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Vacation homes for wealthy families from Boston, she guessed, and right now at the tail end of fall, only one of them had any lights showing.
    She slowed to a crawl, and cut to parking lights only. Barely enough to light the way, but it seemed smarter than full headlights right now, in case anyone was looking. Less eyecatching.
    The road ran along behind the row of houses, each enclosed with a high wall and iron gates. When she came to the one with lights showing, she paused, idling the engine. The houses were cut into the hill here, so they looked single-story from this side, although she’d seen from the approach that they were at least two-story from the bay. Out back of this house there were two automobiles, a sleek black Mercedes and a blue sedan that looked just like the blue sedan that had forced Denny off the road back in the White Mountains.
    They were here!
    She drove on past, keeping slow as the parking lights didn’t help much. Safely out of sight, she switched to headlights again and almost immediately spotted a track down to the bay. She pulled over and climbed out, stretching her aching body, sore after so much driving.
    What was she going to do?
    She really didn’t know. She had no idead what she was going to find. Best case, and Denny would have worked his slippery charm and the two old buddies would have cracked a beer or two over old times.
    She knew, though, that best case was about as likely as Hell opening up for the ski season this year.
    Please, Denny: be alive for me!
    She’d reason with Brady. She’d plead. She’d tell him she had Billy Ray’s backing and they would find some way to work things out.
    She’d do whatever it took...
    She followed the track between two lines of high brick wall, and emerged at one end of the bay. Looking back along the curve of the beach, a couple of hundred yards away she could see Brady’s family house. There were a couple of lights on in upstairs rooms, but the brightest light came from a wide set of windows on the ground floor. That place must have one Hell of a view out over the water in daylight.
    She walked along the beach, treading carefully on the pebbles and larger rocks. Somewhere out over the water a bird gave a ghostly, wailing cry, and she knew exactly how it felt.
    Closer to, the family house was quite a place, designed to slot into the hillside with the beach and the bay as its focus. Brady’s family must have had some serious wealth before he’d blown it all. Before he and Denny had blown it all. She saw things from a fresh perspective then: Denny was a chancer, he’d built things up and lost them; but for Brady, wealth was a thing he was accustomed to, something that was his by right. To lose it all...
    By the beach, the walls were lower, and it was easy to climb over, even with her bruises and aches from crashing the station wagon that morning. Inside the wall, a garden led up to the house. It had the air of somewhere carefully tended but now abandoned, pruned and sculpted trees and shrubs gone a bit shaggy, grass growing from cracks in the paving.
    She climbed some steps to a paved area, and there she could stand in the shadows and look into that brightly-lit ground floor room.
    It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the glare and then she wished for a moment that they hadn’t.
    First thing she saw was Denny. He was sitting on a wooden chair facing out, as if he’d been arranged so he could appreciate the view when it had been daylight.
    His blue shirt hung in tatters from that athletic frame. His chest was black, blue and red. They’d been beating him, bruising him and making him bleed. His head hung low, chin against his chest, and it was some time before he looked up and she saw blackness around his eyes and a thick, split lip.
    He couldn’t move. He was bound around the ankles to the legs of the chair, and his arms were pulled back tight behind him, where they must be similarly secured.
    He looked broken. Wrecked.
    But