do not,â I said. âBut I will. They fell out of my hands when I was trying to get the gate open, so I shoved them off the dock with my foot. I was upset, and I wanted to get out of there.â
âUpset becauseââ
Richâs arm twitched against me.
âBecause while I was on board the boat with Mr. Archer, someone came out of the dark and snapped pictures of us. I gathered up my clothes and in the process I knocked over a candle, which set the boat on fire. Zach told me to go, so I ran. And that was the last time I saw him.â
âSo there was someone else on the boat with you two.â
âYes, but I donât know who it was.â
âSo there are photographs of the scene,â the officer said.
âThere were,â Rich said. âI saw them.â
I wanted to die for him.
âAnd where are they now?â the young cop asked.
âI burned them,â I heard myself say.
Boy Cop looked disappointed, and I wanted to grab his throat.
âHow did you get the pictures?â The detective looked from one of us to the other, like someone choosing between two half-rotten melons.
âThey were delivered to me at the fire station,â Rich said. âI donât know who and I donât know why. I brought them straight home and
confronted my wife.â
Boy Cop grunted.
Rich turned on him. âWould I be upset if something happened to the guy? No. Am I glad heâs disappeared? Yeah. But do I think my wife did anything to the dudeâyou gotta be kiddinâ me.â Rich dragged his gaze to me. âSheâs in love with him, okay? If she knew where he was, sheâd probably be with him. Nowâyou got anything else? âCause I gotta tell ya, Iâm sick of you beinâ in my house.â
The detective stood up. âThatâs it for now. Mrs. Costanas, donât leave town.â
I found my professor voice again. âI wasnât planning to.â
âYou either,â he said to Rich.
He started for the door and I followed him, determined that he not spend an unnecessary minute in our home. He stopped, his face now so close to mine I could see the nicotine stains on his teeth.
âOne more question. The secretary at your collegeââ He consulted his pad. âSebastian Young. He said you borrowed his master key to get into Archerâs office yesterday.â
I closed my eyes.
âWhat were you looking for?â
âI wanted to return some books, which I did,â I said.
âDid you find anything youâd left in there ?â Boy Cop asked.
âGet out!â
I whipped my head toward Rich. He started across the floor, teeth set into a grind, eyes menacing.
âI donât need an escort,â Updike said. He nodded Boy Cop out and followed him.
When they were gone, I leaned my forehead against the door. I didnât hear Rich make a move, not even as I turned to him and tried to see him through pained tears.
âThank you,â I said.
âDonât even start. I did that for our kids. I donât want them knowing anything about this.â He sucked in a ragged breath. âDo you hear me this time? Donât tell them anything.â
âI agree.â The professor voice had been replaced by a thin plea. âI was going to tell you what happened at the yacht club yesterdayââ
âYou went back thereâand to his office. You said it was over, and then you went looking for him.â
âTo make sure he knows itâs over!â
âHow many more clothes do you have to take off before heâll be convinced?â
He stormed up the steps.
CHAPTER SEVEN
A t the moment, Dr. Sullivan Crisp felt almost nothing like a psychologist. And that, he told himself, was exactly what he wanted.
Heâd picked the right place. The beach at Point No Point, the northernmost tip of the peninsula, stretched out before him like an endless playground strewn