Holly put her hand on her gun holster for reassurance and continued to run. The car came within a couple of feet of her as it passed, and she was conscious of someone beginning to lean out the window.

Then, as she began to turn to look over her shoulder, she heard the squeal of brakes, and something hard struck her in the head.

STONE RETURNED FROM the yacht club to the house to find Holly gone and reckoned she was out running. After the news he had been given, he hoped she had remembered to go armed. The doorbell rang.

“Afternoon,” Sergeant Young said when Stone opened the door. “Have you heard the news?”

“Yes, but no details. Come on in.”

The two men went into the study and sat down.

“Tell me,” Stone said.

“Two young housewives, Joan Peceimer and Terry Brown, played golf together late yesterday afternoon and left in the same car, telling someone they were having dinner together at Brown’s house. This morning, Brown’s car was found abandoned in a dirt lane, and we started a search. Joan Peceimer’s body was found in the water, in Dark Harbor, much like Janey Harris’s.”

“And the other woman?”

“Still missing.”

“Good God. Two of them?”

“Just between you and me, I don’t think there’s much chance of seeing Terry Brown alive again.”

“Then what we’ve got here is a full-blown serial killer,” Stone said.

“No doubt about it,” the sergeant replied. “And he’s accelerating the pace of killings.”

“They had to know him,” Stone said.

“You think so?”

“Otherwise it would have been very difficult for him to kidnap two women. They must have recognized him when he approached them.”

“Well, that’s not a startling conclusion, given that everybody on this island knows just about everybody else.”

“What steps are you taking?”

“Peceimer’s body is on its way to the M.E. in Augusta. My partner has organized a search party of volunteers, and they’re covering every inch of the island.

I’ve got half a dozen more sergeants on the way here. There’s not much more I can do.”

“I had a conversation with Ed Rawls and his buddies yesterday,” Stone said. “They think that Dick’s family and Don Brown were killed by one man, and Janey Harris by another. They have a point.”

“That had occurred to me,” Young said. “If you accept that premise, then it seems to me that the idea of the Stone family’s murder is probably related to Dick’s work.”

“I don’t know, Sergeant. It’s hard for me to accept that we’ve got some European assassin and a serial killer on this small island so close together in the timeline.”