Kelly’s heart pounded furiously. Matt would have needed lights to spot the boat in the dark from the plane. “Tell me more about these lights,” she said.

Timmy scratched his head. “It was just a row of lights set in a metal bracket. I think there were four of them.”

“Were the lights larger than what a boat would normally be equipped with?”

“Yeah. I imagine they would have been pretty bright at night.”

“Did you ask him what he was doing with these lights?”

“At first, yeah, when we were hanging out by his car. He said they were stage lights. But like I said, he told me he wasn’t taking them with him, then he did.” Timmy shook his head. “He was acting real weird. Chuck and I talked about him afterward. We thought he might be picking up drugs or something out at sea.” Timmy acted hopeful. “Was he a drug dealer?”

Kelly took out the photograph. “Was this him?”

Timmy’s whole face screwed up in concentration. Kelly had to give him a full minute before he responded. “No. That guy had blond hair.”

“Did he have a beard and mustache as well?”

“Oh yeah. This guy doesn’t.”

Kelly could see that. “How long was his hair?” she asked patiently.

“Pretty long.”

“Down to his collar? Way over his collar?”

“Way over his collar.”

“How long was his beard?”

“Long. Six inches, maybe more.”

“What color were his eyes?”

“I don’t know.”

“How tall was he?”

“I’m not sure. Tall as me, I think.”

Timmy was six foot. Matt had been six foot.

“Is there anything else you remember about Schiller?” Kelly asked.

“Yeah. He looked haunted.”

KELLY RETURNED to the office and scanned Matt’s photograph into the computer. The FBI had a program that helped them build up composite sketches. Ordinarily she would have sought out assistance but the program was not difficult to work and she was in a hurry. It took her awhile but she managed to add a variety of blond wigs and beards to Matt’s picture. She also played with his eye color. When she was done she had a dozen different takes of Matt in disguise. Printing them out, she called Chuck and Timmy and told them to remain at the marina until she returned.

She separated them before showing them the pictures. Picture number six—they both agreed, that was Simon Schiller. Neither of the guys even realized they were looking at a modified version of the same picture they had seen hours earlier. Kelly thanked them for their time and returned to her car and let out a scream.

“You sonofabitch!” she cried.