camera was the strangest of all. I donât think thereâs much chance of finding him. How low can you get, stealing from a kid?â
âBridger tried to tell Jack not to hand over the camera to the man, but Jack did, anyway,â Ashley said. âHuh, Bridger?â
Bridgerâs voice was flat. âI guess.â
Jack looked out the window, then back to his parents. âHe had an expensive boatâitâs not like he couldnât afford to buy a camera. I donât understand why he took mine.â
âThereâs no telling with people,â Steven explained. âItâs like with the shark: You think you can figure it out by just looking at the situation, and thenâwham! You find things are not what they seem. Thatâs the way life is. Sometimes you just donât know.â Maybe Steven wasnât intentionally directing that at Bridger, but it wouldnât have mattered anyway. Bridgerâs eyes were locked on his fork. He plucked one of the tines with his thumbnail as if he were picking a string on a guitar. Plink, plink, plink. If this had been a movie, Jack thought, the sound track would have started up right then with one of those gloomy cowboy songs.
What right did Bridger have to mope? It was Jack whoâd lost his prized possession. He was so caught up in his own unhappiness that at first he didnât tune in to what Ashley was saying.
ââ¦and he said he was fishing, but there wasnât any fishing pole in his boat, or any fish, or bait, âcause I looked. And another thing I looked atâyou know how boats have numbers painted on the side? Well, this one had FL and then a 10, and I donât remember the rest.â
Steven spread out his napkin on his lap. âToo bad you donât. But you couldnât be expected to remember. Thereâd be too many numbers and letters.â
âBut I remember the name on the motor,â Ashley said. âMercury. Thatâs what it said. Mercury.â
âThanks for trying to play detective, Ashley,â Jack told her, âbut âMercuryâ is on half the outboard motors around here. But heyââ He gave his sister a little punch. âYouâre good! â
Ashley accepted the compliment as if it were her due. âI noticed this, too,â she said. âThat man said he was from Massachusetts, but he sounded more like the people around here.â
âWhat do you mean?â Olivia asked.
âWell, he said âyâall.â And âmosquitersâ instead of âmosquitoes.ââ
âThat doesnât count for much,â Steven commented. âYou canât tell where someoneâs from just by hearing a couple of words.â
âWhat else?â Jack asked, alert. âTell me more.â
Encouraged, Ashley went on, âHe had one of those really expensive watches. A Rollo-dex.â
âYou mean Rolex,â Olivia said.
âWhatever. And something elseâhis beard was a different color than the hair on his arms.â
Now all of them were staring at her.
âI mean, his arm hairs were real blondâreally, really blondâand his beard was kind of a dark brown. Well, he couldnât fake his arm hairs, could he? But he could have faked a beard.â
âAshleyâ¦.â Stevenâs tone was skeptical. âAll this sounds pretty wild. Fake beards? Why would anyoneâ?â
âCause with the hat and sunglasses and his beard, we couldnât really see his face. He didnât want us to.â
Steven just shook his head.
âDad, how come you never believe me?â Ashley asked. âJack does, but you donât.â
âI believe her, too,â Bridger said, low. âWell, maybe not the beard part, but everything else Ashley said is right. About us not seeing his face, and about him having money. Iâve seen lots of rich guys when the rodeo goes to Las Vegas. They wear