"Agnes said we could look around, so that"s what we"re doing. Crank it up."
"Well, okay." Etta Mae turned the key and the little motor started up and began purring away. "Oh, that"s neat. But where"s the gearshift? I can"t find it."
I helped her feel around the dashboard and the steering column, then felt around the floor and the seat. "Wonder what this is," I said, moving a lever, thinking to adjust the seat.
The little cart spurted backward out of the garage, with Etta Mae yelling, "Whoa!" She hit the brakes just before we hit my car.
"Oh, my goodness," she said, resting her head on the steering wheel. "It got away from me." She sat up and blew out her breath. "We better figure this out a little better."
After a few minutes of trying this and that, consisting mostly of searching around for driving instructions, she said, "It"s got two gears-forward and reverse-and I was looking for first." She giggled nervously. "And guess what? No lights."
"No lights?" I said, feeling defeated before we"d even started. "How"re we going to search woods and fields without lights?"
"Yeah, and how"re we going to stay out of holes and ditches with no lights? It won"t work, Miss Julia. We"ll just have to wait for Ardis."
I could"ve cried until something else came to mind. "Etta Mae, you know that big, heavy flashlight that Coleman has? You know, like all the deputies carry? Wouldn"t you think Ardis has one, too?"
"You mean a heavy-duty Maglite? I expect he does."
"Run get it. If that Ram truck of his has everything you say, it"ll have a flashlight, too."
She sat for a few minutes, considering the matter-probably wondering how free she should be with her date"s property. Of course she was prepared to drive off in who knows whose go-cart, so I didn"t think borrowing a flashlight should hold her back.
"Well, shoot," Etta Mae said, and turned off the ignition. "If we"re gonna do it, we might as well do it. Be right back."
She ran to the Ram truck and climbed up into the cab, and I do mean climb-I would"ve had to use a ladder. I could see her head moving around, ducking down then up as her hands searched high and low for the flashlight.
"Got it!" she said, running back and practically falling into the driver"s seat of the golf cart. "He had it in a special bracket, close to hand. Now to figure out how to turn it on." She studied it from end to end, which was a good bit of ground to cover because the flashlight was at least a foot long. "Here it is. See, Miss Julia, you turn this dial then punch the b.u.t.ton on the end."
She did it and nearly blinded me. Never had I seen such a beam as that flashlight put out-must"ve been about a million candlepower. "Okay," I said, trying to blink away the afterimage. "You drive and I"ll light the way. Good gracious, this thing must weigh five pounds."
"A couple, anyway." Etta Mae fiddled with the gearshift. "I hope it"s in drive this time," she said, with her foot on the brake. She turned the wheels, then cranked the engine.
And off we went across the courtyard toward the front of the house, Etta Mae hunched over the wheel, and me hanging halfway out of the cart, holding on to the roll bar with one hand and aiming the flashlight beam in front of us with the other.
"Throw it out a little farther, Miss Julia," Etta Mae yelled. "We"ve only got one speed, and I"m outrunning the light."
I half stood, trying to aim the beam far enough in front of the hood for her to see where we were going. "Watch out!" I screamed as the fountain loomed before us. The imminent collision had me swinging the beam all over the place.
Etta Mae swerved, almost throwing me out. "Aim it, Miss Julia! I can"t see!"
I steadied the light as much as I could while holding on for dear life. Etta Mae swerved the cart away from the fountain and bounced us off the pavers onto the lawn, mowing down a bed of annuals as she went.
"Twist the k.n.o.b, Miss Julia," Etta Mae said, straining to see what else she was about to run into. "See if there"s a broader beam."
I did, casting the beam all around while I did it, and sure enough we soon had a beam that lit up a wide swath in front and to the sides of the golf cart.
After that, we began to get the hang of it and settled down to carefully search along the line of trees bordering the drive. Settled down, I say, except for when Etta Mae hit uneven ground, which had us springing up and down and in and out of the seats, and almost entirely out of the cart. When we reached the front gate, Etta Mae turned to follow the rail fence to the corner, where she turned again to run alongside it at the far edge of the property.
I occasionally swung the light to the side to look across the lawn for any lump that might be a dying man. Each time I did it, Etta Mae screamed that she couldn"t see.
When we pa.s.sed the house far to our right, a stand of evergreens blocked our way. Etta Mae slowed and stopped. "I don"t think we ought to go in there. We might get stuck."
"It"s not that muddy, is it?"
"No, I mean stuck between trees. Let"s go along the edge and concentrate on the lawn. Because why would he go in the woods if he knew you were coming to pick him up?"
"You"re right. But I tell you, Etta Mae, I"ve got to swap places with you. I don"t know if I can drive this thing, but my arm"s about to break off. This light is heavy."
"Okay, you can drive it. There"s nothing to it really."
We exchanged places, and instead of sitting and holding the flashlight out to the side, she stood sideways so that most of herself was hanging out of the golf cart. She wrapped one arm around a roll bar and balanced the flashlight on the roof with the other.
"Don"t hit any b.u.mps," she said. "I"m hanging on by a thread."
After a few unintended spurts of speed, accompanied by shrieks from Etta Mae, I managed to gain some control and drove us along the back edge of the manicured lawn. We pa.s.sed from some little distance the cabana and pool where the garden party had been held. Then a white rail fence began again, which at least gave me something to steer by. I could hear horses snorting behind it, and figured that was the last place Adam would be.
Actually, I had counted on finding him along the drive, a.s.suming that he would"ve been trying to walk out. Not having found him there, the next most likely place, it seemed to me, would be a utility building of some kind where a generator would be housed. And that brought to mind the possibility that Adam had been burned or shocked when he was repairing it. Generators scare me anyway. Obviously, though, he"d fixed the thing, for Agnes had lights, even if she wouldn"t turn them on.
I tried not to think of what could"ve happened, turning instead to trying to see and steer at the same time. Maybe, I hoped, Ardis had shaken some information out of Nellie, and we"d have a better idea of where to focus our search.
I declare, it was worrying me to death that we"d come up empty so far. Adam had said he was at Agnes"s, and so were we. He"d said his truck was gone, yet we"d found it. He"d said he was dying, but where was he doing it?
I didn"t know what else to do except keep on looking, but if we didn"t soon find him and if Ardis had struck out with Nellie, I"d made up my mind to call in the professionals.
Chapter 48.
"Watch out!" Etta Mae screamed. "Turn, Miss Julia, turn!"
I zipped left, just missing another rail fence behind a huge structure that I a.s.sumed to be a barn-a fairly good a.s.sumption considering the odor and the nicker of horses. Could Adam be in the barn, curled up in a dry stall? Maybe, but I wasn"t eager to deal with large animals. Better to let Ardis handle that while we continued to search the grounds.
It was a fortunate turn I"d made in avoiding the fence, for we found ourselves on a wide gravel-covered path. It led away from the house and toward a cl.u.s.ter of shrubs and small trees with just the dark outline of what looked to be a shed of some kind. I slowed as we came abreast of it to let Etta Mae sweep the open structure with the light beam. Empty, except for a couple of bicycles and a wheelbarrow.
Etta Mae leaned under the canvas top of the cart to get my attention. "Slow down. I see some lights way over yonder."
I took my foot off the accelerator and came to a stop, wondering who had lights that worked in spite of Agnes Whitman. Etta Mae pointed the flashlight to the right, lighting up a thick growth of laurel under a stand of trees some several yards from us. "See "em?" she asked, and straining to see over the bushes, I got a quick glimpse of yellow light glimmering through the trees and the roof of a long, low structure that looked like a roadside motel.
"I can"t see doodly," I said, craning to look where she was aiming the beam.
"Looks like candles or something in a window," Etta Mae said. "I think I see the Jeep, too-the top of it anyway. So Ardis must still be talking to Nellie."
"Well, I"ll tell you what"s a fact, Etta Mae, the time for talking and tooling around in the dark is about over. We"ll never find Adam this way, and the boy is dying. We"ve got to come up with something else."
She turned off the flashlight, surrounding us with a night as black as sin, and slid into the seat beside me. "You think we ought to call the sheriff, I mean our sheriff, and get a search party going?"
"Yes, I do. Where"s your cell phone?"
"In Ardis"s truck. You have yours, don"t you?"
I leaned my head on the little steering wheel, just done in. "It"s in my pocketbook, left in the car." I knew I should"ve brought my pocketbook. I never went anywhere without it, yet here I was, unarmed and unprepared.
"Let"s just go on," Etta Mae said. "Ardis will have his, and we"re closer to him than the car." She stood up again, holding on to the bar, and lit the way. "This path ought to swing around and come out where he is."
Almost in despair, I cranked up the cart and followed the light. The path swung around, all right, but not toward Ardis and the Jeep. It meandered away from the way we wanted to go, up and down small hills, curving and getting b.u.mpier. "We"re getting farther away, Etta Mae. I don"t know where we"re going."
She dropped back into the seat and swung the beam along each side of us. Trees lined the path with no break that I could see. Total darkness surrounded the light beam.
"We"re in the woods," Etta Mae said, in some wonder. "How did we do that?"
"I don"t know, but I"d turn around if I had room." The path had gotten noticeably narrower, and the trees were so close there was no s.p.a.ce for such a maneuver.
"Maybe you can back out."
"In reverse?" I was appalled. "Etta Mae, it"s all I can do to back out of my driveway. There"s no way I can do it here."
"Well, me, either," she admitted. "Let"s just go on. It has to come out somewhere. I mean we"re still on the Whitman place."
Yes, we were, but we weren"t on gravel any longer. The path had become a dirt track with mud holes and slick spots.
"Hey, look!" Etta Mae cried, as she steadied the beam off the track during one of her sweeps, leaving me as blind as a bat. I took my foot off the accelerator, bringing the cart to a stop. "There"s a little path. See it? And look, there"s something back there in the trees."
She aimed the light at a muddy but well-worn footpath leading off the track we were on. Heavy undergrowth bordered the path, but as she played the beam farther along it, I could make out a small weathered building almost hidden in the undergrowth.
"What would be stuck out here in the woods?" I said, not expecting an answer. "We better check it out, Etta Mae. With the rain we"ve had, Adam would"ve looked for some kind of shelter. Come on, we"ll have to walk up. It"s too narrow to drive on."
We got out of the cart, and Etta Mae handed me the flashlight. "You go first," she said. "I"ll catch you if you slip."
I used the flashlight to pick my way around mud holes on the footpath, walking carefully. Etta Mae suddenly grabbed my shoulder, startling me so bad that I swung the beam around among the tree tops. "Look!" she hissed. "There"s a light on. Somebody"s up there."
It was a dim light from a window, barely visible in the dark, and not at all when the high-powered beam was on it. "Come on," I said, my heart lifting. "Maybe it"s him."
The hut, for that"s what it was, wasn"t far, only a few yards from the main path, but a fairly steep few yards. I was breathing heavily by the time we reached what looked to be a one-room outbuilding. The footpath ended at a door made of wide boards.
I tried the doork.n.o.b, but the door was locked, firmly. It didn"t even rattle when I rapped sharply on it. "Adam? Are you in there? It"s me, Julia Murdoch."
With my ear against the door, all I could hear was the sound of rain dripping from the trees. I yelled his name a couple of times, but there was no response.
"Somebody has to be in there," I said. "There"s a light on."
"Not much of one, though," Etta Mae said. "Hey, there"s a little window over there. Maybe we can see in."
She pushed through a wet shrub to a small high window, barely large enough for both of us to look through at the same time. I followed, getting soaked in the process.
Standing on tiptoes, our heads next to each other, we looked through the dusty window and saw a single candle set on a saucer in the middle of a dirt floor.
"Throw the light on it," Etta Mae said, and I did. Lot of good it did, though, because the opaque glare against the dust on the inside reflected back at us.
"I can"t see anything," I said, as I fiddled with the flashlight to dim the beam and cut down the glare. I played the light through the window, casting it around the floor. I kept expecting to find Adam curled in a corner awaiting help.
Then Etta Mae screamed. "Swing it back! Swing it back! Over the candle, oh, my Lord, look at that!"
Aiming at the candle, I could see dangling above it two long bare feet. I thought my heart would stop. Etta Mae"s fingers were digging into my shoulder, but I hardly felt it. Fear of what had happened to Adam almost took me out of myself. Trembling, I tried to aim the light on the body, but I couldn"t keep it steady. Perspiration popped out on my face, or it might have been rainwater. I couldn"t tell.
"He hung himself!" Etta Mae cried, her voice trembling. "He"s just ... just hanging there!" She grabbed the flashlight from me and steadied the beam on the body.
My first full look as Etta Mae ran the light up and down the body made me sag against her in relief. It wasn"t Adam. I knew without being able to see the man"s face, for his head was bowed to his ink-covered chest. His long arms hung limply by his side, and he was as near naked as I"d ever seen outside a bedroom, with only a tiny Lycra brief covering what ought to stay covered.
"Good grief," Etta Mae whispered, tremors vibrating through her body. "Is that a Speedo?" Then she gasped and stumbled back, the light bouncing around the walls. "Oh, my goodness, he"s not hanging, he"s suspended!"
I grabbed the flashlight and saw it all-two leather thongs running from a block on the ground up over a rafter and down to two metal hooks sticking through the skin, one on each side of the man"s chest. Blood dripped from the slits where the hooks were inserted.
One look was enough. Scrambling to get away, my own skin crawling with horror, I jumped back and b.u.mped into Etta Mae. She grabbed me and held on.
"No, wait," she yelled. "Wait, Miss Julia, we have to do something. He could be alive." Etta Mae"s limited medical experience was coming to the fore, and I was the better for it. She gave me a little shake to bring me to my senses.
"Okay, okay," I managed to say. Of course we"d have to cut him down. We couldn"t just leave him there, suspending to death, while we went for help.
We knocked on the window, then banged on the door, but there was no answer and no movement from the man. Etta Mae pushed through the bushes around the hut to look for another way in-even a window big enough to crawl through-leaving me in the dark and none too happy about it.
Thoroughly soaked, she came back around. "Nothing. No way in at all. He"s locked himself in or ..." She stopped, took a rasping breath and went on. "Or somebody else hung him and left him locked up." I could hear her breathing-little whimpers coming with each breath she took. "That"s what happened, Miss Julia, somebody strung him up!"
"Oh, my Lord," I whispered, looking over my shoulder toward the dark woods. "We better get out of here, Etta Mae."
"I know it, but he could still be alive. Hold on, let"s try something." She pushed her way to the small window again, stood on tiptoe, and aimed the beam at the Hanging Man. "Bang on the door as loud as you can," she told me. "I"ll watch to see if he moves."
I did, and she did, but he didn"t. "It"s too late," she said. Then grasping my arm, she said, "Let"s get out of here. Whoever did it might come back."
Appalled and terrified, I scurried along behind Etta Mae and the light back down the path to the cart. But the farther we went on the slippery path, the more anxious I became to put some distance between us and the unspeakable sight we"d left. By the time we reached the cart, we were both half sliding, half running, and completely out of breath.
Chapter 49.
"You drive!" I cried, falling into the pa.s.senger seat. "Hurry, Etta Mae, crank it, crank it!"