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Authors: Stuart Woods

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“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.

“You think your friends are going to go on covering for you when they find out what the police want?”

“Sure, they will.”

“No, they’ll be dragged into a police station and told that if they lie for you, they’re accessories to multiple murders and that accessories get the same sentences as perpetrators. Haven’t you watched enough TV to know that? They’ll crack to save themselves, and when they do, you’ll find yourselves in jail, then on trial, then…”

“You wouldn’t let us lose a trial, would you Dad?” Eben asked. “Not with your legal connections.”

“I can’t fix a trial,” Caleb said. “And if they have the evidence, you’ll be convicted, and you’ll spend the rest of your lives in prison.” Caleb saw that he wasn’t getting through to them. “They’ll separate you.”

“What?” Enos asked, looking alarmed.

“They won’t let brothers serve in the same prison; they’ll put you in different places.”

Enos looked as if he were going to cry.

“You’ve got to get out of here and tonight,” Caleb said.

“How?” Eben asked. “Where would we go? What would we do for money?”

“I told you, the woman bought her way out.”

“How?”

“I set up a numbered bank account in Singapore; from there you can transfer funds to any bank in the world just by going online.”

“How much did she pay?”

“A million two hundred thousand dollars. It’s already in the account.” He handed them the sheets that Holly had printed. “Here’s all the information.”

The boys held a candle over the pages and read them. “Holy shit,” they said together.

“Here’s what you do: You take my boat and leave here at first light for Rockland. Once there, you take that airplane of yours and fly west, stopping only at small, out-of-the-way airports to refuel. It’ll take you a couple of days, but you’ll fly to El Paso or Laredo, on the Mexican border, in Texas. You’ll cross the border, each in a different city, and you’ll travel separately to the Mexico City airport. From there, you can fly to Brazil, which has no extradition treaty. You can open a bank account there and transfer enough funds from the Singapore account to support you for a year or so.”

“Then what?”

“You’ll research where else in the world you can go, then start a small business. Even a million two won’t last forever. Take the laptop with you and the cell phone, which is a throwaway. I’ll call you from phone booths every now and then to see how you’re doing and give you advice.

“The cell phone may not work in Mexico, so buy another one, same in Brazil. Don’t linger in Mexico City. Never use your credit cards. Leave them with me. I’ll dispose of them. One of you should grow a beard, and you should both dye your hair different colors. Twins your size are too easy to spot. When you travel on trains or airplanes, never sit together; take different hotel rooms. Don’t be seen together in public until you’re safely in Brazil. Your passports are in the computer case.” He took a wad of bills from his pocket. “Here’s eight thousand dollars. That will get you to Rio, then you can draw on the Singapore account.”

Eben took the money. “Where did you get this?”

“I had a couple of thousand in the safe at the house. I’ve been cashing checks and using ATMs for a week; I knew you’d need some cash.”

“So, Dad,” Eben said, “you’ve created a paper trail. When they start looking for us, they’ll look at your bank account and see all these unusual cash withdrawals.”

“I’ll handle that,” Caleb said.

“And how are you going to handle it, Dad? You can’t explain those withdrawals; you won’t have the cash to show them. You’ll be just like our friends. You’ll crack, to save yourself, and you’ll tell them where to look for us.”

“I would never tell them,” Caleb said. “You’re my sons; I would never give you up.”

“Remember that time when we ran away from boarding school? We called you, and you gave us up.”

“Come on, boys. You were kids then; you’d done something crazy.”

Eben stood up, and Enos stood with him. “We’re not kids anymore, and you’d be facing prison. I don’t think you’d spend the rest of your life in prison for us, do you, Enos?”

“No, I don’t think so,” Enos said.

Caleb started to rise, but Eben pushed him back in the chair.

“No,” Eben said. “If we’re going to burn our bridges, we’d better start now.”

Chapter 58

SETH HOTCHKISS SPOKE UP. “I know what that place is,” he said, tapping his finger on the thermal image. “It’s an old boathouse. The main house burned down, I don’t know, maybe fifteen years ago, and they never rebuilt, so it was taken off your map, Sergeant. But the boathouse is still there. There’s a little creek that runs up to it, about right here.” He tapped the map again. “But it’s overgrown, and I don’t know whether it’s navigable.”

“Would the picnic boat make it up that creek?” Stone asked. “It only draws a foot and a half.”

“It wouldn’t be the depth that’s the problem,” Seth replied. “You’d have to make your way through a lot of brush.”

“Is there a way to the boathouse by road?” Sergeant Young asked.

“There’s an old gate about here on the main road,” Seth said, pointing to a place on the map. “There was a dirt track down to the boathouse—I delivered some sails there once—but that would be overgrown, too. You could make it through there in a four-by-four, I expect.”

“My Range Rover would do it,” Rawls said. “It’s got a lot of ground clearance.”

Young looked at his watch. “I’m going to have to get search warrants for the two buildings, and I’ll have trouble getting people over here before tomorrow morning, when the ferry starts running again.”

“Can you get a search warrant this time of night?”

“I can call a judge I know and send somebody over to his house with a warrant, then he can fax it to me here. But there’s still the matter of people.”

“We’ve got enough people right here,” Stone said.

“You’re not law enforcement.”

“You’ve got one cop, two ex-cops, a couple of federal agents, and a retired army NCO,” Stone said.

Ham flashed a badge. “It says here I’m a police lieutenant in Florida, even if I am a dollar-a-year man.”

“Deputize us,” Stone said. “We’re all armed, and we know how to handle it. We ought to go in there just before dawn, by land and by sea.”

“You want to try the creek with the picnic boat?” Young asked.

“Yes; we can always get out and walk if the going gets too rough.”

Young nodded.

“Wait a minute,” Holly said. “There’s not going to be anybody in the boathouse.”

“Why not?” Young asked.

“I don’t think anybody lives there. When I was using the computer, the only other light in the room seemed to be candles, and the computer was working on battery power. The place smells disused: no cooking odors, no cleaning fluids or furniture polish recently used.”

“She’s right,” Stone said. “We ought to go into Caleb Stone’s house first. The twins have left Nantucket; they might be back home.”

“I keep telling you, it’s not the twins,” Holly said. “It’s one man.”

“Maybe it’s both,” Stone said.

Young looked doubtful. “You think it’s credible for a father to conspire with his twin sons in a string of murders?”

“Maybe not, but it’s credible for a father to protect his sons, even from the law.”

“All right, this is what we’ll do,” Young said. “Stone, you and Dino and Seth take the picnic boat up the creek to the boathouse. Seth, I don’t want you going in there. You stay in the boat.”

“All right,” Seth said.

“Ham, Lance and I will go with Ed in the Range Rover, and the four of us will take the main residence.”

“What about me?” Holly said. “I’m going.”

“Holly, are you sure you’re up to this?”

“Try and stop me.”

“All right, you go in the boat with Stone and Dino.”

“Good.”

“Now, all of you listen to me: Nobody shoots anybody unless he’s shot at first or is about to be shot at. Is that perfectly clear? If any shooting happens there’ll be a very thorough inquiry, and each of us will be held responsible for any action outside the legal use of firearms.”

Everybody nodded.

“We’ll keep in touch by cell phone. We’ll set them to vibrate, and they’ll make less noise than radios. I want everybody to have loaded weapons and two spare magazines. I’ll have an assault rifle, in case we need more firepower, and I have a shotgun in my car.”

“So do I,” Rawls said.

“What I don’t have is more than one armored vest. I’m required by regulation to wear that, and the rest of you will be going in bare chested.”

“So to speak,” Holly said.

“And I don’t want anybody to get shot, so you must all use extreme caution. We may be up against three men, and we don’t know what kind of weapons, if any, they have. We’ll make simultaneous entry to both buildings, entering front and back.”

Seth spoke up. “There’s no back entrance to the boathouse, just stairs going up from the dock underneath.”

“Good. All right, everybody check your weapons and ammo,” Young said, looking at his watch. “We have a long day up here, and it gets light early. We should be in position by three-thirty a.m. In the meantime, get some rest, and we’ll leave here at three.”

Chapter 59

STONE, DINO, HOLLY AND SETH went out to the dock and got the picnic boat ready for departure. The skies had clouded up, and darkness was complete. Seth got the engine started, and the lights from the dashboard instruments and the GPS plotter offered a little light in the cockpit.

“Look,” Seth said, pointing to the plotter screen. “The creek is on the electronic chart; that will make it a piece of cake to find, even in the dark. All we have to worry about is moored boats and rocks, and I pretty much know where those are.”

“Let’s go,” Stone said. “It’s going to start to get light soon, and I want to at least be in position off the creek before that happens.”

Seth moved the boat away from the dock, and at idle speed they began moving up the inlet, away from the harbor. They could hear nothing, except the rumble of the engine. Seth increased power a little. “We could go faster, if we use the spotlight,” he said.

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