“They got a cell phone number I can send the call to?”
“Yeah.” The boy made a little face to show he was trying to remember, then he spat out a number. “Try them on that.”
“Got it,” Jake said, scribbling the number in his notebook. “Thanks, guys.” He turned and walked back up the dock.
THE TWO BOYS WAITED until he was twenty feet away before they burst out laughing. One of them took a cell phone from his pocket and tapped in a number.
“Hello?”
“Which one is this?”
“Enos.”
“A cop was just at the boat,” he said. “Like you predicted. Funny guy; he actually said, ”Ahoy.“”
“Are you sure he was a cop? Was he in uniform?”
“He was wearing a white undershirt and khakis, and shiny black shoes and a web belt with a shiny brass buckle, and he had a white sidewall haircut, and there was a big bulge on his belt. Who else would he be?”
“What did he say?”
“He wanted you and Eben, and I told him you went ashore for beer. He said you had a call at the dockmaster’s office, and I gave him your cell number.”
“Okay.”
“Everything all right?”
“Yeah, we had a great night with the girls, even if they are underage. Thanks for covering for us; we don’t want to deal with their old man.”
“Do it once for me.”
“You bet.”
BACK AT THE DOCKMASTER’S office, Jake got into his shirt and cap before calling Sergeant Young.
“This is Young.”
“Hey, Jake Potter, in Nantucket.”
“Yes, Jake. What did you find out?”
“I went down to the boat; your boys are here,” Potter replied. “I got their cell phone number for you.” He read it out.
“Yeah, I’ve already got that.”
“You can reach them on that number,” Jake said. “Good luck on your case, and don’t forget who helped you.”
“Thanks, Jake.” Young hung up.
Jake strolled back to his car, got in and began driving slowly up the street, looking for a pair of identical giants carrying beer. He was going to keep an eye on these two, and if they did anything funny, he was going to be all over them.
Sergeant Tom Young put his cell phone back into his shirt pocket. “That was the cop from Nantucket,” he said to Stone.
“They checked out the yacht?”
“Yes. The twins were aboard.”
“So much for that theory,” Stone said.
Chapter 52
STONE WENT INTO Dick’s little office, where Lance was working on the computer. “The Nantucket police have verified that the Stone twins are there, on the yacht.”
Lance sighed. “I had hopes for that theory,” he said. He span around in his chair. “Stone, I don’t want to talk about this in front of Ham, but I think you know that the chances of finding Holly alive are down to slim and none.”
“I can’t think about that, Lance; I just have to keep trying to figure this thing out.”
“I know you feel responsible, but you’re not,” Lance said. “You told her to go armed.”
“She did; her gun is not upstairs, and neither is the holster.”
“Then she was incapacitated at the outset, but that’s not your fault, either.”
“I wish I could feel that way about it.”
Dino called out from the study, “Hey, Stone, you and Lance come in here a minute, will you?”
Stone and Lance walked into the study to find Dino and Sergeant Young hunched over the coffee table, looking at Lance’s thermal images and the sergeant’s map of the island. “What’s up?” Stone asked.
Dino tapped the thermal image with his forefinger. “I’m just looking at this house,” he said.
“What about it?”
“This is the image from last night. It shows four people, presumably asleep, in the house, at around three-thirty a.m., two people in each of two bedrooms.”
“So?”
“So, according to Tom’s map, it’s Caleb Stone’s house.”
“And there were four people present last night?”
“Look for yourself. My question is, if the twins are in Nantucket, who are the other two people besides Caleb and his wife?”
“I don’t know. Guests maybe?”
“The twins can’t be in two places at once, Dino,” Lance said, “and we have a sighting of them by a police officer on the yacht less than an hour ago.”
“Tom,” Dino said, “do you personally know this Nantucket cop?”
“Never met him,” Young said. “I just phoned his office this morning, and they put me in touch with him.”
“How did he strike you on the phone-sharp?”
“Not really. He kept getting things mixed up: the twins’ names, the name of the yacht.”
“So, maybe he’s mixed up about the twins being on the yacht.”
Young produced his cell phone and called Potter’s number.
“Yeah?”
“Lieutenant, it’s Tom Young from the Maine State Police again.”
“Yeah?”
“When you went down to the boat this morning, did you actually see the twins?”
“Ah, no, but the two guys on board said they had just gone for beer. I’m looking for them now.”
“So, you didn’t sight the twins?”
“Not yet.”
“Thanks, Lieutenant.”
“You think the two guys lied to me?”
“It’s a strong possibility. If you find them, please call me immediately. Goodbye.” Young hung up. “He didn’t see them.”
“I’d like to visit Caleb’s house,” Stone said.
“Me, too,” Young replied.
Ham stood up. “I’m coming, too.”
“I’d rather you didn’t, Mr. Barker,” Young said. “You just stay here, and let me do my job. You, too, Stone.”
“As you wish, Sergeant,” Stone replied.
“I’ll call you after I’ve talked to Caleb-and his sons, if they’re there.”
“Be careful,” Stone said.
Young left the house.
