The next morning I decided to follow the boat thinking it was going in the direction of the Isle of Shoals. They are a series of nine islands in the archipelago in an area known as the Gulf of Maine. Biologists, oceanographers and geologists study it. Cornell University studies this area. Its home to rocks and brambles, migratory birds, harbor seals even raise their pups on Duck Island. And, it is a great place to hide.
I was sure to bring binoculars, just in case. Thoreau was meeting with the forensic team back on the mainland.
To the far left of the picture, I saw the boat. It's red, white and blue coloring was the give-away. Motioning to the captain to circle the boat, I drew closer.
All night, I kept thinking about the palette knife in the sand. And Mr. Appleton. Just then, my cell phone rang.
"You won't believe this. There is a twelve hour DNA test now. The prints belong to Mr. Appleton. Heck, let's call him by the name everyone else calls him, "Klaus." Shades of Klaus von Bulow."
I remembered my FBI friend's comment about him. "Guilty as H - he did it, clever that he is." Though he was never found guilty. Has his hands on millions.
"He is in his boat," I said to Thoreau.
"Okay, the police and FBI are here. A helicopter is coming in to take them to the Coast Guard boat. The copter will encircle Klaus."
Less than ten minutes later, the call came through.
"We got 'em."
My spine shivered. Not bad for not-so- amateur sleuths. Not bad.
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