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anybody who knew Teddy Fay seen these?”
    â€œThe only two people still in Tech Services who knew him. They both said it could be, but they couldn’t say for sure. Of course, I’ve altered the photos to reflect what I think the men would look like without disguises, but since there are no known photos of Teddy, we can’t be sure it’s him. But I’d put the chances at around seventy-thirty that it is.”
    â€œWell, at least we can have our people hunt down these men—this man, rather—and photograph him.”
    â€œFrom what I’ve heard about Teddy, that could be awfully hard to do,” Mona said. “But I’ve done this,” she said, switching to a page of a dozen photographs, all different. “I’ve made up this man with various combinations of wigs, mustaches and subtle changes in the face. Why don’t you e-mail this page to our people and see what they can do with it?”
    â€œI will do so immediately, Mona,” Lance said.
    She handed him a DVD. “Here’s everything,” she said. “Let me know how it works out.” She took her laptop and left.
    Lance picked up the phone and dialed Holly’s satphone number. No answer and no voice mail. He sat down at his computer, inserted the DVD Mona Barry had given him and transmitted it to Holly’s laptop, along with an e-mail explaining what she had done.

52
    S tone and Holly lay on the bed, panting and sweaty. The remains of their lunch were on the floor at the foot of the bed.
    â€œOnce more?” Holly asked.
    â€œYou’re killing me,” Stone said. “I’m not as young as I used to be.”
    â€œOnly joking.”
    â€œThank God.” Stone changed the subject. “Have you reported in to Lance?”
    â€œAh, no, not yet.”
    â€œYou’re afraid to tell him we aren’t going to find Teddy, aren’t you?”
    â€œCertainly not.”
    â€œYou sound uncertain.”
    â€œI’m not uncertain, I’m lazy. I’d rather fuck you than talk to Lance on the satphone.”
    â€œWell, that would be my choice, too.”
    â€œThen you should be a happy man.”
    â€œTired, but happy.”
    There was a rap on the door, and Stone pulled up the sheet. “Come in.”
    Genevieve opened the door. “You two feel like a swim?”
    â€œNot since the shark,” Holly said.
    â€œOh, come on; the shark’s gone. And you don’t even have to get dressed.”
    â€œThat’s a thought,” Stone said. They grabbed towels and followed Genevieve, who was wearing only her towel, too. Dino was already in the water, waving them in.
    Stone grabbed Holly’s hand, dropped his towel and ran with her into the light surf.
    â€œWhat a wonderful temperature!” Holly yelled. “It’s just perfect!”
    They swam out to the sandbar and stood up to rest for a minute.
    â€œLook,” Stone said, pointing at a sailboat leaving English Harbour, “it’s Harold Pitts.”
    â€œPretty boat,” Holly said. “You think he’s leaving St. Marks?”
    â€œI don’t know,” Stone said. “I had the impression Harold had begun to think about staying on here with Irene.” They could see a lone figure at the helm; Stone waved, and he waved back. Then he bore away, tacked and began to recede into the distance.
    â€œI wonder where he’s going,” Stone said.

    L ance grew weary of waiting for Holly to return his call. He tossed his satphone into his briefcase, got into his jacket and walked out of his office, running into Carolyn, Hugh English’s secretary, in the hallway.
    â€œHi,” she said. “I’ve booked your jet; it’s the Hawker, and it will be at the St. Marks airport at noon tomorrow.”
    â€œGreat, Carolyn,” he said. “I’m on my way home; would you please call the English Harbour Inn in St. Marks, ask for Ginny Heller or Stone Barrington and tell them about the jet? And ask them to let the Peppers know.”
    â€œOf course, Lance,” she said. “Have a good weekend.”
    â€œOh, I’ll be in tomorrow,” Lance said. “I just have to do some stuff at home this afternoon.” He continued on his way.

    C arolyn called the English Harbour Inn, but there was no answer in the room, so she left a message on the voicemail, then she went home, too.

    S tone and Holly stood on the sandbar and