glanced at Colton, who was studying the passengers rather than the twisted, knobby-kneed cypress trees they were passing. Everything about him seemed...off. He wasn’t acting like a tourist. A feeling of alarm spread through her every time he looked at another one of the handful of men and women on their boat, as if he was memorizing their faces or looking for something. Or someone.
Who was he? An insurance investigator trying to save his company money by finding that vase? A family friend of the vase’s rightful owner? Or, worse, one of Eddie’s so-called friends who was looking to settle some kind of debt? Her fingers curled around the edge of the seat cushion beneath her as her mind swirled with even worse possibilities, including the very worst—that he might be a cop.
That would ruin everything.
He turned and caught her staring at him. And just then, Danny cut the engine, dramatically dropping the decibel level as the loud fan sputtered and slowed and then fell silent. Great. Just great.
“We’ll drift here for a few minutes so you can catch some gator action or maybe see some cranes fishing for an early lunch,” Danny announced. “We’ll tour the salt marsh after that.”
A low buzz of excited conversation started up around them as the others took out their cameras and phones and began pointing and clicking.
“About that vase—” Colton began.
“Don’t you want to take some pictures?” she interrupted. “There’s a gator sunning himself on the bank over there. You’ll probably never get another chance to take a picture this close without getting your arm bitten off.”
“Seen one gator, you’ve seen them all.”
“I thought you’ve never been to the Everglades before.”
“There’s this thing called a zoo,” he said drily.
“Don’t you live in Georgia?”
“I do.”
“Atlanta, right? Like your sister?”
He frowned at her. “I’m pretty sure that I already told you that. Why?”
“I’ve been to Zoo Atlanta. They don’t have gators.”
He gave her a smug smile. “Then you haven’t been there lately. They brought in four from Saint Augustine this past year.”
She had no clue whether he’d made that up or not. But she had a feeling he was telling the truth. Which meant...what? That he really was from Atlanta?
“About the vase—”
“Where in Atlanta? I have friends there. Which subdivision?”
He let out an impatient breath. “No subdivision, just some land outside town.”
“Where?”
One of his eyelids drooped. “Where what?”
“Where’s your land?”
He cleared his throat. “Peachtree. Can we get back to my question about—”
“Peachtree.” She laughed. “Seriously? Everything in Atlanta is on Peachtree. Which Peachtree?”
He stared at her, his dark, brooding eyes and serious expression making no secret that he was frustrated with her evasion of his questions. Finally, he let out a deep breath and opened his mouth to say something else.
Silver quickly turned to the woman sitting on the other side of her and tapped her shoulder. “Look.” She pointed toward the bank. “There’s a snowy egret. Ever seen one of those before?”
The woman’s eyes widened and she grabbed her camera. “It’s so pretty!”
As the woman snapped pictures, Silver told her everything she knew about egrets, which turned out to be a lot, since she’d grown up in the area. On her other side, she heard another one of Colton’s deep sighs, and when she carefully turned ever so slightly a few minutes later to see what he was doing, he was staring out at the bank on his side of the boat. Good, maybe he’d finally give up trying to ask her questions. She could keep up her conversation with the other woman and maybe even some of the other tourists if she had to in order to survive the boat ride. But what was she going to do once they got back to the inn?
She’d figure something out.
Maybe she should invent some kind of disaster—like a burst pipe in a wall—to get him to leave. No, that would cause real harm to the inn and she couldn’t afford that. The air conditioner? She could take a fuse out or something to get it to quit cooling. That would make the place miserably hot as the sun got higher in the sky this afternoon. Yes, maybe that would work.
Danny used a long paddle to edge them closer to the bank on Colton’s side and pointed out several different species of plants to his picture-snapping audience.
“What the...” Suddenly Colton raised his left arm in front of her and angled his body so that his back was to her.
“Stop the boat against the bank,” someone yelled. The voice sounded as though it came from the shore. And it sounded...familiar.
Someone in the boat screamed.
Silver leaned over to see what was happening.
On the bank about ten feet away, beneath a twisted cypress tree, a man stood with a bandanna tied across his face with holes cut out for the eyes. On his head was a Miami Marlins baseball cap. And in his hand, pointed directly at Danny, was a gun.
Excited chattering erupted all around as the tourists began to realize what was going on. Danny did as he was told, poking his guide pole beneath the water into the mud to push the boat toward the bank. A low grinding noise sounded as the bottom of the hull scraped across weeds and mud, then stuck and held.
The gunman rushed over to the boat but didn’t try to board. He aimed his pistol at Danny and pitched a large burlap bag into the boat. “Jewelry and cash,” he said. “Fill it up. Hurry.”
Oh, no. She suddenly recognized the voice. Eddie, what are you doing? She groaned and shook her head.
Colton moved his left hand down between them, the back of his fingers skimming her calf as he slid the leg of his jeans up his boot.
Silver blinked with horror when she saw why. He had a gun. It was strapped in a holster against the side of his boot.
She grabbed his arm just as his fingers closed around the gun. “What are you doing?” she whispered.
He jerked his head around and frowned at her. “I’m a cop,” he whispered. “I’m an undercover detective with the Collier County Sheriff’s Office. Don’t worry. It’s okay.”
A cop? Her stomach sank. Everything had just gotten a whole lot more complicated. And dangerous. He was about to ruin everything. She had to stop him. She shook her head back and forth. “Too dangerous,” she whispered back. “Someone could get hurt.”
“Someone could get hurt or killed by that kid holding the pistol. Now stay down.”
