“Let’s pop into the village store and get you some better gear.”

She drove them into the town and took them into the shop. “Hey, Billy,” she said. “It’s Carly, Stone’s friend.”

“Hey, Carly. Who are the two dweebs?”

“We need something that makes them look less dweeby.”

Billy waved a hand. “Knock themselves out.”

They left a few minutes later. Olshan wore a yellow V-neck sweater and a Sam Snead–style straw hat. Agent Paul wore a red windbreaker and a matching ball cap that simply read MAINE. And they both wore sneakers.

Carly stopped them on the way out and went over them for tags. “Now,” she said, “you are presentable, which is to say, unnoticeable. Hop in, I’m driving.”

Billy watched them from the front porch.

“Billy, you want to come along for camouflage?”

“What am I camouflaging?”

“Two obvious FBI agents.”

She introduced them, and they all got into the car, Carly and Billy in the front seat.

“Are we supposed to be looking at real estate?” Billy asked. “Is that the idea?”

“Yep.”

“Then why don’t they have wives? No man looks at houses without his wife.”

“They’re gay,” Carly said.

“Now wait a minute,” Paul objected.

“For purposes of this excursion. You’ll have plenty of time to deny it later.”

Olshan burst out laughing.

“One of them laughs,” Billy said, deadpan. “Here we go,” Billy said as they approached the new property of the Stone twins. “Just pull into the driveway.”

“We don’t want to be obvious,” Olshan said.

“Then act like a buyer.”

Carly pulled into the drive and stopped short of the yard, where various pieces of equipment were moving around.

Billy got out of the car and stood in the group, pointing here and there. “Camden is up that way. Lincolnville, where you got the ferry, is down that way. And a couple of doors away lives a guy named Ed Rawls, who’s ex-CIA, with his girlfriend. If you approach his property in an untoward way, he’ll shoot you where you stand. Remember that.”

Billy turned back and pointed at the house. “They’ve skinned it back to the bones and are starting over. The electrical and plumbing work is nearly finished, and the plastering is underway. The twins live in a big room on that corner of the house. They brought in enough furniture to make themselves comfortable. Any questions?”

“Can we take photographs?” Agent Paul asked.

“Sure, as long as your gear isn’t professional-looking.”

“How about with an iPhone?”

“Fire away.”

Paul took a dozen photos, and they got back into the car.

“All right,” Billy said. “Now we get a tour of the island.”

“I’m not sure if we have time before the ferry,” Olshan said.

“Unless you want your cover blown, act like a normal person,” Billy said, pointing at an upcoming house. “Primmy Primrose lives right there.”