“Then she was incapacitated at the outset, but that’s not your fault, either.”
“I wish I could feel that way about it.”
Dino called out from the study, “Hey, Stone, you and Lance come in here a minute, will you?”
Stone and Lance walked into the study to find Dino and Sergeant Young hunched over the coffee table, looking at Lance’s thermal images and the sergeant’s map of the island. “What’s up?” Stone asked.
Dino tapped the thermal image with his forefinger. “I’m just looking at this house,” he said.
“What about it?”
“This is the image from last night. It shows four people, presumably asleep, in the house, at around three-thirty a.m., two people in each of two bedrooms.”
“So?”
“So, according to Tom’s map, it’s Caleb Stone’s house.”
“And there were four people present last night?”
“Look for yourself. My question is, if the twins are in Nantucket, who are the other two people besides Caleb and his wife?”
“I don’t know. Guests maybe?”
“The twins can’t be in two places at once, Dino,” Lance said, “and we have a sighting of them by a police officer on the yacht less than an hour ago.”
“Tom,” Dino said, “do you personally know this Nantucket cop?”
“Never met him,” Young said. “I just phoned his office this morning, and they put me in touch with him.?
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“How did he strike you on the phone—sharp?”
“Not really. He kept getting things mixed up: the twins’ names, the name of the yacht.”
“So, maybe he’s mixed up about the twins being on the yacht.”
Young produced his cell phone and called Potter’s number.
“Yeah?”
“Lieutenant, it’s Tom Young from the Maine State Police again.”
“Yeah?”
“When you went down to the boat this morning, did you actually see the twins?”
“Ah, no, but the two guys on board said they had just gone for beer. I’m looking for them now.”
“So, you didn’t sight the twins?”
“Not yet.”
“Thanks, Lieutenant.”
“You think the two guys lied to me?”
“It’s a strong possibility. If you find them, please call me immediately. Goodbye.” Young hung up. “He didn’t see them.”