was a diver?” Bob asked.
“I don’t—but there were tanks on board the boat and her hair looked like she’d been in the water.”
“Okay,” Lucas said. “You got a good memory.”
“I wouldn’t have remembered any of this, if they hadn’t burned up that boat a couple days later.”
Quinn said he didn’t know how to get in touch with Beddy, or precisely where the Down East was, but he’d be on the internet, because that’s how he got his customers.
Bob asked him why his boat was called Big Mac’s You’re-In-and- Out instead of Quinn’s You’re-In-and-Out, and Quinn said, “I’m selling hamburgers. So . . . Big Macs.”
“Ah.”
“Don’t tell McDonald’s.”
* * *
They thanked him for his help and Javier ran them back to the Yacht Club. Half an hour later, guided by Bob’s iPad, they rolled into the Aventura marina, found the office, and eventually got pointed at the Down East.
The Down East looked like a floating condo. They parked and walked down to it, where they found Beddy working in the engine compartment below the back deck. Lucas knocked on the hull and Beddy’s head popped up and he said, “You’re not Carlos.”
“Nope. I’m a U.S. Marshal. Who’s Carlos?”
“He’s the guy who’s going to tell me why the port engine’s been running hot. So . . . what’s up with you guys?”
Beddy was a stocky man in a white golf shirt that had down east embroidered on the chest; he had white hair under a captain’s hat, a white bristly mustache and ample stomach, with skinny legs sticking out of his white shorts. He looked, Lucas thought, like a party boat captain. When he got out of the engine compartment, he poured some Engine Off on his hands, and cleaned off a smear of diesel fuel.
Beddy had no trouble remembering the hairdressers. Thumbing through a charter register, he found the boat had been rented by the Zizzorz Wizzardz hairdressers’ school in Hollywood.
“Not that Hollywood,” he said to Bob and Lucas. “This Hollywood is the first big town south of here.”
Bob nodded. “I saw an exit.”
“There were these two girls who organized the party. Real live wires,” Beddy said, flipping a page in the register. “They were wary of the guys on the boat, those two. A couple of the other girls were all over them. Maybe because of the Mako, which says money. One of the girls offered to cut one of the guys’ hair, right here on my boat. They didn’t, but they were getting along good.”
Lucas prompted him: “Do you have their names? The live wires?”
“Sure do.” He held the book away from his face, squinted at it and said, “Alicia Snow did most of the talking and arranging. The other one was Meredith Duffy.” He put the book down. “Alicia used to be a waitress, but she wanted something more professional, so she went to school to get into hairdressing. I remember that: she’s a cutie. The Meredith girl was quieter, she was an athlete of some kind before she went into hairdressing. Hell of a dancer, some old rock ’n’ roll tune came up on the radio and she danced her ass off with the other girls.”
“Anything else?”
“I got their phone numbers . . .”
* * *
Lucas technically worked for a supervisor in the Marshals Service’s Washington office named Russell Forte. Forte’s secretary did a good portion of her boss’s work. As they were walking back to the Pathfinder, Lucas called her and got her to run down the billing addresses for the two cell phones. She called back fifteen minutes later, as they were finding their way out of the marina. Both phones were on AT&T, and the bills went to the same address, but different apartments.
* * *
“What do you want to do?” Bob asked.
“Go talk to these two women,” Lucas said.
“Two is fine, but if we wind up having to talk to a bunch of them, the FBI guys could do it a lot quicker than we can. They could do all of them at the same time, if we give them the names.”
“True. But . . . I’d like to be the one who cracked the case. If we don’t get something solid from the two names we’ve got, we call Weaver and sic the FBI on the rest of the women, while we go down to Miami and find Magnus Elliot.”
“That’s a plan.”
The case was beginning to turn: Lucas could smell it.
Bob could, too; he chatted happily away as they headed west and