We exchanged insurance information, and I departed.

As I drove back to Dutch Island I tried to make sense of what had happened last night. Why attack a car? Why burn down a building and endanger lives just to destroy a vehicle? It was an act of sheer madness.

But the larger question was why had Junior Causey bailed Leon Wren out of jail in the first place, and why was he driving him around as he executed his mania? And then, why had Junior shot at my friends? Maybe it was something Joree could enlighten me on. I wished to hell someone could.

I was back at the fish camp just in time to join the boys for lunch. We took our sandwiches up to the picnic table just above the dock and enjoyed the meal in the thin sunlight that trickled through the broken clouds. Tybee had a dish of cat food and then curled up on the end of the table for a nap.

Parker wiped his lips with his paper napkin and spoke.

“Kennesaw, we should take a look at the cabin this afternoon and see what it needs for us to move in. Danny Ray and I have concluded that, before anything else, we need to rewire the living quarters of the boat and run some new hydraulic lines, which means we’ll have to pull apart a great deal of the interior of the boat.”

“No time like the present,” I replied. “Let’s give her a gander.”

We walked around to the front of the cabin. I inserted the key in the lock, and we went inside. The cabin was one large room, maybe sixteen feet wide and twice as long. There was a window on each side of the front door, and there were two additional windows on the right side of the room as you looked toward the back.

At the far end of the room was a small kitchen with a propane stove, a sink and counter with shelves above, and an ancient refrigerator that looked like it had been new when Eisenhower was president. In the corner opposite the kitchen a doorway led into a pantry, and from the pantry another door led into a tiny bathroom with a sink, toilet, and shower stall.

A second door in the bathroom took you out into the shed, which was open to the back of the house and gave direct communication with the dock. I assumed this was so if the wives or other women were visiting the camp they had ready access from the dock to the bathroom. It had the look of an afterthought. In fact the door was almost blocked by stuff stacked up in the shed.

We went back inside and looked around. Parker opened the fridge and saw that it was clean inside but not running. He looked behind and, finding the cord, plugged it in. It began to hum.