Fear of Frying

believe, she wasn’t in on it and she just wants or needs to believe that this is the same man, it comes to the same thing. She’s in love with this person, whoever he is. She’s not going to help us put him—and maybe herself—in jail for murder.“
    “What about fingerprints?“ Shelley asked. “Do identical twins have the same fingerprints?“
    “I have no idea, but even if they don’t, there’s the problem of getting them,“ Jane said irritably. “Sam One’s are surely all over his house, and we could grab a drinking glass or something that Sam Two has touched. But we can’t get in their house. We don’t know how to take fingerprints, and the sheriff has no cause to believe us and probably would need the fingerprint equivalent of a search warrant.“
    “So what do we do?“ Shelley asked.
    “I don’t know. But at least we have a theory now.
    A line of thought to pursue. We shouldn’t be sitting here by ourselves, speculating. We should be hanging out with Marge and seeing what we can find out.“
    “Right. But we only have until tomorrow. We’re supposed to have an extended meeting tonight—“
    “Liz’s orders?“ Jane asked.
    “Who else? And then we’re all leaving tomorrow.“
    “Then we better hotfoot it to the lodge and find out where they are.“
    “Probably in their cabin. In bed,“ Shelley said. “And if you think I’m—“
    “If they’re not around, we’ll chat with Eileen and John. They know Sam well, too. Wait one minute, will you, while I check my E-mail.”
    Jane booted up the laptop and found Mel’s response to her earlier note to him about the dead body that reappeared alive. It was a one-word reply. “Twins.“
    “Rats!“ Jane said. “He wasn’t even here and he figured it out before I did!”

    The rain had let up again and there were even patchy bursts of sunlight from time to time. But as they approached the lodge, it appeared that there was a problem. A line of departing cars was stopped in the drive. The sheriff’s deputy was directing those with drivers to back up and park.
    Edna Titus was standing on the porch, watching and looking worried.
    “What’s going on?“ Jane asked as she and Shelley joined her.
    “The bridge has gone out,“ Edna said. “The creek came up and washed it away, I think.“
    “Bridge?“ Shelley asked. “Oh, the one we crossed just after turning off the main road. Isn’t there another road out?“
    “There’s an old logging road,“ Edna said. “But it takes a pretty sturdy four-wheel-drive even in dry weather.“
    “You mean—“ Jane had started to say, we’re stuck here, but that didn’t seem polite. “You mean you’re stuck with all these people staying here?“
    “No, most of them are locals. The sheriff’s put in a call for people around the lake with boats to come fetch them and take them home. They’ll have to come back for their cars later.”
    Shelley cleared her throat. “Uh... I don’t think any of the people with boats are going to take us back to Chicago.“
    “Well, no, I guess not,“ Edna said, clearly preoccupied with her own concerns. “But there’s a daily bus to Chicago.”
    Shelley pulled Jane aside. “I don’t like this.”
    “I don’t like buses, period,“ Jane said.
    “That’s not what I meant. Jane, it’s just occurred to me that we’re miles from anywhere, stranded with one or more people who are murderers.“
    “You’re right,“ Jane said quietly. “There is a great deal not to like about this.”

Sixteen

    “I’m willing to reconsider the bus idea,“ Jane said, heading for the front desk in the lobby. There was, in fact, one remaining brochure about the bus schedule, and she learned that it belched out of the nearest town at two o’clock every afternoon. Today’s means of escape had long gone.
    “Jane, I want to get out of here, too, but think about it,“ Shelley said. “We’d have to haul most of our stuff in and out of a boat, beg a stranger to take us to the bus station, and find our way home from downtown Chicago at the other end of the trip. Then we’d still have to drive back up here in your lousy station wagon to pick up my van when the bridge is fixed, and drive back home separately. Not a good option.“
    “Better than staying here, though,“ Jane said. “Not if we stick together. From now on, we’re attached at the hip.“
    “Swell,“ Jane said.
    “I want to take a look at this logging trail,“ Shelley said. “Maybe the van could