“Oh, but she is,” Fisher assured him coldly. “Everything that’s happened is her fault and she’s gonna make up for it before…before I’m finished with her.

“I’m gonna bring her in here and let her see you. Touch you. Talk to you. And I’m gonna tell her that if she does what I want, I’ll let you both go after a while.”

“She’ll know it’s a lie. She’ll know you can’t let either of us live now.”

“Maybe, maybe not. But she’s gonna want to save your skin and hers as well. She’ll do it, believe me.

“Then I’m gonna take her back in that room and she’s gonna strip naked and get in that bed and I’m gonna tie her down and do all the things I’ve dreamed of all those long, lonely nights, years. And you’re gonna sit here and watch me while I take her. Over…and over…and over. Listen to her squeal and scream ‘til she’s too weak to make any more noise.

“And when I’m finished, I’m gonna drag her back in here and make her watch while I kill you.”

Slowly, he reached behind him and pulled out a large, ugly automatic, a forty-five Harm noted almost in passing.

“First the knees.” He pressed the barrel against Harm’s knee and grinned. “Then the thighs. Lots a meat, lots a blood. Then your arms and hands.” The gun moved as he marked his targets.

“Next’ll be your balls. That’s how they do it in the big city gangs. Finally, your gut.” Fisher drove the gun barrel into Harm’s stomach so hard he gasped with pain. “Gut shots take time to die and they hurt like hell. I worked in a hospital once as an orderly. Saw lots a gut shots. When you’re finally gone, I’m gonna put a bullet in Ellie’s head.”

“Someone will miss us at Marty’s,” Harm tried to bluff. “The waiter you had give the note to Ellie will remember you. They’ll come looking.”

“Probably right. But even if someone does miss you, they’ll just think you two snuck off for a little nookie. And if the waiter says I gave him a note, I’ll just say you gave it to me to give to him. Won’t make any difference, though.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because in a day or two, one of the search parties’ll find what’s left of my number eight boat up on ‘Devil’s Fangs.’ Real nasty rocks up toward the north end of the lake. Everybody’ll figure you and Ellie took the boat, got drunk or lost or careless. Out there, they won’t even bother draggin’ for your bodies.”

Elgin stirred and Fisher’s attention focused back on her. “Well, guess it’s about time to get our little party started. You stay right there. I’ll get Ellie and then the three of us can get to know one ‘nother better.”

Harm watched as Elgin gradually came to, Fisher leaning over, trying to talk reassuringly, calmly to her. But by now, she’d figured out that she was his prisoner, not his guest and when she tried to get away, he grabbed her wrists in one big paw, raising his other one and obviously threatening her. Tearfully, she stopped struggling and he dragged her out of sight.

A moment later, the door flew open and Fisher almost threw her at Harm.

“Oh God, Camp!” she cried, clambering into his lap and kissing him. “Are you all right! Oh God, I’m sorry.” Her hands remained behind her back and as she cried into his chest, he saw the glint of handcuffs.

“Shhhh,” he tried to comfort, her tears like acid on his skin. “I’m all right. Shhhhh. Don’t cry, please.”

“I…I don’t understand Camp. What’s happening? What’s going on?”

“He’s the stalker.” The words caught in his throat. Not only had the maniac who’d been terrorizing her turned out to be someone she loved and trusted, he hadn’t been able to save her.

She blinked those beautiful dark eyes in amazed confusion. “I don’t believe you.”

“It’s a lie,” Fisher told her hurriedly. “I’m not no stalker.” His features softened then, his eyes filled with the love and caring that had so carefully hidden the truth.

“I love you, Ellie.” The words she’d longed to hear, soft and warm and real but filling her now, not with joy but with bone chilling fear.

“I’ve always loved you, Ellie. Since you were a little girl. You were so pretty. Remember how we’d go out fishin’ er boatin’ and you’d be in yer little swimsuit er yer T-shirt and cutoffs? How many times did you fall asleep in my lap, lookin’ like a little angel? I wanted you then. Wanted you real bad. Coulda had you more’n once but I knew I had to wait for you.

“God, that summer you were fifteen and a woman’s body and all them horny teenage boys hangin’ around you. I knew then that you were grown and I’d have you when you came back the next year.”

“What about your wife,” Harm asked, a cold picture beginning to form in the back of his mind. “What about Cissy?”

“That was her fault,” he shot back flatly. “I asked her for a divorce. Told her I didn’t love her anymore and that she could have anything she wanted. House. Marina. Whatever. But she wouldn’t hear of it. Said we were married and that she didn’t care about me makin’ a fool a myself over some little slut but she wasn’t gonna be made a laughin’ stock like John Crockett’s wife. I was hers ‘til death do us part.”

“You…you killed Cissy?” Elgin’s eyes grew huge with horror and shock. “You killed her…for me?”

“For us. So we could be together. When you came back the next summer, I was gonna tell you how I felt and enough time’d gone by that people wouldn’t think nothin’ of it.”

The dreamy look faded and something hard took its place.

“Only…only you didn’t come back that next summer. All those years I waited. Thinkin’…plannin’…dreamin’…lovin’. And one day you did come back. Bought Moon’s End and I thought you’d come home to stay. But havin’ you here once in a while was almost worse than not havin’ you here all that time.

“I saw those books you write down at The Mercantile and I knew that ‘Gillian Shelby’ couldn’t be my sweet little angel, Ellie, so the last time you were up here, I followed you when you went home. Back to that big old fancy buildin’ you live in with the fella in the fancy suit openin’ your door for you. It was like it was you but it wasn’t you.”

“So you started sending her things,” Harm picked up, a glimmer of understanding for Fisher and his obsession with Elgin dawning. “Things Ellie would understand like the carnations and the candy and things Gillian would understand like the whip and handcuffs and the lingerie.”

Fisher nodded, the tip of his tongue running along his lips. “I found a program on the internet that let me break into Ellie’s computer. Let me be with her every day, even when I couldn’t actually be in the city with her. Let me know how she spent her days and who she saw and even what that whore, Gillian Shelby wrote.”

“How did you manage to get in the elevator and fondle her ass without her seeing…recognizing you?”

A proud grin lit up his face. “I knew where she was gonna be all the time. I just followed her into the elevator and then elbowed my way to her back. I wasn’t gonna touch her but when I felt her ass through my jeans, I couldn’t help myself. You felt so good and I wanted to take you right there if I could have. When the elevator stopped and people pushed out, I just stood in the corner by the buttons ‘til you thought everyone’d left.”

“And the beggar on the street?”

“He put his filthy hands on Ellie,” Fisher growled. “Scared her. Tore her clothes and hurt her arm. I’d bought two new pair of blue jeans, a pint of whiskey to bring back to Captain Jack and a new carving knife for the concession stand. Everything fell into place. Like God wanted me to get rid of that animal.

“I followed him until he went in the alley. I gave him the whiskey and when he turned around, I pulled out my knife and stabbed him and stabbed him ‘til he stopped twitching. Changed my jeans, wrapped them and the knife in my jacket, went back to my car and drove home. Went out on the lake and threw the jacket, pants and knife in the deepest part.”