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do?”
    “Reconnoiter,” I said.
    “I need coffee,” Susan said, “and a bath, and a bright mirror, and food.”
    “That will depend on when the power comes back on,” I said.
    “Omigod,” Susan said. “No coffee? A cold bath?”
    “Maybe there’s a generator,” I said.
    We went out of the barn.
    “Want to walk with me while I scope out the island,” I said. “Make sure.”
    “Yes,” she said. “I don’t want to be someplace without you.”
    “Here we go,” I said.
    We circled the island. It was a small island. It didn’t take long. I carried my gun in my right hand at my side. I was pretty sure all the evildoers had gone. But there was no reason not to be careful. Halfway around the island there was a body. It was one of the Tashtego patrol guys. Susan stopped. I went ahead and knelt down and looked at his storm-soaked body. He’d been shot once, as far as I could see, in the forehead. I nodded to myself and got up and went back to Susan.
    “Dead,” I said. “I suspect we’ll find the others the same way.”
    “Rugar?” Susan said.
    “Sure,” I said. “Keeping busy. While everybody’s getting ready for the wedding, he walked around and popped these guys, one at a time.”
    “They’d have had no reason to be suspicious,” Susan said. “So well dressed, so distinguished, just another wedding guest, taking a stroll.”
    “Yep.”
    “One at a time,” Susan said. “What kind of a man does that?”
    “Probably not a people person,” I said.
    There was another security guy dead behind the chapel. Same bullet hole in his forehead. The chapel itself was empty except for the two bodies near the altar rail. The doors were standing open, the candlesticks tipped over, the flowers scattered, the gauze draping tangled and wet.
    We moved on into the main house. The sun was up by now, but even so I could see that lights were on in the house. And I could hear the sound of the generator. Probably one of those that kicked in automatically when the power went out. The front door was locked, like that would have slowed Rugar down had he wanted to come in. I walked along the front of the house and looked in the floor-to-ceiling windows at the living room. The wedding guests were there, some asleep on the furniture, some asleep on the floor, some staring apprehensively out the window at me. Most of them looked as if they’d spent a lot of time outside in the weather. Sitting quietly in a big wing chair by the fireplace, Heidi saw me and stood. I pointed to the front door, and she nodded and walked toward it and let me in.
    “Oh my God,” she said. “I thought you were dead. Do you know where Adelaide is?”
    “Helicopter took off,” I said. “I assume she was aboard.”
    “Oh, Jesus,” Heidi said.
    “They took her for a reason,” I said. “If they wanted to kill her, they could have done it here.”
    She nodded.
    “Did you have any chance to save her?” she said.
    “No,” I said.
    “I’m sure you did your best,” she said.
    I nodded.
    “Anyone call the cops?” I said.
    “Yes. Several people had cell phones. As soon as the candles blew out in the chapel, we all ran out and hid everyplace. The people with cell phones called nine-one-one. But of course the police had no way to get here.”
    “They’ll be along,” I said.
    “Have the criminals all gone?” Heidi said.
    “I just scoped the island,” I said, “and found nobody.”
    “Thank God for small favors,” she said.
    “Or big ones,” I said.
    “Are you all right, Dr. Silverman,” Heidi said.
    “Yes,” Susan said.
    Heidi studied us for a moment. Her face was pinched, and she looked pallid. But she was not giving in to whatever she felt.
    “There’s hot water,” Heidi said. “I’m going to the kitchen now to see if we can get some sort of breakfast together. See if I can find any of the staff.”
    Susan and I went to our room, and I got the first sight of myself in the mirror. I looked like I was in blackface . . .