massaging it to get the circulation back.
'Thank you, thank you, thank you,' Pam said, saying the words over and over, barely understandable through the sobs. She was hoarse from the gag that had absorbed all the moisture in her mouth.
I was able to slice through the bindings around her ankles more quickly, but her limbs were so numb she didn't seem to feel the moment of release.
'We're going to sit you up,' I said. 'Mike's going to turn his head for a minute while I put his jacket on you, okay?'
Explain everything you're doing to the victim. Give her back the feeling that she can help control her situation, take part in decisions that are being made.
Mike stood up while I took his nylon windbreaker, helping Pam guide each of her arms into a sleeve. I moved in front of her and zipped the jacket up.
'We're going to try to get you to your feet,' I said.
Mike leaned down and put his hands under the arms of the petite young woman. He tried to raise her slowly, and it was obvious she was struggling to control her tears. 'I can't,' Pam said. 'Can't. Can't.'
'You don't have to do a thing,' Mike said. 'I'm going to carry you upstairs. I'm going to put you over my shoulder, Pam. You've seen firemen do it, right? You just hang on to-'
'I can't,' she said again, looking at her hands.
'I'll be behind you. Let Mike do all the work,' I said, reassuring her.
Mike lifted Pam off the ground, out of the water, and, as gently as he could, hoisted her over his shoulder.
I pointed the flashlight at the bottom of the tall staircase, and as Mike started to walk, I took hold of one of Pam's hands that was dangling behind his back. Holding the jacket in place over Pam's lower body, Mike marched us up to the landing and around again to the door that led back into the house.
He carried the dazed young woman into the room I figured must have been the commanding officer's suite-the largest one we had come through earlier-and lowered her onto an old upholstered divan along the wall.
I went to the window and yanked at a panel of the heavy gold curtain that sagged from its rod.
'What the hell are you doing?' Mike asked.
'It worked for Scarlett O'Hara.'
'What did?'
'Making a dress out of her mother's moss green velvet po'teers, Mike. Her old drapes.'
I dragged a chair close to the window, climbed up, and took the wooden rod down. The two panels fell to the floor.
I swept them up and took them back to Pam. 'They're just dusty. But I'd like to cover you with them till we get some dry clothes.'
'And I'm going to get some water for you,' Mike said. 'How long since you've had a drink?'
She lifted her hand and held it to her throat, as if that would make the words come out more easily. 'Not sure. What day is it?'
'It's Tuesday, Pam,' I said.
'Yesterday,' she said, as Mike walked to the front door of the house. He went outside and, when he returned, he was carrying the canteen he had thrown to break the window. Pam's eyes locked on it and she started to quiver again.
'Rainwater,' Mike said. 'I've filled it with rainwater. You've got to drink slowly, though.'
'It's his,' she said, recoiling from the canteen. 'No.'
Mike got to his knees again, in front of her. 'There's no fresh water on this island, Pam. This is all we can give you. You need to sip at it. C'mon.'
She shook her head violently from side to side.
Mike poured some of the water onto his handkerchief and dabbed at the girl's lips. 'This will feel good, Pam. You're dehydrated. You need water.'
She breathed in deeply and reacted instinctively to the moisture, putting her tongue out to taste it, then swallowing hard.
'I've wiped the canteen, Pam. Don't be afraid to use it.'
I took it from Mike. 'I'm going to hold your neck. I'd like you to lean your head back and take a drink.'
'It's his,' she repeated. 'Don't want it.'
'Whose is it?' Mike asked. 'Tell me who brought you here.'
'Wilson,' Pam said, dropping her head forward as she dissolved in tears again. 'He told me his name is Wilson.
FIFTY-TWO
Where the hell is Mercer?' Mike said, walking to the front door of the Governor's House. 'Where did Leamer tell him we were?'
'What if he looked for us while we were in the basement? Figured he was mistaken about the building?'
'I'd have heard him.'
'Over the thunder?'
Mike was walking back and forth impatiently. I could tell that he wanted to move out of this macabre setting and resume the search for our killer.
Pam had described her captor perfectly. It was Troy Rasheed, using the name he had taken, along with his father's life. She had not seen the tattoos on his arms and body until he had tied her up and removed his lightweight rain jacket. But in the hours that he spent torturing her, she had memorized most of the initials-the prison art-that constituted his personal rap sheet
The storm's passing, Coop. I want to go to the office and get that chopper airborne. Get Pam to a hospital.'
We both knew we couldn't take her out of the building yet. I rubbed her ankles as I talked to her, but I didn't know when she would be able to stand, much less walk.
'I was stupid,' Pam said. 'I was stupid to believe him.'
'You're alive,' I said, working her lower legs with my hands. 'You did something right. This isn't your fault.'
'He was friendly to me,' she said. 'Not just Sunday, but the other times he'd been at Fort Tilden during the month.'
'You don't have to go through it now. Don't upset yourself.'
Mike walked over and sat on the arm of the sofa. Pam wanted to talk now. He gave her more water, and in a hoarse voice she went on.
'I came with him because I'd never been here. I know all about this island but I'd never seen how beautiful it is.'
'I understand,' I said.
'I mean, it wasn't because I was attracted to him, really. He was kind and all that, but it wasn't about him.' She was looking at me for a sign that I believed her.
Nelly Kallin was right. Troy Rasheed had learned how to catch his flies with honey this time around.
'You're going to tell Alex everything that happened, Pam,' Mike said to her. 'There'll be lots of time for that when we get you taken care of, but it's more important that we start at the end of the story. I want you to tell me when Wilson left you, what he said to you, where you think he went from here.'
Mike had all the facts he needed from Pam for his purposes. He knew she'd been picked up by Rasheed, accompanied him voluntarily-as the other three woman may have done-and then been betrayed and assaulted. There was nothing more to know at the moment except how to find him and stop him.
'I don't know when he left me,' she said. 'I have no sense of what time it is. I-I guess it was last night-no, maybe in the afternoon. It's been dark for two days-no light in that-that prison.'
'How did you come to the island?' I asked.
