The Chesapeake Diaries Series (77 page)

“I shouldn’t have let you take him,” he shouted at Dallas. “I should have fought for custody. You—”

“You traded him for a beach house in Malibu, a cabin at Lake Tahoe, and a fake Italian palazzo in the Hollywood Hills.”

“Agent Turner, please have this man removed from my house,” Berry said calmly. “He isn’t welcome here.”

“You crazy old bat, you’re just as much to blame as she is,” he continued to rant.

Grant stood. “That’s enough. You have ten seconds to turn around and start for the door.”

“Or what?” Emilio smirked. “Oh, wait. You’re the boyfriend.” He looked around Grant to address Dallas. “Too busy with the boyfriend to keep an eye on your son?”

“Eight, nine …” Grant counted.

“Sir, if I could ask you to step outside?” Agent Turner came into the room and took Emilio by the arm.

“And who are you?” Emilio shook him off.

“Special Agent Turner, FBI.” Turner held up his ID.

Emilio nodded. “Good. The FBI has been called in. At least you did one thing right, Dallas.”

“Sir, if you’d come this way?” Turner looked as if he’d heard enough.

“I want you to know I’m going for custody when
this is over. When they find him.” As he went to the door, he said, over his shoulder, “If they find him.”

Turner’s hand was on Emilio’s arm, steering him toward the door.

“I’m going to kill that man,” Berry announced loud enough to be heard in the entry.

“Did you hear that, Agent Turner? The old lady just threatened me!” Emilio yelled as the agent closed the door behind them.

“Dallas, I used to think that man was obnoxious,” Berry told her. “Now I believe he’s the very spawn of the devil himself.”

“He’s upset about Cody,” Dallas said wearily.

“We’re all upset about Cody,” Berry snapped. “He’s going to play this for all it’s worth, you wait and see. He’ll be setting up for a press conference before the day is over.”

Emilio’s press conference took place approximately thirty minutes later, at the top of Berry’s driveway, early enough to make the morning news back in L.A.

“Press whore.” Berry sniffed. “Who wants coffee?”

She slowly made her way into the kitchen.

“I can’t stand sitting here any longer,” Dallas told Grant. “I want to go out and look for my son.”

“You can’t leave, Dallas. You have to stay in case someone calls.”

Dallas’s eyes followed Berry. She turned to Grant and said, “I’ve never seen Berry look … well, old, but she’s added twenty years since last night. Cody means more to her than …” She bit her lip to keep from crying again.

Grant took her hands and held them. “Come on. Let’s get some coffee.”

They were seated at the kitchen table when Agent Turner came in.

“I’ve advised your ex-husband to remain off the premises,” he told Dallas. “I’ve instructed Agent Hawkins to physically remove him if he returns.”

“Where are you going?” she asked.

“They’ve found a boy’s bike in the marsh across from the Madison farm. I’m going up to take a look.”

“Neither Cody nor Logan had their bikes yesterday,” Dallas told him.

“Mrs. Bowers has identified the bike as belonging to her son. We need to check it out.”

Dallas nodded. After he left, Dallas got up and began to pace.

“Why would Logan’s bike be in the marsh?” she muttered. “Though I suppose there’s a chance that they walked to the farm yesterday, then for some reason got Logan’s bike … but that doesn’t make any sense to me.”

“I think it’s more likely that Logan left the bike there before yesterday, and they’re just realizing it now. With all that rain last night, they probably couldn’t have searched the marsh very well,” Grant pointed out.

“That seems logical, Grant,” Berry said wearily.

“Berry, why don’t you go upstairs and lie down,” Dallas suggested. “You look so tired.”

“I’m fine, dear. I couldn’t sleep anyway. Not until we know something.” Berry gazed out the window.

Everyone fell silent again.

Paige came into the kitchen a few minutes later with several books in her hands. She sat at the table and began to page through them sadly.

“What do you have there, Paige?” her father asked.

She held up one of the books. “I brought these for Cody the other night when I babysat for him. He loved these stories. I read them over and over and we talked about them.” She tried to smile. “He said he wished he could have an adventure like Max or Pippi did.”

Grant stared at his daughter, then looked out the window. After a long moment, he turned to Dallas.

“Dallas, did you say something the other day about Cody getting a boat?”

She nodded. “A rowboat. Berry wanted to have Wade’s old one refurbished for him, but there was too much dry rot, so she bought him a new one. It’s his pride and joy.”

“Where is it?” he asked.

“It’s tied up at the dock.” She pointed out the window. “See there, the rope on the last piling?”

He got up and went outside. From the kitchen window, Dallas saw him lean over the side of the dock, then stand and take his phone from his pocket and make a call. When he finished it, he held the phone in his hand, slapping his palm with it as if impatient. Moments later, the phone was at his ear again. He turned and made his way back to the house.

“What’s up?” Dallas asked when he came into the kitchen.

“Cody’s boat isn’t out there,” he told her.

“But the rope—”

“Whoever untied it, did so from the wrong end.”

“You mean from the boat instead of the dock?”

He nodded. “I think Cody and Logan took the boat and went off in search of an adventure yesterday.”

Her face drained of what little color it had left. “But if they were out there during the storm …” She couldn’t bring herself to finish the thought.

“I called Beck to pass the idea by him, and he tried to call Agent Turner. But if he’s still in the marsh, he’s in a dead zone, because the calls failed.” Grant knelt down in front of Dallas. “Beck is borrowing Hal’s boat, and we’re going to go see … if there’s anything to be seen. If they had the boat out and the storm came up, they could have gotten caught in the current and they could be up around the bend somewhere.”

“Or they could have capsized or they could have lost their oars, or the boat could have been swamped …” Dallas began to shake again. Up until this moment, “lost” had not been narrowed to any specific danger. Now the possibility that the boys had gone into the Bay in a storm made her light-headed, and for a moment, she thought she might pass out. If they’d gone into the Bay during the storm, they might well have drowned.

“Oh, dear God …” She stood on weak legs. “I’m going with you.”

Grant took her by both arms. “You can’t go with us. There’s a chance we’re wrong, and there still might be a phone call. Agent Turner said if there was going to be a ransom call, it most likely would come
today.” He eased her back into the chair. “You stay here with Berry.”

“I could go …” Paige began, her eyes beginning to fill, her bottom lip quivering. “If Cody went to have an adventure because I brought him these books, it’s my fault. I read the books to him. I made him think—”

Dallas reached out to her. “It’s not your fault.”

“But I told him how fun it would be to be like Max and sail off to an island …” Paige began to wail.

“Island,” Grant repeated almost imperceptively.

They heard the sound of a boat’s engine drawing near.

Grant looked out the window. Hal’s boat, the
Shady Lady
, was idling near the end of the dock.

“Hal and Beck are here. We’ll be back.” He kissed her mouth. “Say a prayer.”

He unlocked the back door. “All of you, say a prayer …”

The Bay was choppy and the waves higher than normal, but the
Shady Lady
cut through them with ease, though they weren’t able to pick up too much speed because visibility wasn’t the best.

“Stay as close to the shoreline as you can without scraping bottom,” Grant told Hal, “so Beck and I can keep an eye on the beach.”

“He had one of those lightweight little rowboats, you say?” Hal had one hand on the steering wheel and the other wrapped around a travel mug of coffee. “Beck, toss Grant one of those parkas with the hood
on it. He’s going to be soaked to the skin before we make it to the mouth of the river.”

Beck disappeared into the cabin and moments later returned with a yellow parka, which he tossed in Grant’s direction.

“Thanks.” Grant pulled the parka over his head and pulled up the hood.

“You know, it’s entirely possible that the wind tore the rope from the boat back there at the dock,” Beck tried to shout over the wind. “He and Logan may not have taken it out.”

“I guess that could have happened, but my gut is telling me they went off in search of an adventure. They wouldn’t have thought about the weather. They’re six years old, both of them.” Grant paused for a moment to think. “Hal, head over toward Goat Island.”

“Goat Island?” Hal frowned. “You think they could have gone that far?”

“Cody was real curious about it when I mentioned it the other day.”

“If they set out for Goat Island yesterday, the boaters would have seen them,” Beck pointed out. “The boats all had to do a pass around it. They’d have been sure to notice a couple of six-year-olds in a rowboat in their path.”

“The speedboats went around Goat, but the sailboats went off in the opposite direction when the speedboats were finished. They watched the speedboat races with Clay. It wasn’t until the sailboat races began that Brooke took them up to Charles Street.”

“I guess it’s possible, but how could two kids that
small row a boat into the Bay?” Beck still wasn’t convinced.

“Dallas said the oars are super light, and that Cody was actually pretty good with them. I don’t know about Logan,” Grant said.

“I called Clay right before we picked you up to let him know what we were doing,” Beck told him. “I wanted him to be prepared in case … well, in case the boys did what you think they might have done. Anyway, he mentioned that Logan knows how to row. Clay took him out a couple of times on the river in a dinghy.”

The
Shady Lady
rode through the wake of a passing cabin cruiser and headed off to the right. In the distance they could see the outline of the trees on Goat Island. The spray blew in their eyes and they hunched inside their parkas and prayed for the wind to die down.

As they neared the island, Grant called to Hal, “Is there a light on the front of this boat?”

Hal nodded.

Grant pointed to the left. “There’s something there, near the beach, but I can’t tell what it is. Can’t even tell if it’s on the beach or in the … yes, that’s it, there.” He raised a hand to try to keep the spray out of his eyes. “I think it could be the boat. That could be them.”

Beck joined him at the rail.

“I don’t know. I just see a shape,” he told Grant.

“Hal, do you have a dinghy?” Grant asked.

Hal nodded. “Back of the boat.”

Grant turned and saw the dinghy tied to the back.

“Oars?”

“Under the seat there on the left.” Hal pointed. “But you’re not thinking to …”

Grant found the oars.

“Grant, this is nuts,” Beck told him. “At least wait until the wind dies down before you go out there.”

“If the kids are there, we need to know.” He began to untie the dinghy.

“I’ll go with you. If you’re stupid enough to do this, at least don’t be stupid enough to go alone.” Beck began to follow him, but Grant was already in the dinghy and had shoved off.

“The dinghy’s not big enough for two men and two boys,” he called back over his shoulder.

“You’ve lost your mind,” Beck shouted. “Look, it’s going to be bad enough if I have to go back there and tell Dallas we couldn’t find Cody, but if I have to tell her we lost you, too …”

“You won’t. Hey, champion swimmer, remember?” Grant began to row the dinghy through the choppy sea. They were only twenty-five feet from the shoreline, but in the storm, it seemed like ten times that much; still he made it to the shore. Dragging the dinghy with him lest it blow away, he put his head down and made for the rowboat that was farther down the beach since he’d been blown so far off course.

As he drew nearer, he realized the boat was overturned, which meant one of two things. Either it had flipped over in the storm and the boys had been washed away, or …

He lifted the end of the boat. There, huddled together against the cold, were two very frightened little boys.

“Dr. Wyler!” Their faces lit with surprise. “You found us!”

Chapter 22

Dallas stood in the midst of the crowd gathered on the dock in anticipation of the
Shady Lady
’s arrival. She could barely stand still.

“You’re fidgeting unmercifully,” Berry had noted. “Stop it before I shove you into the river.”

“I can’t help it. I’m so anxious to see Cody,” Dallas had replied.

“Patience, dear. And please note that Brooke is every bit as anxious to see her son, and she’s standing perfectly still.”

“Brooke hasn’t come out of her catatonic state yet, Miz Eberle,” Brooke told them. “She isn’t moving because she’s frozen to the spot.”

Berry rolled her eyes at both of them.

“This is a joyous time, girls. The boys have been found, they’re fine, they’re on their way home,” Berry reminded them.

“We know that. We just need to see them to make sure.” Dallas raised a hand to her eyes and scanned the horizon. “There’s a boat coming toward the mouth of the river. See? Is that Hal’s boat? I don’t know what it looks like.”

“Hal has a—oh my God, that
is
him!” Brooke cried. “Oh, and there’s Grant on the deck. Or is that Beck?”

“It’s Grant,” Dallas said breathlessly. “It’s Grant.”

Was there ever a sight as wonderful as that of Grant, standing on the bow of the boat, between two small figures, both of whom were jumping up and down as the boat neared the dock? Was there ever a man braver, more fearless, more selfless … more beautiful, than Grant Wyler? Too choked up to speak, Dallas moved to the end of the pier as the boat pulled up alongside.