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He locked his jaw. This wasn’t the time to wax poetic—or simply sexual—about Beth. Or think of the way she had looked at him during their night together.
“What were three handsome, heterosexual men going to do out there forever?” Amanda asked huskily.
Her fingers—nails perfectly manicured—made a fluttering motion down his arm.
“I mean,” she continued, “how long can you just dive and fish without some kind of a…break, shall we say?”
He shrugged and eased back slightly. “We were intrigued. So many of you had mentioned this place while we were on the island.” He offered her a broad grin, moving in closer again. “So…this is it. And are you here all the time?”
“A lot of the time,” Amanda said. “I love boats. The way they rock. Even when they’re just tied up at the dock.”
The older Cuban man he had met the other night was taking a seat at one of the tables, Keith noticed. Amanda cast him a brief glance, then paid him no mind.
Manny, Keith remembered. He was the friend who had reported the Monocos missing. He knew now that the Monocos were definitely missing and he was pretty sure he knew how and why. But a piece was still missing. He had a feeling Ted Monoco had known something about his own work out by the island. That nothing was as simple as it looked.
He looked back at Amanda, who was almost on top of him, despite this being a public place.
“You haven’t been on board Hank’s boat. She’s almost as nice as your friend Lee’s.”
“Where is Hank?” he asked. “And the rest of your family?”
“Oh, he and my dad have some business today. And Gerald doesn’t come around as much as the rest of us. None of them will be around for quite a while.”
It was as open an invitation as a man was ever going to get.
“You can tell me all about fishing…that rush you get when you land the big one.”
She wasn’t referring only to fish, he knew.
“And diving. Floating in a different world. A magical world. Making fantastic new discoveries.”
Again her words were sexual, but he sensed something more. She wanted to talk. She wanted him to talk.
He glanced at his watch, forcing an expression of real regret to his face. “I can’t see her right now. I have an appointment with a man about a boat.”
Amanda pouted. She touched him again, delicately on the arm. “And you can’t postpone it?”
“I wish I could. I’ll be back, though.”
He rose, made his goodbye.
She waved; he started out.
At the entry, he turned back.
Manny had risen. As Keith watched, he joined her at the table, and the two of them began to talk, heads close, voices apparently low.
He turned to leave again, then noted the dancer, Maria Lopez, at a corner table.
She was watching Manny and Amanda, as well.
BETH PARKED AND WALKED around the back, to the waterside. Ashley was seated at one of the tables there. She had her sketchbook out.
Though it was a public marina and boats came in and out constantly, it seemed to be quiet at Nick’s that morning. A few people were down at the docks, working on boats. Friends chatted. Down one of the long piers, a fisherman was already in with his catch, cleaning it.
It was Saturday morning, a lazy time, except for those eager few who were anxious to get out on the water. The real early birds had already gone out and some had already come back in.
She noticed an old sailor, one of Nick’s regulars, at one of the tables, smoking his pipe, sipping his coffee, reading his newspaper. Farther down, a mother fed a pair of toddlers, who seemed convinced all their food really needed to be given to the gulls by the water. Signs begged customers not to feed the birds at the tables—such generosity could lead to a scene straight out of Hitchcock. Once started, the birds did not give up.
There was a couple at another table, wearing sunglasses and looking as if they’d partied a little too hearty the night before. Probably why they looked vaguely familiar, she thought, then headed toward Ashley’s table that was in the sun, but protected by an overhead umbrella.
“Hiya,” Ashley said, seeing her arrive.
Beth slid into the chair opposite her.
“What’s the matter? You look glum,” Ashley said.
“I’m fine,” Beth said.
“No you’re not, but you can tell me the truth whenever you’re ready.”
“So what’s up? Tell me what’s going on. Why do they think Sandy and Brad went after the Monocos?”
Ashley thrust her sketchbook toward Beth. Beth studied the picture on top. It was of a couple, faces only, side by side.
“Recognize them?” Ashley asked.
“Are you kidding?” Beth asked.
“Look at the eyes.”
She did, and hesitated. “It could be them, I guess.”
Ashley looked disappointed.
“Who gave you these descriptions?”
“I started with a sketch done by a forensics artist in Virginia. Then I called the couple and got a little more from them. I didn’t really think you’d be able to get anything from this, but I thought I’d give it a try.”
“It could be them. But if I had to swear to it, I couldn’t. There’s just not enough there,” Beth said regretfully. “But, please, tell me why the police are so convinced Brad and Sandy had something to do with the Monocos just because the boat’s nameplate was found. There were a lot of people out there.”
“They were seen dumping something where the plate was found,” Ashley said.
“You couldn’t tell me that over the phone?” Beth asked.
Ashley seemed a little uncomfortable.
“It was found by some boaters who saw Brad throw something in the water.”
“Some boaters? The only other people out there when we left were Lee Gomez, Matt Albright and Keith Henson.”
Ashley didn’t reply. “Their names probably aren’t Sandy and Brad,” she said.
“Their boat