CHAPTER TWELVE
PIERS RANDOLPH LIVED on North Birch Lake. The sprawling ranch stood alone at the end of a wide peninsula that was fenced and gated to keep gawkers and...presumably...Honeybuns away. Alf pulled up to the gate and waited. A moment later a deep voice emerged from the speaker on the keypad.
“What do you want?”
Alf and Heathcliffe shared a glance.
“My name is Alf Honeybun, this is my brother Heathcliffe. We’d like to speak to Mr. Randolph.”
Silence met Alf’s request, drawing out to a full two minutes. Alf was about to ask again when the unfriendly voice returned.
“What’s your business?”
“We’re investigating a kidnapping. We’d like to ask Mr. Randolph some questions.”
Silence again. Alf drummed on the steering wheel with the tips of his fingers.
Cliffe eyed the tall, spik
