Copper Beach

firefighters and the cops found me. When the dealer recovered, he claimed that I had attempted to burn down his shop.”

    “And you ended up in the Summerlight Academy for troubled youth. What happened to the dealer who forced you to decode the book?”

    “He died of a heart attack a few months later.” Abby held up one hand. “I had nothing to do with it. I was locked up at the Summerlight Academy.”

    He flexed one hand on the wheel, aware of the cold tension simmering in him. “Wish I could have taken care of him for you.”

    Abby looked disconcerted. “That’s very…sweet of you.”

    He smiled. “Sweet?”

    “I didn’t mean to offend you. It’s just that no one has ever offered to do anything like that for me before. I’m touched, truly I am. So, uh, have you done anything like that before?”

    “Most of the time I prefer to use less permanent methods.”

    “In other words, you have done that sort of thing before.”

    “Maybe.”

    “When you work for that private contractor you mentioned? The one who does some business with the post office?”

    “To be clear, the post office is not the client,” he said. “It’s a different agency.”

    “When was the last time you worked for the contractor?”

    “About three months ago.” He paused. “But I was on an assignment the night Cassidy was murdered.”

    “Ah,” she said softly. “No wonder you had a hard time establishing an alibi.”

    He did not respond to that. It was enough that she believed him, he thought.

    “Take that gravel road to the right,” she said.

    He slowed the SUV and turned into a rutted lane that wound through the trees and dead-ended in a small clearing. A high steel security fence protected a run-down house and a yard filled with large stone pots. As far as he could tell, the only things growing in the planters were weeds.

    He brought the vehicle to a halt and studied the scene. “You’re sure this is the right place?”

    “I told you, Thaddeus is a bit eccentric.” Abby unfastened her seat belt and opened the door.

    “Doesn’t look like he’s much of a gardener.”

    “The pots and the weeds are all that remain of an experimental garden he planted years ago. He was trying to grow some exotic herbs that he found for sale online. Supposedly, the herbs had psychical properties. But they didn’t do well in this climate.”

    Sam got out of the car. “How do we announce ourselves?”

    “There’s an intercom at the gate.” Abby started forward. “I’ll let Thaddeus know we’re here. He’ll disarm the security system and let us in.” She opened the rear door of the SUV. “Come on, Newton. We’re going to visit Thaddeus.”

    Newton bounded down, but he did not look like his usual enthusiastic self. Instead, he flattened his ears and moved close to Abby.

    “Maybe he’s not a country dog at heart, after all,” Sam said.

    “I don’t understand it,” Abby said. “Usually he loves to come up here.”

    Small shards of ice touched the back of Sam’s neck. He jacked his senses a little and looked around, trying to decide what it was about the scene that was bothering him.

    “Wait,” he said, making it an order.

    Abby stopped and looked back at him. “What is it?”

    “Looks like the gate is unlocked.”

    “That’s impossible. Thaddeus always keeps the gate locked.” She took a closer look. “Good grief, you’re right. It’s not like Thaddeus to get sloppy with his security system. He’s totally paranoid, and he’s got reason to be. He deals with some very dangerous collectors.”

    Sam went back to the SUV, opened the cargo-bay door and unzipped his duffel bag. He took out the small pistol, shut the door and went back to the gate.

    “That’s a gun,” Abby said. She sounded oddly shocked.

    “Good observation.”

    “But I thought you used that crystal gadget for self-defense.”

    “Sometimes a gun works better. It gets people’s attention faster.”

    He gave the gate a cautious shove. It swung open easily enough. He walked into the yard. Abby followed quickly. Newton trailed behind. He whined softly.

    “Something is wrong,” Abby said.

    “Yes,” Sam said. “But I think the trouble has already come and gone.”

    “You can tell things like that?”

    “I’ve got pretty good intuition when it comes to this kind of stuff.” He glanced at Newton. “So does your dog.”

    “Maybe Thaddeus fell ill or took a fall,” Abby said anxiously. “If he