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going to have to rely on deduction to make the identification.”
    â€œAh, detective work!” Dino interjected.
    â€œWell, yes.”
    â€œWell, a tiny problem: we have no evidence to work with to deduce that any of the three of them is Teddy. You see the difficulty?” Dino spread his hands and looked sorrowful.
    â€œLet’s get some evidence, then.”
    Stone sighed. “We could break into their houses and ransack them, in the hope that if one of them is Teddy, he’s stupid enough to leave his old birth certificate or passport lying around.”
    â€œStone…”
    â€œWhat I’m trying to tell you is that Teddy has made it virtually impossible for us ever to identify him by any means known to criminal investigation.”
    â€œHow about eyewitnesses?” Genevieve interjected.
    â€œEyewitness to what?” Holly asked.
    â€œTo Teddy. He worked at the CIA all those years; there must be dozens, maybe hundreds of people who knew him, who could identify him if they saw him. Photograph all three of them and send the pictures to Lance. Let him circulate them and see if he gets a bite.”
    Dino looked at his girlfriend with admiration. “I think we might have a spot for you at the NYPD,” he said.
    Holly looked at her watch. “I have to call in,” she said.

29
    H olly first called Bill Pepper.
    â€œI’m here.”
    â€œMe too.”
    â€œScramble.”
    â€œScrambled.”
    Pepper came back with his voice-from-a-barrel. “What’s up?”
    â€œWhen a foreigner applies to buy a house in St. Marks, does he have to attach a photograph to his application?”
    â€œYes, a passport photograph.”
    â€œCan you hack into the government computers and get me the photographs of Robertson, Pemberton and Weatherby?”
    â€œYeah, I guess so.”
    â€œHow long will it take?”
    â€œA few minutes.”
    â€œCan you e-mail them to me in, say, an hour?”
    â€œProbably. Is this about Teddy Fay?”
    â€œThe idea is, I’ll look at them, and if one of them could conceivably be Teddy, I’ll send them to Lance, and he can show them to Teddy’s former coworkers for ID.”
    â€œMakes sense to me.”
    She gave him her e-mail address. “I’ll be standing by.”
    â€œLater.” He broke the connection.
    Holly called Lance.
    â€œLance Cabot.”
    She explained about the photographs she was going to send.
    â€œExcellent,” Lance replied. “How soon?”
    â€œMaybe an hour or so; check your e-mail.”
    â€œGood. Anything else?”
    â€œYes; I think we’re about done here.”
    â€œYou’re giving up?”
    â€œOur stay is nearing its end, and we have not been able to identify Teddy. Our best shot is that he’s Robertson, Pemberton or Weatherby; if we can’t get an ID from these photos, then we have nowhere else to go. Our well is dry.”
    â€œThat’s discouraging.”
    â€œWell, we’re discouraged. I want to have one more dinner with Irene Foster, though. Maybe we’ll glean something from her.”
    â€œAnd her boyfriend? Pitts?”
    â€œI think he may have already sailed for home.”
    â€œYou’re satisfied that he’s not Teddy?”
    â€œHe isn’t, unless Teddy knows how to grow hair on a bald scalp. Pitts doesn’t wear a toupee.”
    â€œAll right, call tomorrow. I’ll send the jet for you at, say, noon the day after.”
    â€œGood.” She hung up and called Irene.
    â€œHello?”
    â€œHi, Irene, it’s Ginny; how are you?”
    â€œVery well, thanks; are you still on the island?”
    â€œWe leave on Saturday. I was hoping that you could join us for dinner tonight at the inn.”
    â€œLove to; is Harry invited, as well?”
    â€œIs he still here?”
    â€œHe seems to like the island.”
    â€œOf course; bring him along. Seven-thirty?”
    â€œThat’s grand; we’ll look forward to it.”
    Holly hung up, went into the house, got her laptop and took it out to the patio, where lunch was just being served.
    â€œWhat’s with the computer?” Stone asked.
    Holly glanced at the butler, who finished serving and went back inside. “Pepper is going to e-mail me the photographs of Robertson, Pemberton and Weatherby that were attached to their applications to buy a house here, and then I’m going to take Genevieve’s