'This is dispatch,' said the female voice.
'I know,' Frick said wearily.
The dispatcher explained the anonymous call from Sanker Foundation.
'Damn it to hell,' Frick muttered as he hung up.
Khan ended his call with the newly deputized men just getting into the second boat.
'They're getting the engines started and trying to get away from the dock.'
'Now I've got to stop the ferry,' Frick said. 'You've got to interview the security people in this building and anyone else in the building. Someone called from here. I'll explain in a minute.'
'We're being played like fish,' Khan said.
'Yeah, well, he's got Moby Dick on the line. We've got forty men and it's a small island.'
Frick got on the phone and called the deputy sheriff who had been at the ferry lineup when they loaded the ferry. In sixty seconds the deputy had him livid. After a brief bit of cursing, Frick got off the phone and turned to Khan.
'The moron checked every trunk on every car and every truck except the trunk of the Corvette on the tow truck. Says that is because he just never thought a tow truck driver would allow someone in the trunk of a towed vehicle. Why in the hell does he think Robert Chase is gonna ask permission?'
'It's not likely he's on the ferry.'
'I can't take a chance,' Frick said. 'We need those papers. And call the men after Sarah James. I need her more than ever.'
Four hundred years. Four hundred years! It was so fantastic he couldn't get it out of his head.
'Go see how they're doing on the list of scientists,' Frick said. 'Let's start calling them and asking them if they've seen Ben. You never know what an egghead will say.'
Although Ben had been blindfolded again, he could tell that he was in another dark room and it had a familiar musty smell. His mind flooded with thoughts of Sarah: the way she smelled; the look of her in clingy silk dresses, her leaf green eyes watching him.
Leaning against a tree, playing with children, dancing in an empty ballroom when only he was there to spy. Now that they both faced death, he knew he'd made a big mistake in not asking her to be his wife. It was something he would remedy if he ever got out of this mess.
He tried to focus on his environment. The complete silence made him think he couldn't be in a home or otherwise occupied building. Heating in the winter and refrigeration, among other things, would be audible in the quiet. He was pretty certain the floor was concrete. Was it a cellar? A warehouse? A garage?
He strained to listen for voices or road noise but heard nothing. This time his captors had been much more cautious about escape. He wore manacles fastened to something that seemed to be a table or a heavy desk. The chair was hard and felt cool like metal.
The temperature was probably below sixty, but Ben still wore his windbreaker, so he was okay. They had fastened him to a stretcher when they transported him, but he was sure he had been lowered a considerable vertical distance, also puzzling. Suddenly he heard a creak, then someone walking on concrete. They stopped and again there was silence.
'Who is it?' he asked.
'Your worst nightmare,' came the answer.
Sam went back to the doorway of the lab from which he had come and glanced up and down the hall. The place was quiet. The concrete floors, although not the quietest walking surface, were the most practical and aesthetically pleasing in a building honeycombed, in a work environment with large tanks and flowing salt water. He waited and after a moment heard the security people returning from the dock, their voices and radios chattering away.
'Did you see that? Stole the boat right from under Flick's nose.'
'Our noses too. Don't forget that. There'll be hell to pay.'
Their radios crackled. 'Garrity? Khan.'
'Yes, sir. Right here on the first floor.'
'Keep your eyes open inside your building. We don't know what's going on right now.'
'Yes, sir, we're watching.'
They clicked off the radio.
'Why the hell would somebody steal a boat and then break in here? He's nuts,' the man called Garrity said.
'It was Frick's boat,' said the other. 'It's like a dog who pisses on your tree.'
'Everybody is trying to figure out what Ben Anderson was up to,' Garrity said. 'And I know, but do you think they'd ask me?'
'What was he doing?' the other guard asked.
'He was up to something really good,' said Garrity. 'I guess I better look around down here.'
The two others evidently walked away up the stairs. Sam looked around and saw no obvious hiding place. Opening cupboards would prove noisy. The best he could do was move behind the door and cram himself next to a bookcase. He waited. Garrity was moving down the hall and by the sound of it went in the lab next door. There were occasional sounds as though the man was actually checking closets and the like. Moving as fast as his stiff- legged gait would allow, Sam went to the edge of the door to the small lab and flattened himself against the wall. The night had taken a toll on his bad leg, and he was stiffening badly in the knee. Worse yet, he felt stiffening in the spine where he'd had surgery. In the back of his mind he began wondering about the return of paralysis.
Hearing something that sounded like the opening and closing of cabinets, Sam stepped past the doorway, and went as fast as he could down the main hall. Halfway he ducked in a lab, amazed at his luck. Any second Garrity might exit the one lab and move on to the next.
'Hey, Garrity,' a voice said. 'You seen any big, dark-haired-lookin' guys down here?'
Another guard had come back downstairs. His manner sounded easy and relaxed.
'Frick's all in an uproar and has us checking the building. The guys he's hunting just stole his boat and told him so and he's so paranoid he's got private dicks crawling all over this place. Our new fearless leader, you know…'
'Khan,' Garrity said.
Second mention of Khan. Sam made it a point to remember the name.
'Yeah, he's more even-keeled.'
'Don't kid yourself, that's one mean dude,' Garrity said. 'Damn, I'm probably just jumpy, but out of the corner of my eye when I was on the dock, I thought I saw the door closing and somebody going through it.'
Sam knew he was in trouble. They might be dumb and slow, but they would start searching the place.
'Well, hell, why didn't you say so? We're down here by ourselves.'
The new guy got on the radio. 'Jack, Garrity thinks he might have seen something.'
'But I'm not sure,' Garrity said in the background.
'Garrity's scared to say anything because if he's wrong and we bring people over here from the main office, then Frick will have one of his fits.'
'Yeah, I know,' the fellow on the radio said. Sam gathered it was Jack. 'Well, let's get started, but let's stick together.'
'Then you better pull your gun out, man,' the other guard ribbed Garrity.
They were spooking each other and that was both good and bad.
Sam had no gun and he was about to be cornered. He would have to move very fast.
Sam found a seat and removed the cushion.
He went to a double-pane slider window, opened it, and breathed a sigh of relief when no alarm sounded. The trouble was they could be silent alarms. He climbed out to the steep rocks next to the building. Hobbling on the uneven ground, he made his way down the building, carrying his bag and his cushion.
There was more activity at the main building. The Sanker main building was connected to the Oaks extension by a breezeway and he was now headed to the end of Oaks-the end opposite the balcony where Ben had escaped. All the lights were blazing in the main building-probably where Frick was working when he wasn't at the sheriff's office.
The workshop Gibbons had mentioned was supposedly at the very end of the Oaks Building by the breezeway
