now, so that meant it would start to come in sometime. Maybe soon.

They had reached the beach and she stared to run. Ben laughed delightedly and raced after her. She paused to stuff their things into the knapsack, put their sandals on, and kept going. At the end of the beach she stopped. Where were they going? Roger's face kept blotting out any reasonable thoughts. She sat down suddenly on the sand and pulled Benjamin onto her lap. She had to get herself together and think. Her heart was pounding.

The Millers' cottage was closer than hers, but Pix and Samantha had gone up the coast to visit Mark and Danny atcamp. Faith doubted the Fix would lock up, but sue couldn't take the chance. She looked across the beach and saw the gulls hovering over the tidal pools. A sudden image of the birds walking impersonally over Roger's body, pecking at him with their sharp beaks, made her shudder uncontrollably, and she held Benjamin tight.

There was a fisherman's house on the other side of the Point, and she'd have to try there. If they didn't have a phone, at least someone might be able to move the body.

The body. This was Roger. Roger, who less than a week ago had been at her house, smiling and joking, enjoying the wine and the food. Soft-spoken, easygoing Roger, who created beautiful things. How could this have happened?

She found the path that led across the Point to Long Cove and, half carrying, half dragging a suddenly weary Benjamin, felt the tears start down her face. What a terrible, terrible tragedy. Eric would be distraught—all of Roger's friends would be.

The fisherman's house emerged in front of her. She had been looking down, picking her way through some blackberry brambles, when she realized she was walking on lawn. Thank God! There was an elderly woman hanging up clothes in the back.

“Please, I need your help. A man has drowned and his body is back on the Point,' Faith blurted out.

The woman looked at her in amazement, and Faith realized the whole situation was like your worst nightmare. Does she believe me? Does she think I'm a lunatic? Benjamin started to howl.

“Well now.' The woman stuck the clothespin she had been holding poised over a sheet back in her apron pocket and took Ben by the hand. She put an arm around Faith's shoulders. 'You'd better come inside, deah, and sit down while I try to get someone on the CB. Freeman, that's my husband, will be home for his dinner soon anyway. Could you tell who the man was?'

“It was Roger Barnett—do you know him?' Faith was having trouble with tenses.

“One of those pottery boys, wasn't he? And so young.”

She sighed. 'This is the second one this summer. A woman thought her little girl was in trouble, went in to fetch her, and drowned herself.”

They walked in the back door into the kitchen. It was crammed with foul-weather gear, a lobster trap that was being repaired, firewood, and furniture, and all as neat as a pin. The aromas from a large coffeepot and some thick slices of ham in an iron skillet keeping warm on top of the wood stove mingled not unpleasantly with a faint smell of bait. Faith realized she'd better sit down before she fell down.

“You come over here in this rocker by the stove. I started it up today; it was so cool this morning. And here's a cookie for your little boy.”

Whoever this woman was, she was managing to do everything at once. Faith didn't see her pour the cup of coffee that was placed firmly in Faith's limp hand, and it was only when the CB began crackling back that she realized a message had already been transmitted. A man's voice gave some call numbers and asked what the problem was. It was the island's only police officer.

“Earl, it's Nan Hamilton. Roger Barnett has drowned and one of the summer people found the body over on the other side of the Point.”

Nan paused to listen and turned toward Faith in case she had missed it. 'Earl wants to know if you can tell him where it is and I never did get your name.”

Well, it hadn't exactly been a time for Miss Manners, Faith thought, and quickly made amends. 'The body is at the end of the big beach in a tidal pool, and I'm Faith Fairchild—we're friends of the Millers.”

Nan nodded and conveyed the information to Earl. 'It's Faith Fairchild, you know, that minister from Massachusetts, friends of the Millers. She says the body is at the end of the big beach, up on the ledges it sounds like. Shouldn't be hard to find, and when Freeman comes we'll go over.”

There was more crackling and she signed off.

“Well, that's all over the island now,' she said. 'Half the population will be there waiting for him.'

“Do you think the police will want me to stay here to showthem where he is or could I go home?' Faith asked, hoping she could go.

“If Earl needs you, he'll be able to find you, I'm sure, but I think you ought to sit a bit longer before you go racing off. You've had quite an experience, I'd say,' Nan answered. 'And let me cut you a piece of pie to go with that coffee.'

“You've been so kind,' Faith replied. Nan was right. She didn't feel like sprinting off just yet, and it was a long walk back.

Benjamin had finished his cooking and was busy exploring the kitchen. Faith started to get up to stop him from opening the cupboards, but Nan laughed and said she had seven grandchildren and the cupboards were turned out regularly.

“That's some of them,' she said, proudly pointing to a row of school pictures tacked to the wall. 'We've got better ones in the parlor.”

Faith knew there must be a mantel crammed with photos—the wedding poses and then the kids. Her own parents' mantel had a pair of cloisonne candlesticks and a few pieces of antique Chinese porcelain. For a fleeting moment she wanted to stand on someone's mantel hemmed in by Sears portraits. I must still be in shock, she told herself. Ming was Ming, after all.

The door opened and a large man who must be Freeman came in. He had white hair cut close to his head and a fisherman's tan—face, neck, hands, and forearms. You could see where it ended when he took off the top layer of several shirts. He had left his boots outside and padded around in a couple of pairs of heavy socks. If he was surprised to see Faith and Ben there, he didn't show it.

“Hello, Nan, what's for supper?' He grinned at Faith. 'And who's this pretty young thing sitting in my rocker?'

“Now Freeman, behave yourself. This is Mrs. Fairchild. They're renting the Thorpes' cottage. She just found poor Roger Barnett drowned over on the big beach.'

“Drowned! Why in tarnation people think they can swim here beats me. I've lived here all my life and then some and I've never been in this water on purpose. Too darned cold.'

“I couldn't agree more,' said Faith. 'But do you mean you can't swim?”

Nan answered. 'More fool he is, deah. Many of the fishermen here can't swim, and if they'd taken the trouble to learn, a lot would be here who aren't.”

Freeman was all for changing the subject. 'Roger Barnett. Well, I do call that a shame. He was a nice enough feller.' He chuckled and turned to Nan. 'Won't those Prescotts be steamed? Of course there's still the other one, and knowing Matilda, she would have left the house to him anyway.'

“Freeman, hush up now, Mrs. Fairchild doesn't want to hear about all this dirty linen.”

Mrs. Fairchild did, but evidently Freeman thought Nan was right and he veered off on another tack.

“Did I hear you were from Massachusetts? I went up there once. To Boston. They wanted eight dollars for a lobster dinner, so I come home.' He laughed and Nan joined him. 'Course lobster isn't as common as it used to be. When I was a boy, we'd get tired of it and beg my mother to make something else for a change.”

Benjamin was banging on pots, and Faith decided it was time to go. But first she asked Nan for a piece of paper and a pencil to write a note to leave at Pix's when they went past the house. Freeman had finished two enormous pieces of ham, several biscuits, a couple of helpings of mashed potatoes, beets, and applesauce, all washed down with coffee that his wife kept steadily pouring into his cup. Then he allowed as he'd go over to see if he could help. He'd have his pie later. Nan said she'd go with him, so the four of them set off across the Point.

As they left the porch, Freeman placed Benjamin on his shoulders. Benjamin laughed and all of them smiled up at the little boy, brown from the sun, his blond curls bobbing in the breeze. It should have been a nice day.

They parted where the path forked toward the beach one way and back to the Millers' the other, Faith offered

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