“I’m not sure about this,” Stone said, “but I think there may be a rule against leaving heavy equipment parked on the island overnight.”

The doorbell rang and Stone answered it. Finding the Jacksons standing there, he ushered them in. “I think you know everybody here,” he said. “Can I get you a drink?”

“Thanks, but we had one, sitting upstairs and watching the construction people getting out in time for the ferry. It was precision stuff.”

“We saw them moving a few pieces of furniture into the house, so I expect they’ve finished a bedroom enough to live in during construction,” Henry Lee said.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Primmy said. “It means I can’t go home again after dark.”

“No need to go home at all,” Stone said. “You’re entirely welcome here.”

“I don’t think the twins will be on the island all the time,” Lance said.

“What do you know that we don’t know?” Stone asked.

“The boys are teaching a course two days a week at Yale Law, during summer school.”

“What course?” Henry Lee asked.

“Criminal appeals. They apparently wrote over a hundred successful ones while in prison.”

“The arcane nature of your knowledge never fails to amaze me, Lance,” Stone said.

“So much is provided daily,” Lance replied, “and I have a better memory than any human being needs. My brain sorts it, then retains anything that might be of any use, ever, and dumps the rest.”

“You poor man,” Viv said. “Dino can barely remember his phone number.”

“I could always remember yours, though,” Dino replied.

“A saving grace,” Viv said, blowing him a kiss.

“What days do they teach?” Henry Lee asked.

“Tuesday and Wednesday, I believe.”

“So we can all sleep safely in our beds tonight,” Grace said. “But how do they get to New Haven?”

“They used to have an airplane,” Stone said. “A Cessna 182, like mine. I shouldn’t think they’ve had time to requalify, though.”

“Perhaps Yale doesn’t start summer school until next week,” Lance ventured.

“Well, if they’ve kept current with their reading while in the joint, they could do the flying in a couple of days, I guess. It’s a simple airplane.”

“I don’t much like the idea of their being able to travel so easily,” Lance said.

“Neither do I,” Stone said. “I wonder what they drive.”

Primmy spoke up. “A pickup truck,” she said. “Red and newish-looking. I know because it took out one of my rosebushes as they were leaving.”

“They must have been in a hurry,” Henry Lee said.

“I don’t know why. I only fired on them twice.”

That got a laugh.

“Billy said they have a boat, too, but I didn’t ask what kind. In any case, it’s been banned from the yacht club dock and moorings.”

“It’s a pity they couldn’t be banned from the island,” Lance said. “Is that possible?”