Dark Harbor (Stone Barrington 12)
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“Good morning. I just saw Caleb Stone in the Dark Harbor Shop and he tells me the twins’ yacht gets into Nantucket tonight, and they have a lay day there tomorrow. Can you get the local police to check quietly if they’re actually aboard the boat?”
“I’ll make a call,” Young said.
“Will you let me know the result?”
“Be glad to.” Young said goodbye and hung up.
Lance looked up from the computer. “You’re still pursuing the twins angle?”
“What else have I got to pursue?” Stone said.
“Good point. I’m just reading through the notes of the various agents who checked into the Rus
sian mob threat against Dick.”
“You’re still pursuing that lead?”
“What else have I got to pursue?” Lance asked. “It’s not as implausible as you might think.”
“Well, if it’s true, it means we have two killers: one of Dick and his family and possibly Don Blown, and one of the women.”
“Unlikely, isn’t it?”
“But not impossible,” Stone said.
Chapter 50
SERGEANT YOUNG’S CALL was forwarded to the cell phone of Lieutenant Jake Potter in Nantucket, who was sitting in a squad car in the middle of the village, watching tourists turn their ankles on the cobblestones. “Lieutenant Potter,” he drawled into the phone.
“Lieutenant, this is Sergeant Tom Young of the Maine State Police.”
“Morning, Sergeant, how’s the weather in Maine today?”
“A little foggy.”
“What can I do for you?”
“I don’t know if you’ve heard about it, but we’ve had a series of murders on the island of Islesboro.”
“I read the Boston papers.”
“In connection with that investigation, I’m concerned about the whereabouts of two young men, twin brothers, named Eben and Enos Stone. They may be aboard a yacht in Nantucket. They sailed from Newport yesterday.”
“As part of the race?”
“That’s right.”
“If you want me to arrest them we’re going to need a fugitive warrant; you can fax it to us.”
“It won’t be necessary to arrest them,” Young said. “Right now, I just need to determine whether they’re actually aboard that boat.”
“Description?”
“Identical twins, blond hair, tall—maybe six-three or six-four— over two hundred pounds, muscular.”
“Well, I’m glad I don’t have to arrest them.”
Young chuckled. “It may come to that yet.”