"That was a bust, " I said to Diesel when we were back in the SUV. "It was a long shot. " "You've been following Wulf. Don't you know where he lives?" "Gwen tells me he's staying in a brownstone in Boston on Beacon Hill. Wulf isn't a small-town kind of guy. Wulf likes luxury and privacy. " "Shouldn't we look there?" Diesel stopped for a light. "Wulf would never interrogate anyone in his personal space. And he'll probably keep Hatchet locked down somewhere in Salem. " "So how do we find Mark?" Diesel shrugged. "Don't know. When I first got involved in this, I thought Wulf had a road map to the Stones. Now I'm thinking he only had one small piece of the puzzle. Somehow, Wulf got a line on Uncle Phil and went sniffing after the rest of the More clan. I caught him following Shirley, so I concentrated on her. I thought we were trailing behind Wulf, but after we got the ladybug and the information about the two other inheritances, I'm guessing it was the other way around. Wulf probably snatched Lenny because we were in Lenny's basement. " "And then Lenny spilled the beans about Mark?" Diesel shrugged. "Or maybe Mark was just the next name on Wulf's list. For that matter, Mark might not be with Wulf at all. Maybe Mark just took off. " Twenty minutes later, we were idling in front of Lenny's house. The black Ferrari was parked at the curb, and Wulf stood on the sidewalk, watching Hatchet kick through house debris. "They're still here, " I said to Diesel. "Not exactly, " Diesel said. "The Ferrari's been moved. It's not in the same spot. Wulf went somewhere and came back. " "I bet if we sit and wait, he'll lead us to Mark. " "It's not that easy. Wulf is a master at slipping away. " "But we could try. " "But we could try. " Diesel pulled to the curb and parked behind an Econoline van. "We could try. " The sun dropped to the tops of the buildings, the clouds glowed scarlet, and the sky darkened while we waited. When twilight deepened to nightfall, Wulf whistled to Hatchet. Hatchet stopped his search and made his way through the charred rubble, stirring up clouds of soot with every step. There was a brief exchange between Hatchet and Wulf that involved some kneeling on Hatchet's part, and Hatchet got into the Ferrari. Wulf turned, walked directly to us, and bent a little to talk to Diesel through the driver's side window. "You don't need to waste your time following me, " he said. "I won't lead you to him until I'm done with him. " The corners of Diesel's mouth twitched into a small, humorless smile, and he looked ahead to Hatchet sitting in the Ferrari. "You're going to have to get your car detailed, " he said to Wulf. Wulf flicked his eyes to his car and back to Diesel. "That's so not funny, " Wulf said. He looked over at me, our eyes held for a moment, and he moved from the SUV to his Ferrari. There was a flash of light, smoke swirled in the glare of Diesel's headlights, and the Ferrari was gone. "I hate when he does that, " Diesel said.