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.” Moving out of her arms, he reached for the tape, cardboard, and the knife.“Or this, either.”“I fought him off once,” she said, iron in her voice.“I could do it again, if I had to.”Joshua remembered the puckered scar on Dexter’s cheek, as if he’d been kissed by a pit bull in a foul mood.“You put the scar on his cheek?”Fire blazed in her eyes.“I did that after he’d cut me and started choking me.Biting him was all I could think to do, but it did the job.I got away from him and called the police.” She picked up the blade.“But I swore that if I ever had to face him again, I was going to have more than my bare hands to protect myself.”“I heard that.”She turned around.“Tape this knife to the cardboard, and then fix the whole thing to the small of my back, please.It’s going to be my secret weapon.”Joshua did as she asked.She put on her t-shirt and jacket and tested it a couple of times.To her satisfaction, she was able to tear the knife away from the cardboard backing with only a quick, forceful tug.Joshua did a final walkthrough of the house.Everything appeared to be in place.He checked his watch.It was a few minutes to five.Darkness was stealing over the island, and the strengthening winds were battering the palmettos and the live oaks that surrounded the house.The lights flickered for a moment, and then came back on.Rachel lit a couple of Kerosene lamps, and double-checked that her flashlight was functional.“Now what do we do?”Joshua sat on a step near the bottom of the staircase, the.357 on his hip, a flashlight dangling from his belt, and the Molotov cocktail strapped over his shoulder.“Now,” he said, “we wait for him.”Chapter 63Gravel spinning from the tires, Dexter veered the Mustang into the parking lot of the Hyde Island Visitor Center.It was a quarter after four.He’d driven no slower than ninety miles an hour during the trip.He had only fifteen minutes before the day’s last ferry departed.He surveyed the lot for some confirmation that this was the right place—and saw two telling clues: Joshua’s Ford Explorer.And an Acura sedan, parked in the far corner.A closer look at the bumper sticker on the Acura—it advertised her hair salon—clinched the deal.There’s no escape from me, baby.The visitor center was ahead, a small, red-shingled building on a thick concrete slab.He peered around the corner of the structure, and saw a dock at which several boats, include the island ferry, were tied.The dock was accessible via a short stairway.He couldn’t risk setting foot inside the visitor center.When he’d seen himself in the car’s rearview mirror, he looked as savage and dangerous as he felt.His appearance would set off alarms, and he couldn’t take a chance on someone alerting the cops before he reached the island.He was too close now.So he invoked the cloak, and went around the side of the building.He climbed the steps to the dock.A middle-aged black man with a goatee lingered at the gangplank to the ferry.There were few passengers boarding, and the guy wasn’t paying close attention.He was chatting on a cell phone.Dexter strolled to the ferry, waited until the guy moved away from the entrance as he attended to something on deck, and hopped on.Dexter knew that his body was giving off a strong odor—a wild, musky smell.But the pungent scent of the saltwater sea should conceal him from detection.There were about ten other passengers on board.Dexter went aft, away from them, and leaned against the railing.A strong wind buffeted the vessel, shrieking across the deck.Dexter worried that the captain would attempt to postpone the trip due to the weather, in which case, Dexter would have to force him to go.He was too close to finding her, at last.He would not be denied, or delayed.Thankfully, at four-thirty, the ferry cast off.Dexter maintained his cloak as the ship crested the rippling waves.The first mate went into the cabin, oblivious to Dexter’s presence.On the bench seats, Dexter found a booklet about Hyde Island that someone had left behind.He began to skim through it, and when he came across the section about Hall Hammock, he had to smile.Now he knew where his wife was hidden on the island.* * *A half hour later, the ferry, braving powerful winds, docked at Hyde Island.The first mate secured the ferry to the dock, and then disembarked from the boat.Cloaked, Dexter followed.The captain was messing around in the cabin, and he wasn’t going to wait for him.Besides, the first mate seemed to know exactly where he was going.Dexter tailed him across the dock, and to a small, dusty parking lot occupied by a handful of vehicles.He was heading toward a rusty Ford pick up.He opened the door, climbed behind the wheel [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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