figured I had as much room as I needed.â
âYou scatter the dirt out there in the woods?â
He nodded. âIt took a lot of time and effort. Iâd fill a gunnysack and haul it off and spread the dirt thin, then come back and do it again. I donât recommend it as a way to build yourself a house. You want some coffee? Iâm about to brew some.â
âSure.â
He went into his kitchen and soon the smell of fresh coffee filled the air. He came back with two cups.
I took mine and said, âIâd guess that one problem was hauling the wood and other stuff in here without being seen. Thereâs a lot of traffic out there on Airport Road.â
He nodded. âIt was easier in the winter because there werenât so many people around. I couldnât do much in the summer unless I waited till late at night when the moon was bright and I could move through the woods without killing myself. It was slow going. I did better off-season.â He sipped his coffee and looked around the room. âAnd now that the place is finally in shape, here you are and Iâll be moving along.â
âNot necessarily,â I said. âIâm guessing that you must have used that Vineyard Haven apartment to get your PO box and any other papers that required a street address.â
âThatâs right. Once I got the papers, all I needed was the PO box. Howâd you know I lived in that apartment?â
âBecause I went to the apartment looking for you. I got the address from a friend.â
He looked down into the coffee cup. âAre you some kind of cop, J.W.? Why were you looking for me?â
âIâm not a cop. Somebody asked me to find you, thatâs all.â
âWho? Why?â
âI may tell you later, after we talk some more.â
âHowâd you find me, anyway?â
I told him and he shook his head. âIt serves me right. Iâve been careless lately. Too cocky, too casual. A year ago I would have been watching my back. A year ago you wouldnât have found that tire track.â
âI wouldnât have found the track today if I hadnât been looking for it, but youâre probably right about getting too sure of yourself. Itâs pretty common for people who drop out of sight to be very careful at first but then begin to make mistakes as they relax. I think youâd better pay more attention to your security if you plan to keep living here.â
He brightened, but it was a careful brightening. âYou mean to say you donât plan to spill my beans?â
âI didnât take this job to blab about where you live. I took it to find out something about you.â
He sipped his coffee and studied me.
âYouâre sure youâre not some kind of cop?â
âI used to be on the Boston PD, but that was a long time ago. Now I live here and Iâm no kind of cop, but youâre a mystery somebody wants solved, and I got talked into trying to be the solver.â
The brightening in his face went away. âWhat do you want to know?â
âYou might start by telling me why you live here instead of in a house like everybody else.â
âIâm antisocial.â His stare was steady and he didnât smile.
âYouâre not so antisocial that you donât get along well with the people you work with, and youâre not so antisocial that you donât visit your friends.â
He raised a brow. âLike who?â
âLike Dodie Donawa, for one.â
âAh,â he said, nodding slowly. âSo thatâs what this is about. Dodie Donawa.â He smiled a small, crooked smile.
âItâs about Maria, actually,â I said. âShe doesnât want her mother hurt. She likes you but she doesnât know enough about you to trust her mother to you.â
The smile stayed. âRole reversal, eh? Daughters, lock up your mothers; the Vietnam vets are in
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