Dark Harbor

Chapter 41

STONE SAT IN THE darkening study, waiting for Sergeant Young to call him back. Lance. He should call Lance. He dialed his cell phone number and immediately got Lance.

“I’m out of the office,” Lance’s voice said, “and it’s unlikely I’ll be able to return calls for a day or two. You can leave a message, if you like.”

“Lance, it’s Stone. Holly is missing, has been gone for several hours. This is very alarming because two women were murdered on the island yesterday. I’ve notified the state police, who are conducting a search of the whole island anyway. If you get a chance, call me and tell me if you have any ideas.” He hung up.

Stone heated up some of the beef stew Mabel had prepared, but he couldn’t eat much. He wanted a drink or some wine with dinner, but he felt he had to keep a clear head. But for what? Young hadn’t called him back, he couldn’t reach Lance, and Holly might be out there somewhere, dying. He couldn’t imagine how someone could take her, armed and prepared as she was. He called Ed Rawls.

“Ed, Holly still isn’t back, but something occurred to me.”

“Tell me.”

“Sergeant Young believes that whoever took the two women yesterday was known to them. It occurs to me that, since Holly was armed, she may have know her kil… her abductor. She’s not the sort of person to be taken easily.”

“Makes sense to me,” Rawls said. “Who’ve you got in mind?”

“I don’t know; that’s the problem. She hardly knows anybody on the island.”

“Who, exactly, does she know?”

“She knows Seth and Mabel Hotchkiss, but they’re not candidates for this. She knows Sergeant Young, and he’s not a candidate, either. And she knows…” Stone stopped.

“Who, Stone?”

“Hal Rhinehart.”

“Who?”

“The cabinetmaker north of the village.”

“Oh, yeah. I knew his old man. You think he’s a candidate?”

“He has a criminal background,” Stone said. “Dino and I busted him for a string of burglaries years ago, and he did four years or so.”

“Have you told this to Young?”

“No, he hasn’t returned my call. I can’t get hold of Lance, either.”

“Why don’t you and I pay Rhinehart a visit? I’ll pick you up in ten minutes.”

“Okay, and bring your shotgun.” He hung up.

Stone armed himself, put on a jacket and waited at the end of the driveway for Rawls, who turned up quickly in his Range Rover. He got into the car.

“Tell me about this guy,” Rawls said.

“Master burglar, very sharp mind.”

“How’d he meet Holly?”

“I took her to his workshop; she wanted to meet him for herself. We both eliminated him as a suspect after that visit. The guy has a successful business, which he inherited from his father, and he has a wife and a baby. He seemed stable and happy with his circumstances.”

“Is he strong enough to overpower Holly?”

“Yes, if he could neutralize her before she could get hold of her weapon.”

“That’s good enough for me,” Rawls said.

They had passed through the village and were headed north. “There’s the sign up ahead,” Stone said. “Drive on past, and we’ll work our way back.”

Rawls drove past the house without slowing and, when he saw a narrow road to the right, cut his lights and turned in, using his gears to slow the big vehicle so as not to use his brakes, thus turning on the brake lights. Through the trees on their right they could see both the workshop and the house. The workshop was dark, but lights burned in the house windows.

“How do you want to do this?” Rawls asked, grabbing his shotgun from the rear seat.

“First, let’s check the workshop and any outbuildings,” Stone said. “Then we’ll see what we can see through the house windows.”

“All right. Is this guy likely to have an alarm system?”

“Yes,” Stone said. “Come on.” He began walking through the trees toward the workshop, and Rawls followed.

HOLLY CAME TO SLOWLY. Her head hurt on the right side. She tried to put a hand to it, but found herself spread-eagled on a bed, her hands and feet tied. Her mouth was taped shut, and so were her eyes. There was something in each ear, too, shutting out sound.

All she could do was smell, and she concentrated on that. Mildew. Maybe saltwater. She tried rolling back and forth on the bed as far as she could, to see if she could feel the weight of her firearm. She thought it was still there. The bed made squeaking noises. Bare springs under a thin mattress. The mildew smell was coming from the mattress. Old. Disused. She thought she picked up the smell of rotting wood, too.

She tried twisting her hands and feet to shake loose at least one limb. She felt the head of an iron bedstead, rusted. She was tied to that. God, her head hurt.

STONE AND RAWLS worked their way around the workshop to the side away from the house. A breeze brought the scent of the sea, apparently not far away, through the trees. Stone could see some small source of light inside the workshop, and he crept closer for a look through a window.

Suddenly, they were bathed in bright light. “Shit, motion detectors,” Stone said. “That’ll bring him running. Let’s get out of here.”

They ran in the direction opposite the one they had come, hiding behind some bushes. They flushed a deer, which ran toward the house as the porch light of the house came on and Hal Rhinehart came out the door, a shotgun in his hand. He raised it to his shoulder for a shot at the animal, but it was gone. “It was just a deer,” he shouted to his wife.

He came toward the workshop, the shotgun at the ready, and circumnavigated it, then went back into the house and turned off the porch light.

“That was a near thing,” Rawls said.

“Yes, it was. I’m glad he didn’t have a dog with him.”

“You think the house has those lights, too?”

“Probably. I expect he has two alarm systems, one for the workshop and one for the house. You noticed that only the porch light went on when he came out?”

“Yeah, he probably hadn’t armed the system.”

“He may have by now.”

“You’ve been inside the workshop?”

“Yes, a couple of times.”

“What’s in there?”

“A big workroom with a lot of power tools, an office, a storeroom, or what appeared to be one. Probably a paint shop, too.”

“Let’s see if there are any other outbuildings,” Rawls said.

They walked through the woods, keeping the house on their left. “All I see is what appears to be a shed for tools or wood,” Stone said.

“Well, Young and his crowd would have searched the premises by now, wouldn’t they?”

“I don’t know where the hell they are,” Stone said.

He didn’t know where the hell Holly was, either.