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kind of thing.”
    But Will shook his head. “No FBI. I don’t want them anywhere near the house.”
    She was about to argue further when something else occurred to her. “Speaking of the house, did you clean things up?”
    He hesitated. “Should I have?’
    In unison, three voices said, “No!”
    He let out a breath. “I didn’t. I didn’t know where to begin. I haven’t touched a thing, except to lock the door between the library and the hall. It was cold with the glass broken.”
    â€œThat’ll have to be fixed,” Savannah said. “But first, we need to have someone comb through what’s there to see if there’s anything useful. Fingerprints, footprints, clothes or hair samples—”
    â€œNo police, Savannah.”
    â€œThere are two fellows I work with all the time.”
    â€œNo police.”
    â€œI’d trust these two with my life.”
    â€œIt’s not your life in danger, it’s Megan’s.”
    â€œI’d trust them with hers, too. I trust them, Will. Sammy and Hank are on long-term assignment to the AG’s office. They’ve handled dozens of sensitive cases for us. They’re good. They’re professionals. They’ll go to your house looking like … like that cleaning service Megan uses. If our kidnappers are in the bushes watching, they’ll assume you’re just cleaning up the mess they made.”
    She paused to see whether Will would argue, but Paul wasn’t giving him that chance. “Our men will sweep the place for anything that might be helpful in identifying the kidnappers,” he said. “Something they find—even the smallest little nothing—could prove to be the key to finding out who they are. At the same time, we’ll put a tap on the phone and set up monitors in the basement. You won’t even know Shanski and Craig are there, but they’ll be listening and recording any calls that come in. There may be some background noise that will identify where the kidnappers are, and even if there isn’t it’ll be important to get their voices on tape. We’re doing more and more with voice-prints. That could help with a conviction.”
    â€œIf you catch them.”
    â€œRight. But if you don’t let us do our thing, we won’t have a prayer in hell of catching them. I don’t know how to comb a room for prints or tap a phone. Neither does Savannah. Shanski and Craig do.”
    Savannah picked up the ransom note she had earlier dropped on the floor. “I think we’ll need all the help we can get.” She turned the brown paper over, then back. “This kind of bag has to be used in dozens of markets in Rhode Island alone. We could probably identify the papers and magazines these letters were cut from, but trying to locate one particular reader would be like looking for a needle in a haystack.” She glanced at Will. “We need Sammy and Hank.”
    Will showed his first sign of wavering. “They don’t look like they’re with the police?”
    She would have grinned had the situation been less serious. “They don’t wear uniforms, if that’s what you mean. Sammy’s hair reaches his shoulders. Hank has three earrings in his left ear. They could easily pass for workmen, or for thugs come to wipe you out while those French doors are out of commission. What do you say, Will? Let us do it. It’s our only chance.”
    Will looked torn in two. “What if the kidnappers find out your men are with the police?”
    â€œYou didn’t go to the police. You came to us.”
    â€œBut those men you’ve mentioned are with the police.”
    â€œThey’re with us. The kidnappers will never know where they came from. They won’t even know Sammy and Hank are at the house.”
    â€œWon’t there be a car parked outside?”
    â€œThey’ll be dropped off,”