“We met her at the Barrington house,” Olshan said.

“Yeah, she’s afraid to stay at home with the twins hovering.”

“Everyone is being very respectful of the twins,” Olshan remarked.

“Shit-scared would be a better description,” Billy said. “Those boys were pulling the heads off small, furry creatures when they were six. Everybody has been scared of them ever since. I’ve never seen the island relax the way it did the day they started their prison term. Now, they’re all tense again.”

“I’m negatively impressed,” Paul said.

“Me, too,” Olshan commented. “Make a note, Bob, we go armed at all times while we’re here.”

“Don’t think you’re safe off the island,” Billy said, “if they take an interest in you.”

“Let’s see that they don’t,” Olshan said.

“Too late,” Carly replied. “All you can do now is just try to look harmless.”

34

They drove past Primmy’s house, then on past the Jacksons’ place.

“Hang on,” Billy said. “Pull over here.”

Carly did so. “Something wrong?”

“I just want to take a look at something.” He walked back down the road a few paces and peered over the hedge at the Jacksons’ house, then he went back to the car and got in.

“Anything wrong?” Carly asked.

“Yes.” Billy got out his phone and called Stone.

“Hello?”

“It’s Billy. I’m out with Carly and the two FBI geeks, and we just passed the Jacksons’ place. Their car is sitting out front, and the driver’s door is open. Has been for two days, now.”

“Wait for me. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“What does the car door being open mean?” Olshan asked Billy.

“It means they haven’t closed it. Do you leave your car outside with the door open?”

“No, now that you mention it.”

“We’ll wait for Stone and Dino before we go in.”

“Do they have some expertise that we don’t?”

“Probably. They were both homicide detectives with the NYPD. Dino is the police commissioner down there.”

“I should have recognized the name,” Olshan said.

Stone’s MG appeared in Carly’s rearview mirror. Both cars pulled into the Jacksons’ driveway. Everybody, including Lance Cabot in the back seat, got out and followed them.

“Pretty place,” Olshan said.

“It used to belong to the Stone family. The twins murdered their parents here,” Billy said.

“Spooky vibes,” Carly said. “You guys go first.”

Stone found the front door ajar, and he pushed it open. “Henry Lee? Grace?”

“You won’t get an answer,” Carly said.

The group walked into the living room and found Henry Lee and Grace Jackson, posed in chairs at either end of the sofa, each with a pistol in hand and a neat hole in their foreheads.

“Jesus God,” Lance said. “How could this happen to these people?”

“Who are they?” Olshan asked.