“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 Russian 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.”

“Name of the boat?”

“Hotshot.”

“Spell.”

“Hotel, oscar, tango, sierra, hotel, oscar, tango.”

“Length?”

“I’m afraid I don’t have that information.”

“Skipper’s name?”

“Don’t know.”

“Home port?”

“Maybe Newport, but I’m not at all sure.”

“That was Eldon and Elmer who?”

“No, that’s Eben and Enos Stone. And Lieutenant, if you can find out if they’re aboard without letting them know you’re checking, I’d appreciate it. I don’t want them to run.”

“What do you want me to do if they try to run?”

“If they do, please try to find out where they’re going and call me as soon as possible.” Young gave the man his cell phone number.

“I could detain them on some charge or other, maybe dumping their holding tank in the marina.”

“I don’t think that would help. Anyway, it’s not their boat.”

“I could think of something else.”

“Lieutenant, their father is a big-time Boston lawyer; I don’t think that would be helpful. I just need to know if they’re actually present on Nantucket.”

“Tell me, Sergeant, how is knowing that going to help you?”

“Well, if they’re on the boat, then their alibi for my time frame might be good.”

“Might be good?”

“We’re talking about a period of four days. They say they were in Newport until yesterday, partying, and the race started yesterday morning.”

“Have you talked to the police in Newport?”

“Yes, and they’re investigating as we speak.”

“And you just want to know if they’re on the boat.”

“I want to know if they’re on Nantucket.”

“And you don’t want me to detain them?”

“No, sir, please don’t do that.”

“I guess you want the collar yourself, huh?”

“I don’t have enough evidence for a collar. If they’re on Nantucket, I’ll have even less. If they’re not on Nantucket, then I may have some basis on which to proceed.”

“Well, I’ll drive down to the marina and have a look around,” the lieutenant said.

“Thank you, Lieutenant.”

“And I’ll call you at this number when I find out?”

“Please do that; I’ll wait for your call.”

“Bye-bye, Sergeant.”

The lieutenant closed his cell phone, finished his coffee and started the car. He drove down to the main marina and parked his cruiser on a yellow curb and got out. He strolled down to the marina and walked into the dockmaster’s office.

“Hey, Charlie,” he said to the man behind the desk.

“Morning, Jake.”

“You got a boat named…” He consulted his notebook. “… .Potshot?”

Charlie picked up a clipboard and ran his finger down to the Ps. “That’s Potshot?”

“Right.”

“Nope. Nothing by that name.”

“It didn’t come in here with the race from Newport?”

“It didn’t come in here at all, with anybody.”

Jake nodded. He flipped open his cell phone and called Maine.

“Sergeant Young.”

“Sergeant, it’s Jake Potter, in Nantucket.”

“Yes, Lieutenant?”

“I’m down at the marina office; there’s no boat by that name in the marina. It’s not on the dockmaster’s list.”

“Well, that’s pretty interesting,” Young said.

“Anything else I can do for you?”

“Does the dockmaster have a list of people on the yachts?”

“Hang on, I’ll ask him. Charlie, do you have a list of the people that come in here on these boats?”

Charlie shook his head. “Nope. I couldn’t care less who comes in here on the boats; all I want to know is what I have to find space for.”

“No, Sergeant, he doesn’t have a list of people.”

“Lieutenant, do you think you could just take a walk around the marina and see if there’s a yacht named Hotshot?”

“Oh, you’re looking for another boat, now?”

“No.”

“I don’t understand.”

“I’m just looking for the one.”

“Potshot?”

“No, not Potshot, Hotshot. With an H for hotel.”

“Well, why didn’t you say so?”

“Could you ask the dockmaster about Hotshot, please?”

“Hang on. Charlie, now he wants a boat named Hotshot. You got one of them?”

Charlie picked up his clipboard and ran a finger down to the Hs. “Yep, I’ve got just one Hotshot: dock three, berth fourteen.”

“Sergeant?”

“Yes?”

“He’s got a Hotshot all right: dock three, berth fourteen.”

“Great! Could you go down there and have a look at it?”

“Sure.”

“Wait a minute. I’ve got a better idea.”

“What’s that?”

“Let me speak to the dockmaster, please.”

Jake handed his phone to Charlie.

“Charlie here.”

“Charlie, this is Sergeant Young of the Maine State Police.” He explained his problem and described the twins. “Rather than have a uniformed officer go down to the boat, could you or one of your people go to the boat and tell them there’s a phone call for either Eben Stone or Enos Stone in your office?”

“But there isn’t a phone call.”

“I just want to know if they’re on the boat. If they’re not, ask if they’re in the village or on the island somewhere.”

“And if they are on the boat?”

“Ask for a cell phone number and tell them you’ll refer the call.”

“What call?”

“The imaginary call. If they want to know why the caller never called them, you don’t know. All you did was give him the message.”

“Okay. I can do that in a few minutes.”

Young gave him the cell phone number. “Can I speak to the lieutenant again?”

“This is Jake.”

“Lieutenant, thanks so much for your help.”

“What help?”