, don’t you ''Two of them.''Can I borrow some plastic garbage bags and all your ice ''Leave enough to fill a few whiskey glasses,' Stone replied.The sergeant nodded. 'Somebody from our station told me that we’re going to get more rain here this weekend than we’ve had since the hurricane of ’47. That one was about nineteen inches, as I recall.''Stone,' Ed Rawls said, 'if we get that much rain, your two boats down at the dock are going to end up on your back lawn.''As long as they don’t end up in my living room,' Stone said.After lunch, everybody had a glass of whiskey, because there wasn’t anything else to do. Around nightfall, the sergeant’s colleagues deposited the remains of John Collins in the garage, next to Stone’s MG TF 1500, with bags of ice around him. Stone and Holly both had a good look at him.'Know him ' Stone asked.'No,' she said, snapping the man’s photo with her iPhone. 'But Lance might.'3Stone slept longer than usual, and so did Holly. He got up and looked out a window: it was still raining, but not as much, and occasionally, a bit of blue sky could be seen. He switched on the TV, muted it to let Holly sleep, and looked at the weather radar. 'Oh, good,' he said to himself.Stone was at breakfast when Holly came down, dressed, but looking a bit bleary. 'What’s happened ' she asked, sitting down. 'Why is the rain gone ''Are you complaining ' Stone asked.'No, just disoriented. I’ve grown accustomed to wind, rain, and thunder.''God changed his mind. Live with it.' He sipped his coffee. 'We may be able to fly today.''Lance said I can’t go back to New York,' she said.'Where does he want you to go ''He wants me to stay here, until he says I can return to Washington.''I guess I can stand one more day here,' Stone said, 'but tomorrow we’re flying or you’re enjoying Maine on your own.''There’s a reason he doesn’t want me to return yet.''What reason ''He didn’t say. But Lance never gives suggestions without a reason. Has anybody checked on John Collins ''Still dead, and Seth has refreshed his ice packs.''Good.''Which part ''The ice packs.''You said Lance knows Collins ''He said he does, but he may not.''Either I’m confused, or Lance is.''What I heard on the phone yesterday was Lance being baffled. He told me he may know Collins, because he doesn’t want us to know he doesn’t know him.''Now I’m baffled,' Stone said.'Lance cultivates an air of knowing everything.''I’ve noticed that,' Stone said.“Sometimes, if he doesn’t, he pretends to. When we next hear from him he will have had time to find out what he doesn’t know. I sent him the photograph of the corpse. Maybe that will help him order his mind.”They heard a distant ringing.'That&r

11.07.2024

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