Turned to S.T.O.N.E.

By Tess O'Connor

Geoff Trevor had once been a Navy SEAL and CIA operative; a life he left to become a professor of physics and mathematics as well as a highly successful entrepreneur. Then he meets Carrie Courtney and her two beautiful children. And Geoff's only weakness is children. He knows from experience that that weakness could be fatal. Not for him. He would, unfortunately, have to live with it.
Carrie Courtney, Professor of English and Music Appreciation at the same elite Long Island college, is very wealthy in her own right. Carrie has a mission of her own: Keep Her Children Alive. Something she couldn't do for her husband. Up against STONE, she will do anything to insure their future. And does. If it means using Geoff, so be it. He might have been the one who killed her husband, after all. And for himself, Geoff wants nothing to do with STONE or Carrie. For her sake, and of course, her children.,
Geoff and Carrie are manipulated into a relationship by a bogus ploy of STONE's leader and become involved in a convoluted web of deception, not only from STONE but each other, until they decide to pool their talents and resources and fight back. They are thwarted at every turn, involving friends and relatives, all the way to the White House.
Geoff, who never wanted to love because of the inherent danger, doesn't even realize he is in love until it's too late to turn back. He loves with a passion he never knew existed, let alone possessed. Carrie accepts and returns that love and passion, which she too didn't want at this critical time in her life. A love they both fear can only lead to disaster; emotions they share that cannot be denied; and a force so evil that it has to be destyroyed; all put a value on life that Geoff promises Carrie will not be taken away.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tess O'Connor
• Release date: May 15, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310117183

Tess O'Connor

Tess is a graduate of Indiana University in Psychology and Sociology. She has lived all over the country, now residing in Salt Lake City, Utah. She is the mother of four children, all of whom had a contribution to the series be it advertising, research, art, or computer skills. Her sister was the constant force to finally getting the book published. Tess began writing when she was a little girl, mainly scripts for her favorite TV shows. After college she even submitted some of those with favorable results, but no actual broadcast. She turned to narrative after reading some favorite authors; Robert Ludlum, William Diehl and Trevanian, wanting to write in that genre with a female voice. Other favorite authors include Jeffrey Archer, Ken Follett, Diana Gabaldon, Judith McNaught and JD Robb.

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Turned to S.T.O.N.E.

by

Tess O’Connor

Copyright by Kathleen H. Briere 2014

Smashwords Edition

The fourth book of the S.T.O.N.E. Series hits Carrie and Geoff with almost more than they can handle in ten lifetimes.

After finally (6 years) tying the knot, they begin the process of trying to destroy S.T.O.N.E. Diamond not only anticipates this, but also invites it. Measure upon counter-measure, knowing they are risking everything, Geoff and Carrie plan for every contingency – except one. The one thing Diamond hopes will destroy them and their forbidden marriage.

Chapter One

Having a place to go - is a home.

Having someone to love - is a family.

Have both - is a blessing.

Hedges

November?! Geoff didn't like it. Why so far away?

Marriage banns have to be posted in the Church for three weeks...

Church?

Yeah, with a priest and everything.

Jesus.

Him too. She gave him an understanding smile. Do you mind terribly?

Not if it's what you want. What church?

St. Mary's in Newport.

Newport! He sighed and gave up. November when?

Third?

He smiled his revenge. Can't make it.

Why?

I have a coin show from the 4th to the 7th. He meant the Annual Grand Central Coin Convention by the Long Island Coin Club. He was president. How about the tenth?

The 10th it is. That over, she went on to the next topic. How do you feel about prenuptials?

Feelings shouldn't enter into them. Carrie glared at him. He took her hand. Honey, I don't care. Draw it up. I'll sign it.

Me? I thought you would want one.

Why the hell would I want one?

You pinch a penny so tight Lincoln's eyes pop out.

If I get screwed, it's my own damn fault. Carrie chuckled. You can have whatever you want. You know that. Besides, you have as much as I do. Do you want one?

No.

Fine. Subject closed. Now, do you want to go to Williamsburg next month? How about Switzerland for Christmas? They heard the front door. Sounds like Steve's home.

Mom?

Yep. Think he'll be pissed? Carrie shook her head but notices the terror on Geoff’s face. Jesus, I'm nervous. She took his hand and kissed him on the cheek as Steve entered the room. He seemed to grow another six inches the hour he was gone, Geoff thought. He’ll be a heartbreaker. Like his father was. And he looks more like him every day.

When's the wedding? the young man asked. Geoff let out the breath he was holding and Carrie and her son laughed. He only hoped Diamond would be as easy. He wasn't.

Geoff had almost decided the hell with him. It's none of his business anyway, when his father appeared in his doorway at school. Geoff was surprised to see the man who had very rarely shown up on campus. Element of surprise, Geoff figured.

Aren't you taking a chance coming here? Geoff asked him.

Not at all. I'm investigating you. You're marrying the wife of a former CIA operative. A newly and highly decorated one at that. Geoff said nothing. May I? Geoff casually waved his hand at the chair.

How'd you find out?

Diamond threw a newspaper on the desk. You should read the paper occasionally. It was folded to reveal a picture of Carrie, Geoff, his lawyer and hers coming out of one of Geoff's buildings on Park Avenue. The caption read, A merger? Geoff tossed it on the desk. She's society. So are you, I might add.

Geoff's phone rang and he answered, Trevor...Yes, this is he... Geoff glanced at the paper. No comment, and hung up. He looked at Diamond. You didn't come here to give your blessing.

Can I talk you out of it?

No

Diamond nodded and a calm business-like discussion followed. You realize marriages are forbidden.

A policy my mother originated.

And you accepted. Geoff nodded once. You can't be foolish enough to think marriage will keep you out.

I was out before I met Carrie. He sat back in his chair, appearing relaxed. I don't get it. You're the one who pushed us together and knew fucking full well what would happen.

That's all I expected to happen. You were supposed to protect her and get that fucking list.

But my headaches got in the way.

Your goddamn guilt over her husband got in the way. Geoff steeled himself not to comment. I'd had some of my best men on her, Only he enjoyed the pun. And women, but they swore she didn't know where her husband sent the letters. You were it. You most of all were least likely to get whipped.

If I learned anything from you, that was it.

You're so fucking whipped it's embarrassing. What's worse, you're mentally fucked. Your head's still screwed over her kid's death...

Shut up. He couldn't hold that one.

So was I. If anything pushed you into this, that did. Bad timing. Pissed me off.

Have you finished?

"You know I'll have to destroy your marriage," he spat the word like poison.

I realize you'll try. He was equally as calm. They could have been talking about the stock market on a normal day.

Diamond stood. Amenities over. Eventually, I'll get what I want. From you - and her. You were the best I had and you'll be back. He turned to leave.

Let me mention this, Geoff began, If anything happens to Steve or Carrie, I'll take myself out and blow your whole fucking operation. Diamond left and Geoff tried to stop the shaking in his hands.

Geoff wasn't sure which was worse, Diamond or the priest he would be meeting in a couple of hours. He and Carrie were having lunch at one of Carrie's favorite places in Newport, the Inn at Castle Hill overlooking Narragansett Bay. In season, the outside deck was open for diners and this was the last weekend. What's that eyesore? Geoff indicated an imposing structure looking like a combination of a Turkish temple and a sand castle.

Bethlehem Steel's summer cottage. Carrie ordered her favorite dish, Scampi provençale. It was three large shrimp sautéed in garlic butter and tomatoes. Geoff chose the roast duckling with cranberry sauce. Carrie suggested to the waiter that they include at least one more shrimp.

Particularly at fifteen buck a pop, Geoff added.

Carrie chuckled and offered him a bite. Here's five bucks. Savor it.

No goddamn fish is worth that much. He chewed. It's the sauce, he concluded. God, that's good. Want another? He told the waiter to bring them a plate with six shrimp and lose the vegetables.

Get what you pay for, Trevor, Carrie said.

But I'm paying more for what I'm getting. He looked around at the view and took her hand in his. This is nice, honey. Peaceful.

For a person who's travelled as much as you have, I can't believe you've never been here. She didn't mention Molly's or Steve's funerals.

I've been here on a boat a couple of times, but stayed mainly on the water.

Want to stay here on our wedding night?

It's pretty remote, baby.

Isn't that what we want?

We're locked in. The only way out is the road up here or a boat.

It's a honeymoon for God's sake, not a damn STONE penetration. He smiled and she sighed, giving up. We can stay at the Cliff Walk Manor. It's five minutes from downtown and has several ways in and out, including the Atlantic Ocean.

Will it spoil it for you?

I won't let it. She smiled and stroked his palm. But you'll have to work extra hard.

I will be. They parted for the waiter to place their six shrimp, and/or thirty dollars in front of them.

Carrie?

Carrie looked up to see a woman standing at the maȋtre'd podium.Evie!

Geoff turned. So that's EZEV, pronouncing it as it looks, each letter. Was she? he'd asked when Carrie had said she wanted Eve as a bridesmaid.

No. Her initials, Evelyn Zale Edwards Vernon.

Of ZEV House? One of the bigger publishing firms in the world, Geoff knew.

Um hm. She, Jeannie and I were inseparable in school.

The two met in the middle of the deck near the U-shaped bar and hugged like the old friends they were. Evie glanced at Geoff who was standing waiting for them. God, he couldn't possibly be better than he looks.

Come on, Carrie said, I want you to meet him.

Geoff watched them approach. Eve looked like she would be a friend of Carrie's. Pixie, blond page boy with round green eyes and not much taller than Carrie’s five feet, but equally as elegant when necessary. Geoff liked her instantly and wondered why she wasn't Carrie's best friend instead of Jean, whom he was beginning to distrust. Eve's effervescence matched Carrie's and Geoff enjoyed listening to old times more than he had anticipated. He saw a change in Carrie that he hadn't seen for years. She was truly happy, back in her realm. And he participated in their reminiscing because he wanted to see Carrie stay that way. He suddenly had a pang and found he couldn't repress it. Excuse me a minute, will you please.

Carrie looked up and saw him turn to leave. Geoff?

Don't move. I'll be right back. He smiled, kissed her on the forehead, and hurried down the stairs and around the building. Carrie instinctively looked around to find what had distracted him.

I don't like the way you did that, Care, her friend said.

Did what?

That practiced and surreptitious way you took in everyone within a fifty-foot radius in three seconds without moving your head.

Carrie laughed. You read too much of that pulp you publish.

Uh hunh. Are you, or is Geoff, in trouble?

God, no. She saw her friend's doubting expression. Honestly, Evie. Just habit, I guess.

I saw that video he did. Did he actually know Steve?

Yes. And it wasn't easy for him to propose to the wife of a friend.

Four years.

Four years what?

Remember I called you when your pictures started hitting the society pages?

Was that four years ago? Eve was sharp and Carrie hoped she had covered herself.

Geoff was leaning against the building trying to get the image of Molly out of his mind. Carrie had been so childlike and their resemblance would always sneak up on him like that and knock him flat. Of course it bothered Carrie, but she only saw it in old pictures or in the mirror. Geoff was faced with it every time he looked at his future wife. He berated himself. Goddamn you, Trevor. You fuck up this wedding and he can have you. He looked around to find something so he could manufacture an excuse. The restroom wasn't down there. He suddenly ran to the car, returned to the porch, and sneaked up the stairs. He hid behind the bar and began snapping pictures. The bartender looked towards Carrie and Eve who were ignorant of the charade. Excuse me, sir, he said, but these ladies would like privacy.

It's all right. I'm with them. He went to another part of the bar and snapped at a different angle. The bartender nodded to the maȋtre'd who approached Geoff.

Excuse me, sir, I'll have to ask you to leave.

I'm with them. Geoff didn't think to look up at the man who might have recognized him.

You're disturbing our patrons. Please leave.

People were looking at the commotion and it caused Carrie and Eve to turn around. Geoff stood. Goddammit, you spoiled it. Carrie and Eve saw the camera and laughed.

Sorry, sir. He finally got a look at Geoff who realized his mistake.

No problem. My fault. Keep up the good work. He joined Carrie and Eve. I hope you don't mind my being a tourist. He focused the camera across the Bay and at Bethlehem Steel's cottage. Honey, would you and Eve mind sitting over there? He pointed off the deck to the lawn towards the Bay where others were taking pictures. Carrie hesitated. I'll buy you some more shrimp, he dangled, wiggling his brows with a grin. He was indeed charming and dispelled any of Carrie's fears. He took his pictures then handed the camera to Eve. She wanted some of her own. I like her, Geoff said of Eve.

Everyone likes Eve. Her tone said something.

Sounds like I don't know all about Eve.

Carrie tried to explain it quickly without being specific. Evie falls apart in a crisis.

Fair weather friend? He remembered not seeing her at Molly's funeral or at the house. He posed Carrie for the camera to stall for time.

"No. She just can't handle it. She's tried, but makes the affected party feel worse just by being there. We all finally told her to stay away until we could make her feel better."

Now, give me the real thing, Eve called. Geoff bent Carrie over backwards and kissed her. They heard the laughter and some applause from the deck.

Jesus, Geoff said, everybody's a romantic.

It'll make a great cover, Eve said. 'Holding her at Bay.' Geoff and Carrie frowned but knew something equally innocuous would be in the paper the next day.

Now for the damper, Carrie said.

What? He made the same sweeping glance that Carrie had earlier, but only less obvious.

It's one o'clock.

Shit. They had a two o'clock appointment with the priest.

Be nice.

After they drove to the Connor estate, Geoff decided he wanted to walk to the church. Carrie saw it for what it was. They walked up the steps to St. Mary's and Geoff noticed the sign. Well hell, he sighed, if it's good enough for JFK, I guess it'll pass. John and Jacqueline Kennedy had also been married there. Monsignor Higgins. You don't fuck around, he teased as they entered the church.

But she knew me when, a voice said.

Jesus. Geoff spun around to the pew. His eyes hadn't adjusted to the darkness yet.

Pope's as high as we can go, the cleric said, unaffected. He was also trying to ease Geoff's embarrassment. Carrie had warned him about Geoff.

Trevor quickly recovered when he saw how much Carrie was enjoying it. He stuck out his hand. I apologize, Father...Monsignor.

Father is fine. I'm proudest of that. And his older parishioners still referred to him as Father Higgins.

Geoff smiled and shook hands. Geoff Trevor.

Glad to meet you...may I call you Geoff?

Just don't call me, 'my son.'

I always disliked that stereotype, Msgr. answered.

They went through the preliminaries and although Geoff actually liked the cleric, he found it difficult to answer personal questions. Were you baptized? wasn't too bad.

I don't think so.

Your parents never mentioned it?

They were atheists as far as I know.

We can always do it now, Carrie teased. Geoff just laughed.

The priest was smart enough to let it drop. He knew this wasn't a potential convert and also knew Carrie was devout. What about children of this marriage?

Starting to get tough. There won't be any, Geoff said.

The priest looked at Carrie. No, she said.

Assuming there were, Geoff elaborated, they'd be Catholics.

Because Carrie would want it, the priest affirmed.

Yes.

At least you aren't lying to me.

Geoff smiled. Maybe I should.

I won't ask you those questions. Geoff laughed. But I must ask Carrie. He turned to the woman he’d known since she was born. Would you get married outside the Church?

We'd go to another church, Geoff said protectively. And I'd lie through my teeth.

The priest said nothing and waited for Carrie. I'm afraid I'd go along with that, she said.

The Monsignor nodded. I guess it's up to me then. Carrie had warned Geoff that while Msgr. Higgins was up to date and somewhat liberal, he was still a priest, lived by certain precepts, and could be very hard line. Since you say there will be no children and Geoff isn't trying to take you from the Church, and I don't want you living a sham, I'd be happy to perform the ceremony.

Geoff was ready to say, Don't do us any goddamn favors, but held it. The priest smiled at him as if he'd read his mind and Geoff returned it.

Except for Carrie pointing out a few sights, they walked in silence back to the Connor estate. Here's Salve Regina. Her college.

Nice campus, he remarked. She took his hand and when she felt his sweaty palm, she looked up at him. Whose mansion is that? he pointed removing his hand.

It's SG's Ad Building. She knew he had seen the sign for the administration building.

Why didn't you go away to college? he asked five minutes later. You were certainly bright enough.

Because I was only fifteen and still in the gym. He knew that too. She took a whiff of the air and tried to change the subject. Not much longer for the flowers. Maybe they smell so sweet because they know they're going to die.

Must be Clarendon Court. The von Bulow mansion where Claus von Bulow was accused of attempted murder of his wife by administering an insulin overdose Despite herself, Carrie chuckled but didn't like that sarcastic way he said it. He was in his nouveau riche mood which wasn't a mood at all, but he knew it annoyed her. She let it pass.

Later, Geoff moved Carrie closer to a ten-foot brick wall surrounding private property and out of the way of an on-coming car. He flipped his hand as the car passed. There's millions of dollars on this street and you couldn't put out for a fucking sidewalk.

She had had it. We all went broke after building our mansions and couldn't afford it. She stopped. Are you going to tell me what's wrong or do we play trivial pursuit.

He said nothing and walked ahead of her. She didn't move. Finally, he turned around and waited for her to catch up. She let him go and didn't speak again.

Carrie went to a shower with Jean at the Vernon estate telling Geoff she would cancel their reservations at the Black Pearl if he didn't feel like dining out.

No. Have a good time. He gave her a perfunctory kiss on the cheek and she hesitated. Go on. I'll be fine, he insisted.

When Carrie returned home and didn't find Geoff in his room, she went to find her mother in the morning room cataloging gifts. They exchanged amenities and Carrie looked at the display laid out on a long table. Did you see the stone gift yet? her mother asked.

Fortunately, Carrie was standing behind her mother who missed her reaction. No. From whom?

There was no card.

What is it?

I believe it's a serving bowl. There's about a five-karat diamond set at the bottom and fifty or sixty smaller stones set in around the rim. Rubies, emeralds, sapphires, so on.

Carrie knew there were 51 other stones. Sounds rather gaudy. At least Medieval.

Sounds like it, but it's actually quite elegant.

Did Geoff see it?

Yes.

"Did he like it?" as if her decision depended on Geoff's approval.

I don't think so. Jean Connor chuckled. He said, 'It's amazing what they can do with carbon these days.' He called it, 'diamond under glass'. Carrie's mother looked at her. He was going to ask if you might know who sent it.

Carrie thought quickly and smiled. It's from Geoff, Mom. You know how he is about sentiment, Carrie quickly asked, Where is he?

Cliff Walk.

Carrie quickly changed to jeans, sweatshirt, and tennis shoes and went out the back terrace towards the ten-foot wall. She opened the iron gate and walked down the five feet through shrubbery to the three-mile path. Tourists stroll the cliff separating the mansions from the ocean fifty feet below. A couple of tourists saw her come out of the bushes and a woman asked, Whose is that one? Is it open?

No, Carrie answered. Private property. I blew it. She looked both ways for Geoff, but her view was limited because of the winding shoreline. There wasn't much farther to go to the right and odds were he was to the left. She walked until she found him on a rock not easily accessible to the fainthearted. It entailed climbing partway down the cliff and up again on a huge boulder jetting up from the ground. Carrie had climbed it only once when she was a child, but as she got older, the height got to her. She stopped and just took in her fill. He looked absolutely gorgeous sitting there on the boulder, she thought. His hair was blowing and his face looked rugged, and as if it belonged there. Like some Celtic god overlooking a wild sea. Geoff heard her coming down the cliff and turned away from the ocean. Carrie, don't. It's too dangerous.

I was climbing this rock before you even knew it existed.

That could be as late as two hours ago. It wasn't a steep climb, just a high one. With Carrie's sense of security placed in objects rather than people at dizzying heights, she gripped the rock when she reached the top instead of Geoff's proffered hand. He smiled. I promise, I won't let you fall. After a few tentative seconds, she took it, gripping it tightly. Christ, he feigned pain, if you went, I'd be dragged down with you. She started to let go and he laughed and kept her hand in his. He looked down. You probably wouldn't die from the fall anyway, just break a few things. Unless of course you landed on your head whereas...

Will you shut the hell up.

He put his arm around her and she stiffened. Relax, honey. Take a couple deep breaths.

She made two quick intakes and unconvincingly announced, I'm fine. She went off to music in her head and Geoff remembered the tactic so kept quiet while her grip lessened. She tried. She really did. As her grip began to loosen, Geoff spoke, hoping to delay panic. What are you listening to?

Voile. A piece by Debussy.

Do you hear the flutter of the sails?

I did. Do you know he used the whole note scale?

No half notes, hunh?

She turned to him and chuckled. I must have stuck in a few. He smiled. Ever read Baudelaire?

You can't fully understand the Debussys unless you see a Manet, Monet, or Renoir or read Baudelaire, Verlain, etcetera.

I am impressed. And her expression showed it, as usual.

I sat in on your impressionism lecture.

I'm even more impressed.

But not an impressionist.

She chuckled at her inability to relax. Not a successful one at any rate.

Turn around and look up at the cliff and houses. Looking up rather than down helped some acrophobics. He put a small amount of pressure on her back and she panicked. Don'tdonti’lldoit, she squeaked. They turned in opposite directions to face the cliff. Carrie breathed a little easier and even waved back at a few tourists. Geoff started to turn back around towards the ocean.Whatareyoudoing? she asked in another monosyllabic gibberish.

I don't like being on display. Relax and stay where you are. He turned and then put his arm across her lap to brace her.

The stone bowl was from you, but the way.

He turned his head to her. Did you see it?

No. My mother described it. She wondered why you hadn't mentioned it to me so I told her you sent it.

Good thinking. He thought about that. Except now she'll wonder why you didn't want to see it.

I can't think of everything, she snapped. You could have told me and I wouldn't have had to cover in the first place. Instead you walk around moping like some kid denied a treat and put me in an embarrassing position with my own mother who can read me like a book. He let her go. Of course, she wouldn't pry but will worry about me all day unless I can come up with a plausible excuse as to why I didn't look at it.

We'll think of something, he managed to get in.

You should have thought of that before, she yelled. You could have told her not to show it to me and my lie would be more convincing.

Then why send it to your parents' house while we're here?

How the hell should I know?

We'll keep it simple.

But it isn't.

We're talking about a goddamn bowl. He sighed. And doing exactly what he wants.

Carrie hugged her knees and took a deep breath. But it's not even about the bowl is it? She kept her chin on her knees.

What do you mean?

You were all right until this afternoon. She looked at him. Until we saw Father.

Drop it.

Is that it?

Is what it?

You changing your mind?

Christ no.

It's understandable. Everyone gets cold feet. It's...

I'm not everyone.

But not immune to second thoughts.

Yes I am. I can't afford them. That was the old Geoff Trevor talking.

If you want to put it off or cancel...

Now you shut the hell up. I'm not having second thoughts. She looked puzzled because that's exactly what she had thought. He turned back to the East. Are you?

I did. But I saw it for what it was. She chuckled. I almost cancelled my first marriage.

Is it easier the second time around?

I think it's easier the third time.

You guessing or planning? It was an attempt at a tease at least.

Carrie smiled. Planning. You swore you'd never marry and I swore I'd never marry another spy. He snickered. But I knew the odds of my next husband's untimely death was near nil.

Actually...

Don't quote me odds, Trevor. Unless of course you want me to change my mind.

You haven't heard the odds.

She frowned. You want me to increase them?

Jesus, you're vicious.

And not in the best position to carry it out. He smiled. I heard your lecture on field survival.

Geoff changed the subject. What's that place at the beginning of the path?

That's Cliff Walk Manor, the place I mentioned at lunch.

Where we're staying on our wedding night.

I set it up for room twenty two.

I don't want any fucking ghosts, Carrie, he snapped.

It was a logical misinterpretation she reasoned. I'm sorry. I leaped Kierkegaardian. Rooms 21 through 24 are at the back of the inn overlooking the beach. Other ground floor rooms are overlooking the terrace. You think you're on display here.

Why 22 then?

Twenty-two and twenty-three are in the middle of the balcony with accesses both ways.

Have you ever stayed there, Kierkegaard?

He went too far. Yes. She glared at him. In 23. He turned away and said nothing. I'm going back, she announced. He noticed how sure-footed she was when angered and filed that away for future rference.

He glanced up at Carrie on the cliff and yelled instinctively. He didn't get a good look before they were out of sight. The tone in his voice made her turn towards him but he was already gone from the rock by the time she looked. She immediately assumed he had fallen and called to her. She screamed his name. The two men grabbed her as she was standing near the cliff looking and calling for Geoff.

Hi, guys, Geoff had sneaked up behind them.

They turned, startled, Christ, how'd you get up here so fast, one asked.

I thought you fell, Carrie said.

Sorry. I didn't see David and Rory clearly before you screamed and disappeared from sight.

David and Rory were Carrie's brothers. They were two very different looking men. One, Rory, looked like Carrie's brother, John. He was Roderick Connor, so called Rory to avoid the junior-senior confusion as his father was called Rod. He was a shade over six feet, dark brown almost black hair, but as Geoff saw, Carrie's navy eyes.

David looked more like Carrie with much finer features than either of his brothers. He