Here, Ill take it, he murmured.
This was one time when she didnt object to his assertiveness. She gladly surrendered the glass.
Sure you dont need some of this yourself?
Lane shook her head. What about the Askers and Chris Beaver? she asked.
Nils is still on the phone in the kitchen trying to raise the sheriff. Dorothy is with him. Chris is busy in the cellar making sure that the door this time is securely locked and that nothing on the other side is disturbed. Shouldnt you sit down?
Im better off on my feet.
She didnt feel weak in the legs, but she was suddenly cold. She went to stand near the fireplace, welcoming the heat from the pine logs. Jack delivered the brandy to Ronnie, who accepted it gratefully. For a welcome change, she was silent as she gulped from the glass.
It was the others, grouped on chairs and sofa near the fire, who were no longer quiet now that the initial shock had subsided. They discussed the tragedy in hushed, unbelieving tones.
How could I have done it? Allison whispered, hands clenched in her lap. How could I have blamed poor Teddy for not finishing the flowers when the whole time She broke off, shuddering.Dan, she appealed to her cousin, must we leave him down there like that? It seems so inhuman.
The judge shook his head. He cant be moved, Allison. Its a crime scene. Nothing can be touched until the sheriffs team investigates it.
I keep seeing him in that way, she moaned. Likelike he was some kind of awful sacrifice. I suppose theres no question of it? I suppose it was murder?
Had to be, Hale muttered.
But why? Allison demanded angrily. Who?
They were questions that haunted each of them, but no one answered her. There were no answers. There was only the dismay.
I dont understand, Allison persisted. Teddy was supposed to have been alone on the island. Lane, wasnt that what Dorothy told us this afternoon? That Nils left Teddy here all on his own yesterday and returned to the mainland.
Yes, Lane agreed softly, thats what she said.
No one in the room questioned this claim, but Lane noticed several gazes turning in the direction of the kitchen where Nils Asker was busy with the phone. She knew what they were wondering. She couldnt help wondering it herself. Just how accurate was Dorothys assertion?
Obviously, Hale observed, Teddy wasnt alone. There was a killer with him. And either that someone was here the whole time or he arrived after Nils left.
Please, Ronnie begged loudly, will all of you just stop talking about it? Isnt it bad enough that we had to see him like that?
Scalped, you mean, Stuart reminded them callously, rejoining the group.
Ronnie, clutching her brandy glass, made a face of revulsion. Only a monster could have performed something so indecent.
Lane cast a swift glance in Jacks direction. He was leaning against the other side of the fireplace. He had been quiet during the exchange of speculations, but she was close enough to hear him softly and slowly whistling under his breath. An unconscious habit that she recognized from the days of their marriage. It meant that systematic scientists brain of his was dissecting a problem.
Yeah, Stuart said, offering his dark warning to Ronnie, and that monster could be lurking on the island right now. Any of you thought of that?
The boy plainly enjoyed pressing his mothers buttons,
Lane thought. Ronnies reaction, a yelp of alarm, didnt disappoint him.
It was then that Jack stood away from the fireplace and informed them mildly, I dont think so. I think the killer left the island. And his victim wasnt scalped.
Of course he was scalped, Ronnie insisted, as though he were trying to cheat her out of a perverse pleasure. We all saw it, didnt we?
Jack shook his head. We only thought we did. It had the illusion of a scalping because we were down there with those native remains, and there was an arrow in his chest. But the head had been shaved, not scalped.
Either way, Dan said, it was senseless.
Not from the killers viewpoint, Jack maintained. From what youve said about Teddy Brewster, I understand he had a mane of flaming hair and a flowered overcoat that was practically a trademark. Both the hair and the coat are missing.
Disguise. Lane suddenly realized what he meant. The murderer used them as a disguise to get off the island. He left as Teddy.
Thats right, Allison said, remembering. The Arnolds told us back at the dock that the rented snowmobile had been returned and that Teddys car was gone.
Jack nodded. All cover for the killer and a way to keep the florist from being missed right away. His broad shoulders lifted in a slight shrug. Its conjecture, of course, but I think its the right explanation.
Ronnie sagged with relief in her chair. As long as it means theres no longer a homicidal maniac loose on this island, thats all I care about.
But Hale wasnt ready to let the subject go. Genuine scalping or not, the guy still died with an arrow in his chest. And all that Indian stuff down there... Makes you wonder, doesnt it?
Allison turned to him, her voice sharp. What are you saying, Hale?