Forget the horror. Forget the fact that he might have screwed up. The finger was just a clue.

One: The placement of the envelope was curious

inside Linda Coldren's locked (yes, it had been lockedLinda had used the remote control to open it) car. How had it gotten there? Had the kidnapper simply broken into the vehicle? Good possibility, but would he have had time in Merion's parking lot? Wouldn't someone have reported it? Probably. Did Chad Coldren have a key that the kidnapper could have used? Hmm. Very good possibility, but one he couldn't confirm unless he spoke to Linda, which was out of the question.

Dead end. For now.

Two: More than one person was involved in this kidnapping.

This hardly took brilliant detective work. First off, you have the Crusty Nazi. The phone call at the mall proved that he had something to do with this not to mention his subsequent behavior. But there was no way a guy like Crusty could sneak into Merion and plant the envelopein Linda Coldren's car. Not without drawing suspicion. Not during the U. S. Open. And the note had warned the Coldrens not to "cross" them again. Cross.

Did that sound like a Crusty word?

Okay, good. What else?

Three: The kidnappers were both vicious and dumb.

Vicious was again obvious the dumb part maybe less so.

But look at the facts. For example, making a large ransom demand over a weekend when you know that the banks won't be open until Monday+ was that bright? Not knowing how much to ask for the first two times they calleddidn't that say ding a-ling? And lastly, was it really prudent to cut off a kid's finger just because his parents happened to talk to a sports agent? Did that even make sense?

No.

Unless, of course, the kidnappers knew that Myron was more than a sports agent.

But how?

Myron pulled into Win's long driveway. Unfamiliar people were taking horses out of the stable. As he approached the guest house, Win appeared in the doorway.

Myron pulled into a spot and got out.

"How did your meeting with Tad Crispin go?" Win asked.

Myron hurried over to him. "They chopped off his finger," he managed, breathy to the point of almost hyperventilating. "The kidnappers. They cut off Chad's finger.

Left it in Linda's car."

Win's expression did not change. "Did you discover this before or after your meeting with Tad Crispin?"

Myron was puzzled by the question. "After."

Win nodded slowly. "Then my original question remains:

How did your meeting go with Tad Crispin'?"

Myron stepped back as though slapped. "Jesus Christ," he said in an almost reverent tone. "You can't be serious."

"What happens to that family does not concern me.

What happens to your business dealings with Tad Crispin does."

Myron shook his head, stunned. "Not even you could be that cold."

"Oh please."

"Please what?"

"There are far greater tragedies in this world than a sixteen-year-old boy losing his finger. People die, Myron.