Still Waters. Heather Graham
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Lee asked.
“You can own the boat,” Keith said.
“I get to own it next time,” Matt said.
“With any luck, there won’t be a next time,” Keith said. He stared at the other two, and he couldn’t help feeling an edge of suspicion.
Lee stared back at him. His eyes were enigmatic. “Ever the optimist, huh?”
“I just know what I’m doing,” Keith said.
Lee assessed him for what seemed like an eternity. “I hope,” Lee said. “I hope to hell you’re focused on what we’re doing.”
“I’m focused. You can count on it,” Keith said, and he knew his tone was grim.
“C’mon, then, let’s go play tourist,” Lee said.
“Sure. Be right there,” Keith said.
“Hey, we’re all in this together, you know,” Matt reminded him, his eyes narrowed.
“Yup.”
They were in it together, true. But the other two didn’t know that he’d been warned specifically to keep an eye on them.
“Damn, Keith, you’re acting bizarre,” Lee said, staring at him. “Think of what’s happened. Focus is the most important thing here.”
More important than human life? Keith wondered. “I’ll be right with you.”
“He’s working on that instinct thing he’s got going for him,” Matt said, shrugging. “Come on, Lee, let’s get started. Wonderboy will be along.”
Keith waited until they walked back toward the northern shore.
And then he began to search the clearing.
Oh, yeah. He was focused.
There were certain images a man could never quite get out of his mind. Dead men. Dead friends. Friends who’d had everything in the world to live for. Young. The best of the best.
He stiffened, listening. People were coming. The island was becoming more crowded by the minute. He swore softly.
“Hey there,” came a throaty, masculine voice.
A man of about sixty, followed by a petite young woman and two men about his own age, was entering the clearing.
“Hey,” Keith replied, stepping forward, a smile on his face.
Ah, yes, the masses had arrived. He didn’t know why he was suddenly so certain that he and his associates weren’t the only ones traveling incognito.
* * *
Beth and the girls emerged from the lush greenery in the center of the island to reach the beach. It was beautiful. Once upon a time there had been a very small naval base on Calliope Key, a research center. It had been abandoned, but back toward the interior the ruins of the old buildings remained, allowing a safe haven of sorts if the weather turned really foul. Today, though, the sun was streaming down, a soft breeze was blowing, and the sea appeared incredibly serene.
Ben was on the beach, barefoot, in cutoffs and shades, dressed remarkably like the man who had just scared Beth. He glanced up when he saw them coming. “Back so soon? I thought you were exploring, seeing if there was anyone else around.”
At thirty-four, Beth thought, her brother was in his prime. He had, however, taken the task of raising his daughter to heart. Despite the fact that he had lost his wife years ago, he was still far more prone to spend his nights at home rather than out at the boat clubs—though he did belong to Rock Reef, where she worked as a social director—seeking companionship. Beth actually wished he would be more of a sinner at times. She knew how much Amber meant to him, but she was afraid that he wasn’t allowing much room in his life for the future. He had been madly in love with Amber’s mom, his high-school sweetheart, and nothing had ever changed his desire to see that Amber had everything he could provide, including his company—whether she wanted it or not, since Amber had reached that age where she wanted to spend her nights prowling the malls with her friends, rather than bonding with her dad. She adored him. She was simply being a teenager.
“We were exploring,” Beth said.
“We met a guy,” Amber said.
“Wicked cute,” Kimberly added.
Beth groaned.
“Wicked cute young, or wicked cute old?” Ben asked, a sparkle in his eyes.
“Wicked cute your age, or Aunt Beth’s age...well, I don’t know,” Amber said. “He’s not a kid, anyway.”
“Ah.” Ben winked at Beth. “They trying to play matchmaker?”
“I hope not,” she said too sharply.
“So, he wasn’t wicked cute?”
“Oh, no, he was good-looking.”
“But...?” Ben teased.
“Not my type,” she said quickly.
Amber sighed dramatically. “The two of you are hopeless.”
“He’s a total stranger, and you don’t go around trusting total strangers,” Beth snapped.
Ben arched a brow. She tended to be the one who nagged him to lighten up on Amber.
“Girls, go grab the barbecue equipment, will you?” Beth asked.
“She’s going to tell you about the skull,” Amber said.
“Skull?” Ben had been fiddling with one of the tent poles. He went still, staring at Beth with a wary question in his eyes.
“Kim stubbed her toe on something, and... I think it’s actually a skull,” Beth said.
“Did you...pick it up?” Ben asked.
“No, I thought you and I should go take a look. And then, if it’s what I think, radio the authorities. I didn’t want to dig it up with the girls there,” Beth said. She bit her lip. “Except... I’m not so sure we should leave them alone on the beach.”
Ben shook his head. “Beth, this island has been a boaters’ paradise forever.”
“I know that.”
“The naval base has been closed for decades—people who come here have boats and are...well, boat people.”
“I know that, too.”
“So...?” he said softly.
She cleared her throat, glancing at the girls, who clearly weren’t about to leave.
“Ben, damn it! Remember that couple... Ted and Molly Monoco?”
“What about them?” Ben asked, frowning.
“They were last seen here, on this island.”
He sighed, shaking his head. “So what? They had a state-of-the-art yacht and intended to sail around the world, Beth.”
“They disappeared. I heard it on the news several months ago,” she responded stubbornly.
Ben let out a deep sigh. “Beth, a friend called in, worried about them, that’s all. They might be anywhere. The news loves to turn anything into a tragedy.” He caught Amber’s eyes and grimaced. “Maybe your aunt does need to meet a tall dark hunk, huh?”
“Ben!”
“He was blondish!” Amber said, laughing.
“Okay, girls, you stay here and set stuff up, and Aunt Beth and I will go check out that skull.”
“I don’t think we should leave them alone,” Beth said.
“She’s afraid of the guy we met,” Amber explained.
“I’m