Samuel came down ten minutes later. He pulled out a pot.
“Samuel.”
“Wiley hasn’t eaten since seven last night. You haven’t eaten since whenever you ate yesterday, which I’m guessing was not breakfast. I’m making oatmeal.”
He set the pot on the stove, measured the water, salted it, and set the burner on medium. He pulled the steel-cut oats from the cabinet and sliced an apple into a bowl beside him while he waited for the water.
He stirred the oats in, dropped the heat, and set the timer.
Wiley typed. Vega entered from the hall. She went to work on fresh coffee.
Samuel ladled oatmeal into three mugs, bringing butter, honey, and sliced apple to the island. He put a mug in my hand.
“Stand if you have to. Eat.”
It was good, better than I expected. The apple had softened just enough.
Eamon spoke in the comm again. “Voss missed the ferry. Federal watched it board and watched it leave. The F-one-fifty wasn’t in the queue.”
“Other routes?” I asked.
“Hyannis only runs to Nantucket. Falmouth’s the other option, and federal has Falmouth.”
“Is a private boat an option?”
“Possible. Could be in a borrowed car or with a friend. We’ve briefed Dane and Cabot.”
At noon, Eamon was back in my ear. “Federal’s on the Vineyard. Two at the ferry terminal, two at the venue, and two on the road between. Dane has eyes on the corridor and the vestibule. Cabot’s in Eleanor’s morning room reading the printed program.”
“Voss?”
“Federal can’t locate him.”
At three-forty-eight, two minutes before the wedding, I paced in the front parlor. Wiley was in the room working on his laptop, and Samuel was writing in a notebook.
I heard Dane in my ear. “Farrow, they’re seating.” His voice was clear. I heard the rustle of program paper and the low buzz of people nearby.
“Cabot?” I asked.
“Two rows back on the aisle. I’m at the back wall. I have sightlines to the vestibule, corridor, and the terrace doors.”
“Eleanor?”
“Front row. Coral dress with pearls. She’s smiling at the groom’s mother.”
I heard the strains of Pachelbel’sCanon.
“Bride’s at the back. They’re standing,” Dane said. Minutes later, he added, “Vows.” The background sound disappeared.
I heard them speak.
“Farrow.”
“Yeah?”
“They just said the part where you swear it.”
“I heard them,” I said.