“Man, you didn’t finish painting the speed trap? Shit. That’s just too bad,” Macovich said.” ‘Cause I ain’t going back there unless it’s to buy crabs for the guv. If you ain’t buying something, you’d better not go back, either, unless you want to end up crab bait.”
“That’s fine,” Andy assured him. “I think there’s a serious case of dental fraud going on down there, but I’ll take care of it myself.”
Andy had not ended up crab bait, nor had he been foolish enough to return to the island in the same helicopter that clearly was marked STATE POLICE. He had been shrewd enough to get a buddy of his at the local charter service to let him use an unmarked Long Ranger . . .
“Andy!” Hammer stopped pacing and stared accusingly at him. “Are you with us, or did you already leave without letting me know?”
“I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I was just thinking about the Islanders and how their true feelings about us come out when we aren’t buying seafood or souvenirs. They were actually throwing rocks at the helicopter as we flew off.”
“How awful!” Windy said with overblown emotion. “You could have been killed. I mean, throwing rocks at a helicopter is a little more serious than sticks and bones will shake like stones but words will never hear me, now isn’t it?” She certainly wished Andy were older and would ask her out one of these days. “I don’t ever want to visit an island where they throw rocks and talk inside out.”
“I see you read Trooper Truth this morning,” Hammer wryly commented as Andy feigned ignorance.
“Wouldn’t miss him for all the eggs in China,” Windy gushed. “I sure do wish he’d put a picture of himself on his website. I’m just dying to know what he looks like.”
“He probably looks like a nerd.” Andy pretended to be critical and jealous of Trooper Truth. “You know how most of these computer jockeys are. And I’m getting sick of hearing Trooper Truth this and Trooper Truth that. You’d think he’s Elvis.”
“Well, I don’t think he’s Elvis. And I no longer believe he’s the governor using a ghost name, either,” Windy announced. “Not after what I read this morning. If the governor was Trooper Truth, then he wouldn’t criticize the governor, because that would be the same thing as criticizing himself and …”
“What else do we know about the kidnapped dentist?” Hammer interrupted as she started pacing the carpet again and wished she could tie Windy’s tongue in a knot.
“He was born in Reedville and has been volunteering out there on Tangier Island for more than ten years, although he doesn’t like to admit it to anyone, so the police said his wife said,” Windy answered. “Because it wouldn’t help his practice back home if patients knew he got most of his experience from working on Tangieri-ans. But at least he understands how they talk and he thinks like one.”
“How do you know what he understands or thinks?” Hammer was quite opposed to assumptions and found herself surrounded by them constantly.
“You know what they say about birds in a pod,” Windy reminded her. ”Everybody on that island thinks alike, and he’d have to think like them to work on their teeth. The Reedville police also mentioned that this Dr. Fox doesn’t have an address, only a P.O. box, and his wife claims there are no photos of him because he hates to have his picture taken. Also,” she gusted through the information, “he doesn’t have his social security number on his driver’s license or anything else, and all of his phones are answered by machines, and when he takes family vacations to exotic places, he never tells anybody where he’s going.”
“I think we need to run a few checks on him,” Andy suggested, as if the idea had never occurred to him before this minute. “Sounds to me like he’s hiding something. What about his lifestyle? Money?”
“Gobs of it,” Windy said. “The police told me he has this big, huge house and all these cars and private schools.”
“How do the police know what his house looks like if they can’t find an address for him?” Andy inquired.