"You told me that," de Gier said. "So where is Lorraine? Hidden and locked up by Flash and Bad George? Who's been feeding her all week?"
"Ever thought of tunnels?" Grijpstra asked.
"Tunnels," de Gier said. "Fascinating. You're supposed to get sucked into them after you have a heart attack. Then you come back and tell the folks back home what death is all about. We have Lorraine crawling back out of astral tunnels now?"
"Regular tunnels," Grijpstra said. "Tunnels of greed. Didn't you see that poster in the window at Perkins* Sports Store? Old-fashioned men in waistcoats leaning on then-spades in front of a large shed with SILVER MINE written on the roof?"
"Wasn't that just another sham? Some rumor started to drive up the price of real estate?"
"The men in the waistcoats didn't know that yet. They dug lots of tunnels." Grijpstra patted his boulder. "Right here, these very islands, Jeremy, Squid, and Bar. All three of them have been tunneled for silver. I asked Beth. She showed me her family album. Her uncles got duped too. They borrowed money, bought the islands, went bankrupt, sold out."
"Flash and Bad George are feeding a chained-up Lorraine in an island tunnel?"
"Why assume willful constraint?" Grijpstra asked. "Why would she be kept there against her will?"
"She's cooperating?" de Gier asked. "She's out to get me? But we were having an affair, Henk…"
"Did you humiliate Lorraine in any way?" Grijpstra asked.
De Gier jumped offhis rock. He raised his voice. "We were having a good time together."
"Aha," Grijpstra said. "Overreacting, are we? Did you, or did you not, put your loved one down in any way? Answer the question, suspect."
The lone coyote raised her voice too, howling sadly.
"Lorraine is a feminist," de Gier said, after the howl died down. "It's hard to share a good time with someone who keeps talking about Women and Earth, leaving no place for us suckers."
"No," Grijpstra said. "I've had that out with Nellie. Feminists believe in equality between sexes. You always do your superior thing, just for laughs, because you're not supposed to these days. That's not funny now. It aggravates the other party. Half of mankind, kept barefoot and pregnant in kitchens."
"Just kidding," de Gier said.
"You kidded with Lorraine?"
De Gier sat on his rock again.
"Yes?" Grijpstra asked.
"Yes," de Gier asked. "So I said something about women's tendency to invite abuse."
"And you were serious?"
"Takes two to tango," de Gier said.
"For God's sake," Grijpstra said. "What about my Nellie? Hey? And her Gerard? The pimp? You think she liked being in that position? You're not that stupid."
De Gier sat quietly.
"You tell Lorraine she invites abuse, and then you kick her down some clifls."
De Gier lifted a hand. "Lorraine is dancing around in the tunnels cackling with glee? Woman sets Man up for a change? All this was planned? And Aki is in this too? Thatfc why she wanted to drive you to Boston? To find out how much, if any, you suspected? Aki and Lorraine sharing money extorted from me by Flash and Bad George?"
Grijpstra looked at the moon, smaller and higher now, but still luminous and powerful.
"You can't be right," de Gier said. "There's still the corpse Flash and Bad George showed me, and I recognize corpses, no matter how befuddled I get. But if this is revenge, then Aki is in it too. And Beth. Don't underestimate Beth. That dinner party she threw for you because you had such a good time with her lover, you think that little trip just happened?"
"Yes," Grijpstra said. "I had to change guilders into dollars and Aki wanted to go to Boston anyway to see the Hawaiian art exhibition. Beth was too busy to accompany Aki. You offered the Ford product. It all just happened."
"No foresight?"
"Hindsight," Grijpstra said. "Things happened and Aki happened right along."
"To test you?"
"Of course." Grijpstra smiled. "To test you through me. If I was an asshole too…"
"Then you would have shoved Aki down some rocks offtheinterstate's shoulder…"De Gier dropped his head a little sideways. "Please. .."
Grijpstra dropped his head a little sideways too. "Don't you see? Your general attitude toward Lorraine was abrasive, humiliating, arrogant. Aki and Beth back Lorraine. The idea was to punish men in general; you were the man in particular. Nobody knew how that was to come about, no plan had been discussed, and nothing would have happened if you hadn't been rude to Lorraine that evening, just as she was very susceptible… getting dark at that time… her period. .. very vulnerable, Rinus. You pushed, she fell, she bled, she was found by her friends…"
De Gier gestured defensively.
"Truth hurts," Grijpstra said. "I'm just showing you another side of the picture, a nasty side-your side was nothing to phone home about either. The locals need money for a new boat and here you are, incredibly rich, an outsider they can prey on…"
"Flash came by this morning," de Gier said. "To ask about his outstanding bills. I told him I'd only pay reasonable rates for the use of his boat and his time, and something for Bad George, say five hundred dollars in all. He said that would be fine."
"No threats?" Grijpstra asked.
"No."
"No anger?"
"Flash seemed relieved."
"Where was Bad George?"
"He stayed on the boat."
"Did you ask Flash about the corpse?"
"No," de Gier said. "But that corpse exists. I saw it. A corpse with Lorraine's hair."
"Not her feet?"
"Maybe not her feet."
"There may be no grave," Grijpstra said. "But Aki is still involved and maybe Beth, and Flash wants to stay in with them. The corpse you saw was not Lorraine's."
"You can't be sure," de Gier said.
"Once we see a living Lorraine pick up beer cans right here in front of us, on this very beach," Grijpstra said, "we will be sure."
"You think that's about to happen?"
"I wouldn't be surprised."
"So there is no corpse?" de Gier asked. "I was seeing things that night? The evil blackmailers fooled me?"
"We're still theorizing," Grijpstra said. "You're a trained Murder Brigade detective. You claim to have seen a corpse, but you were also out of your mind. I'm proposing now that Lorraine is alive and that therefore there was no corpse."
"If Lorraine is alive," de Gier said, "she is hiding and Aki must be feeding her. There's still that university paper Lorraine is writing on loons. She wouldn't give up on that. Those two will be out loon viewing some mornings."
"Wouldn't you see them?"
"I haven't been getting up early much," de Gier said. "I should have. Best time of the day…
"Drinking, smoking pot, playing CDs," Grijpstra said. "You're not getting any younger. A hermit needs his rest. So they know the spiritual seeker sleeps late?"
"We could make sure," de Gier said, as he rowed Grijpstra back to Squid Island. "If you're right, which you still may not be, Aki and Lorraine will be watching us."
"Here? But Squid Island is between Jeremy Island and Bar Island. They can't have seen us put out those cans and things."
"They could see us on Squid Island," de Gier said.
Later that night the sounds of jazz ballads composed by Miles Davis and Sonny Rollins floated from the pagoda, across the channel between Squid Island and nearby Jeremy Island. De Giei^s tall silhouette and Grijpstra's plumper form were framed in the pagoda's brightly lit windows. The silhouettes appeared to be smoking pot, making exaggerated movements as they waved their reefers.
"I can feel binoculars aimed at us," Grijpstra said.
De Gier fanned his burning stash of marijuana, set on a plate. "The wind is their way. I think they will smell this."
"You think they're on the water somewhere, in their kayaks?" Grijpstra asked.
De Gier didn't think so. Lorraine didn't see too well in the dark. Grijpstra thought that was interesting. "Night blind?"