“Connections. You may be right, Mrs. Trumbull. The three murders might be connected, but damned if I can see how.” He looked out of the window. “Oh, for God’s sake.” West Tisbury’s police Bronco pulled into the drive. Victoria arose. “I’m getting out of here,” said Darcy. “Wait a bit.” Victoria was almost at the door when a second vehicle pulled up behind the Bronco. A shield on the side showed a bunch of grapes surmounted by what looked like a crown with a sail and a harpoon about to strike something, presumably a whale. Above the shield was the announcement in gold letters, “County of Dukes County” and below the shield, also in gold letters, “Sheriff.” “I’m gone,” said Darcy, and headed toward the door that led into the woodshed. He shut the door behind him. A moment later, he opened the door, retrieved his mug, and left the door open a crack. A third vehicle pulled up as Victoria went outside. This one had a circular emblem with an Indian in the center holding a bow and arrows.
