Ben realized why they had left him alone. They had been watching on video, noting the slight movements of his jaw and tongue as he played with the capsule. Now even that choice had been taken from him.
Sam kept a Kevlar vest in the Corvette and after a brief argument, convinced Haley to put it on. She thought he should wear it because, so far, he'd taken most of the physical risks. They climbed in the Corvette, ready to visit Lattimer Gibbons.
First, though, Sam intended to stop at Rachael's house.
'She'll freak,' Haley said. 'I thought the next stop was Lattimer Gibbons's.'
'It is, but we have to remember that we're on a small island that Frick pretty much controls at the moment. We could use a convincing messenger to get to the state attorney general and the state police. Remember the FBI memo?'
'Okay. But what's Rachael going to do?'
'We need someone to go to a main state police office, like in Seattle. That's where Rachael can help. There is nothing like someone in the flesh pleading for justice.
Rachael's family is connected. The rich always know people.'
'I can hardly wait to hear this,' said Haley.
'You're about to,' he said.
'Maybe you should call first. You know how she is. She doesn't always wear clothes,'
Haley said.
'No time.'
It was 4:50 p.m. and Ben had been missing for over six hours.
Rachael answered her door in a somewhat sheer bathrobe, seemingly unself-conscious about her obvious nudity beneath.
Rachael was blond, beautiful, and fit. Her even teeth and Nordic face, with the astonishingly blue-green eyes, would normally leave an impression. Sam made it a point not to notice the slim threads or the natural beauty. For all the effect it had on his demeanor, she could have been a seventy-year-old farmer in overalls.
Naturally she didn't recognize Sam in the makeup, but she squinted at Haley and figured it out. Then she gestured for them to enter.
'Come in quick,' she said, looking over their shoulders. 'The news says you're wanted for the murder of a police officer and that you're armed and dangerous. They say you killed a lab tech-slit his throat. They say — Ben's missing too, in case you don't know.'
'We know,' Haley said. 'We know.'
'We also have some huge favors to ask of you,' Sam said.
'Will I be an accessory to murder?'
'Eventually no. Initially maybe,' Sam said. 'You will be risking your life to do the right thing. But you'll be running to the police, not away from them-'
'Please believe me,' Haley cut in. 'A deputy named Frick is framing us. He's working for the Sanker Corporation, which is trying to steal Ben's work the way they stole mine.'
Rachael looked from one to the other as the gravity of their request sank in.
Haley explained in short hand what they knew and suspected about Frick. She told Rachael about their fears for Ben and about the shooting of the second officer.
'That was the undersheriff,' Rachael said. 'They'll think you tried to murder him as well, won't they?'
'You mean he's not dead?' Haley asked.
Rachael explained that the news said that he had been taken by medivac helicopter to the Harborview trauma center on the mainland and was expected to recover.
'To answer your question, yes, that's Frick's plan,' said Sam. 'He's using my gun and covering his tracks.'
Rachael nodded, still uncertain.
'This won't get sorted out quickly,' he said.
Rachael put on a brave smile. 'I suppose I always wanted to be a hero. What can I do?'
Sam explained his plan to use her as a messenger.
'This may help you.' Sam held out the fax from Ernie. 'It's an internal memo of the FBI. Parts of it have been excised, but you can see for yourself, they are suspicious that Mr. Frick has done bad things. When you get to the mainland, drive all the way to Seattle or Olympia. Find the highest-level state police officer you can find. Ask him to talk with someone from the attorney general's office. Show him this paper.' Sam went on to explain what she should say and how to get Ernie on the phone. 'But remember that Ernie could be bureaucratically castrated for this. There's only so much he can do.'
'I got it. He's a bureaucrat.'
'With big cojones, big heart, good brain, but yeah he's still a G-man.'
'Okay, I'll try.'
'I need some tools,' Sam said. 'And I need a dress for Haley, and a stocking cap.'
'That's easy.'
It took only a couple minutes to get the things together and put them in a large duffel bag that Sam put in the trunk of the car.
'I'm recalling that you have relatives on Orcas,' Sam said to Rachael. 'If we got you there, could you make it to Anacortes from there without the ferry?'
'Tonight?'
Sam nodded.
'Yeah. I believe I could. My uncle has a boat at a private dock.'
'Where?'
'Near Poll Pass.'
Sam thought for a minute.
'Is it a fast boat?'
'Yeah, the Inevitable. A custom express cruiser. But why not the ferry?'
'They may try to stop the ferry. You wait for our call. We'll figure how to get you to Orcas. It'll probably be an experience you won't forget.'
'This will help you?' Rachael asked.
'Trust me,' Haley said. 'It's to save Ben's life. And ours.'
CHAPTER 13
Sam drove the Vette down Cattle Point, hoping to get to Argyle without a roadblock on Mullis, one of four main thoroughfares into town.
'Are we gonna walk?' she asked.
'No. We're gonna make like baby kangaroos.' They stopped next to a dilapidated barbed-wire fence in a second-growth forest. Sam called and talked Don, the tow truck mechanic, into coming over to Cattle Point to pick up the Vette. Don arrived in only six minutes. He looked like a fullback but acted about as cheerful and friendly as anyone Sam could recall, a lot like a big black Lab puppy.
It was tough to get Don started hooking up and towing because he was dying to look under the hood. Sam promised Don could play with it when he got them back to the service station in Friday Harbor.
They joined Don in the cab of his tow truck, and when they turned onto Mullis, just as Sam feared, they found a police cruiser waiting.
Don pulled up slowly and saluted.
'How goes it, Deke? What the hell you doin'?'
'Don't you watch the news?'
'Not if there's football, I don't. What do you think, I'm metrosexual?'
'Who are your friends here?' the officer asked.
'This is Mr. and Mrs. Raimes.'
