“I told you, I don’t remember. It was somewhere on the river.”
“The Pocomoke River?”
“Right,” Ted replied.
“Where?”
“Why are you doing this? I don’t understand what—”
There was a slapping sound, something hard striking flesh. Ted grunted, followed by a splash as he obviously fell over in a mud puddle.
“Get up!”
“I can’t!”
“I said, get up!”
Sam signaled for Remi to wait as he crept ahead, pressed himself against the wall of the boiler, then slid ahead until he could see around the curve.
There, in a space between a pair of pickup truck-sized boilers, was Ted Frobisher. He was on his knees, arms bound behind his back. His assailant stood a few feet in front of him, a flashlight in his left hand, a revolver in his right. He was pointing the gun at Ted’s chest.
“Tell me where you found it and I’ll take you home,” the man said. “You can forget all about this.”
He sketched out the scene he had witnessed, then his plan.
“Sounds like you’re getting the most dangerous part,” Remi said.
“I have absolute confidence in your aim.”
“And my timing.”
“That, too. I’ll be right back.”
Sam disappeared into the trees for half a minute, then returned and handed her a rock about the size of a grapefruit.
“Think you can climb that one-handed?” he asked, nodding at the rusty maintenance ladder rising up the side of the nearest boiler.
“If you hear a big thump in the dark you’ll have your answer.” She leaned forward, curled her fist around his shirtfront, and drew him in for a quick kiss. “Listen, Fargo: Try to look harmless and for God’s sake be careful. If you get killed I’ll never forgive you.”
“That makes two of us.”
Sam hefted his piece of rebar and took off at a half sprint, heading back the way he came, then veered right and began circling around. He stopped to check his watch. Six minutes had passed since his OnStar call. He couldn’t wait any longer.
He tucked the rebar into the waistband at his back, then took a calming breath and started walking until he came around a boiler and the pool of light from the flashlight appeared in the darkness. Sam stopped and called out.
“Hey, there, howdy, is everything okay?”
The stranger whipped around, shining his flashlight in Sam’s eyes. “Who are you?”
“I was just driving by,” Sam said. “I saw the car. Thought maybe somebody broke down. Hey, how about not shining that in my eyes?”
In the distance came the faint sound of sirens.
Gun raised, the man spun back to Ted, then back to Sam.
“Whoa, fella, what’s the gun for?”
Sam raised his hands and took a careful step forward.
“Don’t move! Stay right there!”
“Hey, I’m just trying to help.” Breath held, Sam took another step forward, closing the gap to fifteen feet.
Remi took her cue, and to his right Sam saw a shadow arcing out of the dark sky from atop the boiler. The stone seemed to hang for an impossibly long time, then landed with a sickening crunch on the man’s right foot. Remi’s aim was dead-on. Though a head shot would have made things much easier, it would have also likely killed the man, a complication they didn’t need.
Even as the man groaned and stumbled backward, Sam was moving, drawing the rebar from his waistband with his left hand as he charged ahead. Arms windmilling, the man was trying to regain his balance and had almost succeeded when Sam’s perfectly timed uppercut caught him squarely in the chin. The gun and flashlight flew up and away, the former landing with a plop in the mud, the latter rolling toward Ted. From the corner of his eye Sam saw Remi appear behind Ted. She lifted him to his feet and together they started running.
The stranger was lying on his back, half sunken in the mud, groaning.
The sirens were coming closer now, not two minutes away.
Sam picked up the flashlight and cast it around until he spotted the man’s pistol half buried in the mud a few feet away. Using the tip of his shoe, Sam pried it free, slipped the top of his foot beneath it, and kicked it far into the trees.
He turned back and shined the light into the man’s face. The man stopped moving, eyes squinting against the glare. His face was lean and weathered and he had small, mean eyes and a nose that had clearly been broken many times over. The white line of a scar ran from the bridge of his nose across his right eyebrow and ended just above his temple.
The man blinked rapidly, clearing away the cobwebs, then focused on Sam and spat out a word.
“That had a distinctly unfriendly sound to it,” Sam said. “Let’s try this one more time: Who are you and what’s your business with our friend?”
Another curse, this one a full sentence.
“Didn’t think so,” Sam said. “Well, better luck next time, pal.”
With that he leaned forward and swung the rebar in a tight arc, tapping the man behind the ear with what he hoped was just enough force. Rebar wasn’t the most delicate of weapons. The man grunted and went limp.
“Here’s hoping we never meet again,” Sam said, then turned and started running.
“Just drink it,” Remi said and gave his hand a pat.
Frobisher took a gulp, scrunched up his face, then took a second gulp.
Sam put another log on the fire, then joined Remi on the love seat. Frobisher sat opposite them in a wingback chair, wrapped in a flannel blanket and fresh from a hot shower.
After leaving Frobisher’s mystery man lying in the mud, Sam had sprinted back to the BMW, which Remi had turned around and pulled up to the driveway. His decision to leave before the police had been an instinctive one: Though they’d done nothing wrong, being embroiled in a police investigation would also entangle them with Frobisher’s attacker. Sam’s gut told him the more distance they put between themselves and the man, the better.
With Sam back in the car they’d sped back down Black Road, then headed west on Mount Vernon Road. Thirty seconds later they saw flashing lights come around the corner behind them and pull onto Black Road. At Sam’s direction Remi did a quick U-turn, pulled over to the shoulder, and doused the headlights, waiting until the emergency responders—a police cruiser and a fire truck, it appeared—reached the boiler graveyard. She then pulled out and headed back toward Princess Anne. Forty minutes later they were back in their room at the B&B.