outside. The only ways out are that door on the other side of the living area, or back down the corridor behind the staircase. Both had men at their stations last night." Cawley glanced at his watch. "Gentlemen, I have a meeting. If you have any questions, please feel free to ask any of the staff or visit McPherson. He's handled the search thus far. He should have all the information you need. Staff eats at six sharp in the mess hall in the basement of the orderlies' dormitory. After that, we'll assemble here in the staff lounge and you can speak to anyone who was working during last night's incident."
He hurried out the front door, and they watched him until he turned left and disappeared.
Teddy said, "Is there anything about this that doesn't feel like an
inside job?" '
"I'm kind of fond of my invisible theory. She could have the fmula in a bottle. You following me? She could be watching us right now, Teddy." Chuck looked over his shoulder quick, then back at Teddy. "Something to think about."
IN THE AFTERNOON they joined the search party and moved inland as the breeze grew swollen, warmer. So much of the island was overgrown, clogged with weeds and thick fields of tall grass threaded with grasping tendrils of ancient oak and green vines covered in thorns. In most places, human passage was impossible even with the machetes some of the guards carried. Rachel Solando wouldn't have had a machete, and even if she had, it seemed the natureof the island to push all corners back to the coast.
The search struck Teddy as desultory, as if no one but he and Chuck truly had his heart in it. The men wound their way along the inner ring above the shoreline with downcast eyes and sullen steps. At one point they rounded a bend on a shelf of black rocks and faced a cliff that towered out past them into the sea. To their left, beyond a stand of moss and thorns and red berries curled into an overgrown mass, lay a small glade that dropped away at the base of some low hills. The hills rose steadily, each one higher than the last, until they gave way to the jagged cliff, and Teddy could see cuts in the hills and oblong holes in the side of the cliff. "Caves?" he said to McPherson.
He nodded. "A few of them."
"You check 'em?"
McPherson sighed and cupped a match against the wind to light a thin cigar. "She had two pairs of shoes, Marshal. Both found back in her room. How's she going to get through what we just came through, cross over these rocks, and scale that cliff?"
Teddy pointed off past the glade to the lowest of the hills. "She takes the long way, works he: way up from the west?" McPherson placed his own finger beside Teddy's. "See where the glade drops off? That's marshland right there at the tip of your finger. The base of those hills is covered in poison ivy, live oak, sumac, about a thousand different plants, and all of 'em with thorns the size of my dick." "That mean they're big or little?" This from Chuck, a few steps ahead of them, looking back over his shoulder.
McPherson smiled. "Might be somewhere in between."
Chuck nodded.
"M1 I'm saying, gentlemen? She would've had no choice but to stick hard to the shoreline, and halfway around in either direction, she would've run out of beach." He pointed at the cliff. "Met one of those." AN HOUR LATER, on the other side of the island, they met the fence line. Beyond it lay the old fort and the lighthouse, and Teddy could see that the hghthouse had its own fence, penning it in, two guards at the gate, rifles held to their chests.
"Septic processing?" he said.
McPherson nodded.
Teddy looked at Chuck. Chuck raised his eyebrows.
"Septic processing?" Teddy said again.
NO ONE CAME to their table at dinner. They sat alone, damp from the careless spits of rain, that warm breeze that had begun to carry the ocean with it. Outside, the island had begun to rattle in the dark, the breeze turning into a wind.
"A locked room," Chuck said.
"Barefoot," Teddy said.
"Past three interior checkpoints."
"A roomful of orderlies."
"Barefoot," Chuck agreed.
Teddy stirred his food, some kind of shepherd's pie, the meat stringy. "Over a wall with electric security wire."
"Or through a manned gate."
"Out into that." The wind shaking the building, shaking the dark.
"Barefoot."
"No one sees her."
Chuck