had been found on the beach, and he had not heard back from Alicia Farr—who was a blonde.
David couldn’t stop the reel playing through his head.
From what he’d overheard, Jay was convinced a trick had been played, or that Alex had assumed a dozing sunbather was a corpse. David didn’t see that as a possibility. Alex was far too intelligent, and she wouldn’t have walked away without assuring herself that the body no longer maintained the least semblance of a vital sign.
A trick? Maybe.
Real corpses didn’t get up and walk away, but they could be moved.
If there had been a real corpse and it had been moved, it had been moved by someone on the island. That meant Alex could be in serious danger. After all, Len had told David what was going on, so who knew who else he might have told?
An ex–navy SEAL, maybe? The perfect blond hero—but was that the truth behind John Seymore being at Moon Bay?
Hopefully he would find out soon enough.
“So?”
“I’m sorry, what did you say?” David said, realizing that Jay had been talking away, but he hadn’t heard a word.
“Well? Is it a photojournalism thing or a salvage dive?”
“What…?”
“Your next excursion,” Jay said.
“Oh…well, I was looking into something, but my source seems to have dried up,” David told Jay. My key source either dried up, or was killed and washed up on your beach, and then disappeared, he thought. Then his attention was caught by Alex again.
The band was playing a rumba. She was up and in John Seymore’s arms. Head cast back, she was laughing at whatever he had to say. Her eyes were like gems. She was beautifully decked out in heels and a soft yellow halter dress that emphasized both her tan and her tall, sinewy length. Her long hair was free and a true golden blond, almost surreal in the light of the torches that burned here by night.
The lights were actually bug repellents. There was no escaping the fact that when you had foliage like this, you had bugs. But the glow they gave everything, especially Alex, was almost hypnotic.
David turned to Jay. “Sure you haven’t heard about anything?” he asked him.
“Me?” Galway laughed. “Hell, I’m a hanger-on. The big excitement in my life is when I get a taste of something because of the big-timers—like you.”
“Well, I’m looking at the moment,” David told him. “So, if you do get wind of anything, anything at all, I’d like to know.”
“You’d be the first one I’d go to,” Jay assured him solemnly.
“Interesting that you’d say so—with Seth Granger here and ready to pay.” And in the Tiki Hut at that moment, David realized. Granger was a big man and in excellent shape for his sixty-odd years. He was speaking with Ally Conroy, mother of Zach, at the bar. She was at least twenty years his junior, but he’d gathered from their bits of conversation before the swim that she was a widow, worried about rearing her son alone. Seth wasn’t all that well-liked by many people, yet Ally seemed to be giving him the admiration he craved. Maybe they were a perfect fit.
“Seth…well, you know. He’s always looking for something to bug his way into. Hell, why not? He’s rich, and he loves the sea, and he’d like to make a name for himself in his retirement years. Don’t you love it? Tons of money, no real knowledge, yet he wants to be right in the thick of things. Executive turned explorer.”
“Why not?” David said with a shrug. “Most expeditions need financial backing.”
“Yeah, why not? It’s what I’d love to do myself. I’ve got a great job here, mind you—but I sure wish I had his resources. Or your reputation. Every major corporation out there with a water-related product to sell is willing to finance you—even on a total wild-goose chase.”
“You know me—game for anything that has to do with the water,” David murmured absently.
Alex was leaning very close to John Seymore now. In a moment she’d be spilling out of her dress.
“Excuse me,” he said to Jay, rising, then went up to the couple on the floor. Alex wouldn’t be happy, but if John Seymore was really such an all-right kind of guy—or even pretending to be one—he would show him the courtesy of allowing him to cut in.
A tap on Seymore’s shoulder assured him that he had correctly assessed the situation. The other man, his eyes full of confident good humor, stepped back.
Alex gave David a look of sheer venom. But she wasn’t going to cause a scene in the Tiki Hut. She slipped into his arms.
“What are you doing?” she asked him.
“Dancing.”
“You know I don’t want to dance with you.”
He ignored her and said, “I guess you haven’t had a chance to talk with Seymore yet.”
“John and I have done lots of talking.”
“Well, I happened to mention to him one of the reasons I’m here.”
“And it has something to do with me?”
“Definitely.”
She arched a delicate eyebrow. “I guess you’re going to tell me—whether I want to know or not.”
“We’re not divorced.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” she said sharply. “I filed papers, you signed them.”
“I don’t quite get it myself, but apparently there was some little legal flaw. I must not have signed on all the dotted lines. The documents were never properly filed, and therefore the decision was declared null and void. I know what a busy woman you are, but I need to ask you when would be a good time to get together with my lawyer and rectify the situation.”
She wasn’t even pretending to dance anymore. She just stood on the floor, staring at him. His arms were still around her, tendrils of silky soft, newly washed blond hair slipping over his hands, teasing in their sensuality. He knew he needed to move away, but he didn’t.
“That’s impossible!” she exclaimed.
“Sorry.”
She stared at him, still amazed. “I don’t…I…can’t…”
“Look, Alex, I know how eager you are to be completely rid of me. I’m sorry. But as of this moment, we are still married.”
He wondered if lightning would come out of the sky to strike him dead.
It didn’t.
God must have understood his situation.
“It’s…it’s impossible,” she repeated.
He
