Daisy ran to the door to the terrace and began clawing frantically at it.
Ham got up. “What’s the matter, girl?” He opened the door, and Daisy was gone. Ham ran after her and stopped on the terrace.
Everybody else poured out of the study onto the terrace and stood, watching Daisy run.
“She’s headed down the dock,” Ham said. “Come on!”
The group ran after the dog. Suddenly, Stone could hear a whistle. Daisy had obviously heard it a lot sooner.
“It’s Holly!” Ham yelled and jumped into the picnic boat, where Holly lay bound but not gagged.
“Ham,” Holly was screaming, “is it you?”
Daisy was dancing around her, yelping, trying to lick her face, while Ham dug into a pocket for his knife.
HOLLY SAT IN FRONT of the fire, trying to eat a bowl of soup. Finally, she gave up, picked up the bowl and drank from it until it was empty. “That’s better,” she said. “All I’ve had to eat for days is chocolate bars… Snickers, I think”.
Stone spoke up. “Jesus, I saw Caleb buying a whole box of Snickers in the Dark Harbor Shop.”
“That makes him the guy,” Holly said.
Everyone was gathered around her, watching. Even Seth and Mabel had come in from the kitchen. “What else can I get you, Holly?” Stone asked.
Holly stood up and stretched some more. Apart from being sore after being restrained in one position for a long time, she felt remarkably well. “A drink,” she said.
Dino went to the bar and got her some Knob Creek on the rocks, her favorite.
“Are you ready to talk now?” Lance asked.
“Ready? All I want to do is talk; I’ve had my mouth taped shut for… how long has it been?”
“You’ve been gone a little over four days,” Stone said. “Was it the twins who took you? Did they put you in the boat?”
“Twins? The Stone twins? No, not them. It was one man, and he was very clever. The only time he spoke to me was through some sort of voice-altering device. I never saw him. I have no idea what he looks like. But the Snickers bars makes me think it’s Caleb.”
“Why did he let you go?” Stone asked. “Do you know?”
Holly nodded. “Oh, God. I need a computer.” She got up and ran toward Dick’s little office. The computer was already on. She went onto the Internet and started typing.
“What are you doing?” Lance asked.
“I bought my way out,” she said. “I transferred a million two to his Singapore account”
“What are you doing now?” he asked.
“I’m wiring the money back to my account,” she said. “I memorized the account number, and he gave me a password of PE65000, like the old Glenn Miller recording, Pennsylvania 6-5000, but I entered EE65000, so he won’t be able to access the account until he figures that out. I’m going to send the money back to my account.”
Ham stood in the door. “Wait a minute,” he said. “Where did you get a million two hundred thousand dollars?”
“Jackson left it to me,” she lied. Jackson was her dead fiance.
“Oh,” Ham said.
She typed a few more keystrokes. “There,” she said. Then she started typing again. “I think I’ll change the password back to PE65000,” she said. “That way, when he accesses it, he’ll find it empty. I wish I could be there to see his face.”
Responding to calls from Stone, Sergeant Young arrived simultaneously with Ed Rawls, and they were brought up to date. “Do you have any idea who this man is, Holly?” Young asked.
“No idea at all,” she said.
“Lance, Sergeant,” Dino said, “can you come take a look at the thermal images for a minute? I’ve found something interesting.”
Everybody gathered around the coffee table, where the images were spread out, along with Young’s map of the island.
“Here’s my question,” Dino said, pointing to a structure on one of the thermal images. “What is this? I can’t find it on your map.”
“Well,” Young said, “this is the most recent map of the island, completed less than three months ago, but you’re right, the structure in the image doesn’t appear on the map.”
“Look at this,” Dino said, pointing from one image to another. “We’ve got three days of thermal imaging here, and in every one of them we can see one hot spot-one person-in exactly the same position. It doesn’t move, day or night.”
“Maybe an old person, an invalid?” Young said.
Holly spoke up. “Or me. I’ve been tied to a bed all that time. Good God, it’s me.”
Chapter 57
CALEB STONE MADE his way back to the obscured creek, past the overhanging brush and slowly up the little waterway to the boathouse. As he approached he could see a glow from a window. Someone had lit a candle.
He tied up his Whaler and went upstairs. Eben and Enos sat on an old sofa, looking tired.
“Hey, Dad,” the boys said simultaneously. They often spoke at the same time.
“Hello, boys,” Caleb replied.
“You got rid of her, huh?” Eben asked. Of the two, Eben was the more assertive.
“In a manner of speaking.”
“What do you mean by that?”
Caleb dragged up a seedy, overstuffed chair and sat down. “I let her go.”
The twins both sat up. “Are you out of your fucking mind?” Enos asked.
“Certainly not, and watch your mouth.”
“Easy,” Eben said to his brother. “I’m sure Dad had his reasons.”
“I certainly did,” Caleb replied. “One more murder on this island and we’d have the National Guard in here. They searched our house, you know.”
“Dad, she’s going to tell on us,” Enos said.
“She doesn’t know anything to tell. She’s been tied to that bed, drugged, her eyes taped and her ears plugged for the past four days, ever since you left. She hasn’t had a moment of consciousness when she could see anything except that computer.” He pointed at the laptop, glowing in the dark.
“I don’t get it,” Eben said. “Where’s the percentage in letting her go?”
“For one thing, they’ll stop looking for her. For another, she paid her way out.”
“Paid?”
“Listen to me, boys. You’ve got to run; there’s no other choice.”
“But why? We haven’t done anything; nobody has anything on us.”
“You’ve killed some people. They’ve eliminated all the other suspects and now they’re focusing on you. They know you weren’t on the boat when it sailed from Nantucket.”
“So, we came back. So what?”
Caleb noted that they didn’t deny the murders, but he didn’t want the details. “How did you come back?”
“We flew the airplane to Rockport, had some dinner and got the last ferry.”
“Where’s your car?”
“At the house; we walked down here.”
“I want you to listen to me very carefully,” Caleb said, leaning forward in his chair. “I’m your father, and I love you, but I’m also speaking to you as a lawyer. You’ve committed several murders, and these days, nobody can get away with that for long.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Eben said.
“Why did you do it?”
“We had our reasons. Anyway, you taught us everything we know.”
“What?”
“You taught us how much fun it is beating up on other people. You beat us up, before we got too big to let you do it. You stood on the sidelines and egged us on when we wrestled and boxed. You always wanted us to kill the other guy.”
“And you took that to mean that murder is all right?”
“As long as you don’t get caught.”
“You’re going to get caught,” Caleb said.
“Why do you think that, Dad?”
“Because murderers always get caught. They’re going to check every minute of your last four or five days, and they’re going to punch holes in your story.”
“We’ve got it covered,” Enos said.