CHAPTER FOURI watched her long white dress disappear up the hill, and went down to the float. A drop of rain hit my shoulder, and another. It was dark, but I could make out Andy with his flashlight, trying to untie a motorboat down by the No. 4 landing. I didn’t see Rosemary or Jim. Not until another flash of lightning came, and then I wished I hadn’t. It would have been easier the next day, and a lot easier when the State’s Attorney began asking me questions. I don’t imagine either of them had realized that meeting in the dark there where they’d spent so many intimate growing-up years would simply annihilate in one mindless instant all the bitterness and tragedy of those intervening years.
I ran on to the end of the pier where Andy Thorp was. He had given up trying to release the motorbo
