visitors, and yet remote enough for anything to happen? A place to kill and...
A place to hide the dead?
He would never sleep. Because now Beth was on the island. Beth, who wouldn’t let things rest.
It was chilling.
She would be going home soon. She would be in no great danger, once she returned to Miami. Once she forgot the island.
Forgot the fact that she thought she’d seen a skull...
Gotten over the idea of discovering just what had happened to Ted and Molly Monoco?
“Hey, Dad, where’s Aunt Beth?”
Ben, who’d been stowing gear, looked up from the tent poles he was arranging as his daughter rubbed sleepy eyes and stared at him.
“Gone,” he said gravely.
She frowned, shook her head and rolled her eyes. “Dad, where is she?”
“I’m serious. She went out to see the yacht with Keith Henson.”
“What?”
His daughter’s incredulous excitement gave him pause. “I said,” he enunciated, “that your aunt went out to see the yacht with Keith Henson.”
“Oh, Dad. I heard you perfectly.”
“Then—”
“Oh, Dad, it’s too cool.” By then, Kimberly had come up behind her. “Did you hear that? She went with Keith to see the boat.”
“Wow!” Kim agreed.
“I didn’t think she had it in her.”
“She’s just so suspicious.”
“This is awesome.”
“Random.”
“Wicked.”
By then Ben was frowning. “What are you two going on about?”
“Oh, Dad. He’s a hunk.”
“Really fine,” Kim agreed somberly.
“I mean, there was...like, thunder.”
“And lightning.”
“Between them,” Amber finished.
“We were trying to figure out a way to get them together,” Kim admitted.
Ben scowled seriously then. “You two butt out, okay? She’s a grown-up, and she’s not going off any deep end over a guy just because he’s got a six-pack, okay? Don’t you two go pushing anything. She went to see the yacht because I raved about it, and that’s it, do you understand?”
“Okay,” Amber murmured.
“Seriously,” Kim agreed.
Then they looked at each other and ruined the effect, bursting into laughter.
“Amber Anderson,” he said firmly. “I mean it. Leave your aunt alone.”
“He’s acting like a male,” Kim murmured to Amber.
“All touchy,” Amber agreed.
“He is standing right here,” Ben told them.
“Sorry, Dad,” Amber said.
“I mean it.”
“We know you mean it,” Amber told him. She nudged Kim. “Hey, let’s go explore.”
He felt a frown furrowing his brow. “No exploring.”
“What?” Amber protested.
“Stay on the beach.”
“Why, Dad?”
Why? He didn’t know.
“Because I said so.”
“But, Dad—”
“Because I said so,” he repeated.
He turned away, because he really didn’t have a better explanation to give his daughter. As he paused to look down the beach, his frown deepened, and he tried to tell himself there was nothing to worry about.
But everyone, it seemed, was looking out to sea.
Not too far away, Matt was standing by one of the palms. His arms were crossed over his chest, and he was looking toward the yacht.
Down farther, Amanda Mason was posed in almost the exact stance, staring out over the water, hugging her arms around herself.
And even farther down...
It was Brad. Staring out at the water, at the little boat nearing the majestic yacht.
A sense of unease filled him, like a little inward shiver.
He literally shook himself, irritated.
He dealt with the scum of the earth, so why was he so bothered now?
With a slight groan, he turned away. Good God, Keith’s buddies—including the owner of the yacht—were right there. The Masons were down the beach. Brad and Sandy were unknowns, but what the hell, they were there, too.
Beth was as uptight as an old schoolmarm, worse than he was himself.
Everything was fine.
“Hey there!”
He turned. Lee Gomez was waving to him, heading toward the interior of the island.
“Looking for a few good coconuts,” Lee called to him. “Want any?”
“I’m fine, thanks,” he returned.
Down the beach, Sandy had moved to stand behind Brad. She slipped her arms around his waist and rested her cheek on his back.
Brad didn’t seem to notice. He was intent on the yacht. Then he turned, as if aware that he was being watched, and saw Ben staring at him.
Ben waved.
Brad waved back, then turned his attention to Sandy.
It’s all just fine, Ben assured himself.
And it was. They would be getting off the island.
He was amazed to realize he was glad the weekend was nearly over. He usually dreaded going back
