“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
