“We have to go under it,” he said. “We can’t get around.” He studied the span. “You see anybody?”

Sachs looked. She saw a few flashes of light. “Maybe. I can’t tell. There’s too much glare.”

“That’s where the assholes’d be waiting for us,” he said uneasily. “I always worry about the bridge. People looking for you.”

Always?

Garrett beached the boat and shut the motor off. He climbed out and unscrewed a turn-bolt securing the outboard, which he pulled off and hid in the grass, along with the gas tank.

“What’re you doing?” she asked.

“Can’t take a chance of getting spotted.”

Garrett took the cooler and the water jugs out of the boat and lashed the oars to the seats with two pieces of greasy rope. He poured the water out of a half dozen of the jugs and recapped them, set them aside. He nodded toward the bottles. “Too bad about the water. Mary Beth doesn’t have any. She’ll need some. But I can get some for her from this pond near the cabin.” Then he waded into the river and gripped the boat by the side. “Help me,” he said. “We’ve got to capsize it.”

“We’re going to sink it?”

“No. Just turn her upside down. We’ll put the jugs underneath. She’ll float fine.”

“Upside down?”

“Sure.”

Sachs realized what Garrett had in mind. They’d get up underneath the boat and float past the bridge. The dark hull, low in the water, would be almost impossible to see from the bridge. Once they were past they could right the boat and row the rest of the way to where Mary Beth was.

He opened the cooler and found a plastic bag. “We can put our things in it that we don’t want to get wet.” He dropped his book, The Miniature World, inside it. Sachs added her wallet and the gun. She tucked her T-shirt into her jeans and slipped the bag down the front of her shirt.

Garrett said, “Can you take my cuffs off?” He held his hands out.

She hesitated.

“I don’t want to drown,” he said, eyes imploring.

I’m scared. Make him stop!

“I won’t do anything bad. I promise.”

Reluctantly Sachs fished the key from her pocket and undid the cuffs.

The Weapemeoc Indians, native to what is now North Carolina, were, linguistically, part of the Algonquin nation and were related to the Powhatans, the Chowans and the Pamlico tribes in the Mid-Atlantic portion of the United States.