Eph said, “You have boats.”
“We do have fucking boats. Three motorboats and a whole bunch of li’l skiffs.”
“Good,” said Eph. “Very good. I hope you can see fit to loan us one. I’m sorry we’re bringing this trouble your way.” He checked with the Born, who was standing very still. “Anything yet?”
Nothing imminent.
But Eph could tell by the way he answered that they were running out of time. He said to Ann, “You know these islands?”
She nodded. “William knows them best. Like the back of his hand.”
Eph said to William, “Can we go inside the restaurant and you sketch me out directions? I know what I’m looking for. It’s an island with very little growth on it, rocky, shaped like a trefoil, which is like a series of three overlapping rings. Like a biohazard symbol, if you can picture that.”
Ann and William looked at each other in a way that showed they both knew exactly which island Eph was referring to. Eph felt a spike of adrenaline.
A radio crackle surprised them, making jumpy William step back. The walkie-talkie in the front seat of the Jeep. “Friends of ours,” said Fet, moving to the door, reaching in for the radio. “Nora?”
“Oh, thank God,” she said, her voice fuzzy over the airwaves. “We’re in Fishers Landing finally. Where are you?”
“Follow the signs for the public beach. You’ll see a sign for Camp Riverside. Follow the dirt road to the water. Hurry up, but come quietly. We’ve met some others who can help us get out onto the water.”
“Some others?” she said.
“Just trust me and get out here, now.”
“Okay, I see a sign for the beach,” she said. “We’ll be right there.”
Fet set down the radio. “They’re close.”
“Good,” said Eph, turning again to Mr. Quinlan. The Born was watching the sky, as though for a sign. This worried Eph. “Anything we need to know?”
All quiet.
“How many hours do we have until the meridiem?”
Too many, I am afraid.
“Something is troubling you,” said Eph. “What is it?”
I do not enjoy traveling over water.
“I realize that. And?”
We should have seen the Master by now. I don’t like the fact that we have not …
Ann and William wanted to talk, but Eph just wanted them to sketch out the route to the island. So he left them drawing on the back of a paper place mat and returned to Fet, standing before the bomb set upon the candy shop ice cream counter adjacent to the restaurant. Through the glass doors, Eph saw Mr. Quinlan waiting for vampires in front of the beach.
Eph said, “How long will we have?”
Fet said, “I don’t know. I hope long enough.” He showed him the switch with the safety on. “Turn this way for the delay.” It was set to a clock icon raised on the small panel. “Don’t turn it this way.” Toward the X. “Then run like hell.”
Eph felt another cramp crawling up his arm. He clenched his fist and hid the pain best as he could.
“I don’t like the idea of leaving it there. A lot can go wrong in a few minutes.”
“We don’t have an alternative. Not if we want to survive.”
They both looked up at the approaching headlights. Fet ran out to Nora’s car, and Eph remained behind, returning to monitor William’s work. Ann was making suggestions and William was annoyed. “It is four islands out and one over.”