Eddie looked pleadingly at his father. Neither Mr. Taylor nor Mr. Ross voiced any objection.
“All right,” Mr. Evans said, rising, “there’s no time to waste. I’ll see you folks a little later.”
He left the office. The others sat for a moment as though trying to catch their breaths over the rapid developments of the past hours. Mr. Jamison excused himself to report back to Drake Ridge.
“Tom,” Eddie’s father said finally, “we’d better call our wives and tell them we and the children will be home late.”
“Unfinished business,” Teena’s father said thoughtfully.
“That’s right. Unfinished business.”
CHAPTER TWELVE
Teena and Eddie, with their fathers, had hamburgers and milk at a roadside stand. As soon as it was dark, they drove toward the lighthouse. They parked the car off the paved four-lane highway which ran several hundred yards back from the rocky point upon which the lighthouse stood. The twisting, twin-rutted road leading to the lighthouse was much more suitable to a jeep than to a modern low-slung car.
They had no more than climbed out of the car, when a uniformed man stepped out of the darkness in front of them. Eddie gasped when he saw the rifle cradled in the stranger’s arms, poised ready for instant action.