They shook.
“How was the trip?” Parker asked.
“Unmemorable,” Bronsky said dismissively, waving at the town around them. “So, this is where she is?”
“No. This is Camden. Dame Felicity’s at Barrington’s house on Islesboro.”
“Why are we here and not there?”
“Because there are only three ways to get to the island. By scheduled ferry, by airplane, or by private boat. The first two risk our presence being noted. Since that’s something I’m sure you’ll agree we should avoid, number three is the only option.”
“You have secured a boat?”
“I have.” He turned to the younger man. “Would you please grab Mr. Bronsky’s luggage?”
“I’ll do it,” Bronsky said.
He retrieved the messenger bag from the car.
“Follow me,” Parker said.
He led Bronsky and Frank to a thirty-foot motorboat that had a partially enclosed cabin to protect the driver from the elements.
Parker gestured to a set of stairs leading down into the boat. “There’s a lounge below, if you’d like to be more comfortable.”
“I’m fine here,” Bronsky said.
Parker shrugged. “Suit yourself.” He glanced at Frank. “Get the ropes.”
While Frank untied them from the dock, Parker fired up the engine. As soon as they were free, he steered them through the marina and out into the bay.
It took a little more than twenty minutes to reach Islesboro. They then spent another fifteen following the coast, Parker keeping them five hundred yards from shore, before he held out a pair of binoculars to Bronsky and said, “It’s coming up.”
Bronsky took the field glasses and started to move to the back of the boat where he’d have a clearer view.
“No, look from in here,” Parker said. “There’s tint on the glass, so no one on shore will be able to see you.”
Heeding the advice, Bronsky raised the glasses and looked across the water.
“What am I looking for?” he asked.
“Big house with a dock that has a Hinckley boat moored to it.”
Bronsky didn’t know what a Hinckley boat looked like, but there was only one dock with a single vessel beside it. He said as much, then added, “But there are three houses close to it, not one.”
“Main house, guest house, and a garage with what looks like guest quarters above it,” Parker said. “All Barrington’s place.”
As Bronsky studied the property, he caught movement between the smaller buildings and the water. It took him a moment to realize it was a man dressed in dark clothes. He blended in well with the early evening shadows. When the man neared the dock, he stopped and lifted his own binoculars, appearing to train them directly on Bronsky.
“Shit,” Bronsky said as he quickly lowered his glasses. “You’re sure they can’t see in here?”
“Is one of them looking at us?” Parker asked. “Don’t worry. He didn’t see you.”
“Security team?”
Parker nodded.
“Size?”
