Chapter 3
Later that day in the Boston office, Lee called his section chief with the daily update, "Yeah, Billy, everything is under control. I'm waiting for the prints from this mornings drop. I'll let you know if something turns up."
It was after four when Lee opened the envelope filled with the photos. The agent sitting across from him, Mike asked, "Any clues to follow up on?"
"Yeah, these are photos of the missing mathematicians. Now we know the men were being held along a rocky coast, could be almost anywhere in Massachusetts. You guys must have 200 miles of coastline."
Mike protested, "Not really, just 192 miles of coastline." After a sideways glance of disdain from Lee, Mike offered his hand and continued, "Let me have a look at them, I might recognize something only a native would notice."
Handing over the photos and pacing impatiently Lee was surprised when Mike announced, "These pictures were taken in Rockport, You're looking at Anne's Eyes."
Perplexed, Lee stated, "I'm a well trained intelligence agent with over ten years in this business, but I don't see any eyes."
Mike explained, "Over two hundred years ago, less than a mile off-shore from Rockport, twin lighthouses were built, one at each end of Thatcher's Island. Also known as the Cape Ann Light Station and Anne's Eyes."
Looking over the photos, Lee observed the island in the distance did have two lighthouses just like Mike described. Lee questioned, "There must be other places with two lighthouses?"
Mike advised, "There were seven twin lights along the Atlantic coast. These are the last surviving twin lighthouses, still operating in America. Anne's Eyes have guided Gloucester's commercial fishing fleet, Rockport's granite trade, and marked the northern European trade route with Boston."
Relieved to have a new direction to pursue, and hopefully solve the case, Lee responded, "That's great news. I'll head north first thing in the morning."
The ringing of the phone interrupted their conversation. Hanging up the phone with disappointment in his voice, Mike conveyed, "My brother can't make tonight's game. I've got an extra ticket, how'd you like to see the Red Sox play?"
Remembering that Amanda would be tied up playing her cover, Lee eagerly replied, "Sure, I'm always up for a good game."
The Fenway faithful never gave up. 'Wait till next year' was the common phrase heard every fall. The fans, also known as Red Sox nation had been waiting 67 years to go all the way.
With optimism Mike speculated, "Who knows, with Roger Clemmons pitching, this could be the year."
Lee teased, "Or it could take about twenty years and a blue moon with a total eclipse before you see another World Series championship."
The two agents locked up the Boston office and headed over to Fenway Park.
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End of chapter 3