completely.
An arm slipped around her shoulders, and she nearly jumped a mile.
“Hey!” It was Jay. He’d actually doffed his suit and was in simple jeans and a red polo shirt so he could help batten things down. “You all right?”
“Yes, of course.” She wasn’t all right at all, but she sure intended to fake it. “Jay, who is still on Moon Bay?”
“There’s Len and me, you, the reporter—Hank Adamson. He’s been incredibly helpful, and he wants to write about the storm. It’s not going to be that big a hurricane, at least.”
“Right. Hopefully, she’ll stay small. But who else is here, Jay? Anyone?”
“John Seymore—and your ex–old man.”
“You let those two stay—and made your staff evacuate?”
“David has hit storms like this at sea, he can surely weather it. And John Seymore was a SEAL. They both wanted to stay. I had the power, and I said yes. Do you have a problem with this?”
Yes.
But she couldn’t explain that she doubted both men—or why. She couldn’t forget her conversation with Laurie. John Seymore claimed to be some sort of agent, but was he really? Had Laurie seen any credentials?
And what about David? David, who kept warning her that she was in danger.
Had he known she had found a body on the beach because he had been the one to murder the woman?
No, surely not. She winced, realizing that she was refusing to believe it because she was in love with him. She had been since she had met him. The divorce hadn’t really meant anything, and she would probably be in love with him the rest of her life.
However long, or short, a time that might be.
Where the hell was Alex? John Seymore wondered. Jay Galway had said that he’d sent her and Gil out to check the trails, but they should have been back long ago.
He went out in search of them himself.
For a small island, there were an awful lot of trails. He began to understand what had taken them so long.
As he walked, he was easily able to assure himself that everyone else had gotten off the island. He called out now and then, looked everywhere and didn’t find a soul.
But, returning, he smelled a foul odor on the air and instantly recognized it. The smell of death.
As he hurried forward, his heart shuddered hard against his chest. He stood still, looking around for any sign of company.
After a moment, convinced he was alone, he stepped forward to examine the source of the odor.
A moment later, he stepped back, relieved to have discovered only a dead possum, then hurried along the rest of the trails. When he reached the Tiki Hut, it was empty. Walking around to the docks, he saw no one, and far out to sea, the last ferry was just visible.
He turned, hesitating for a moment. Alex might have gone to the lodge. But though the winds had picked up a great deal, growing stronger by the minute now, so it seemed, they were still hardly in serious weather.
He heard a distant splash.
The dolphin lagoons.
With quick steps, he hurried toward them. He arrived in time to see Alex on the second platform, talking to her charges and handing out fish. He started along the path to the platforms. Halfway there, she met him, empty fish bucket in her hand. She stopped short, staring at him.
“Alex.” He said her name with relief.
She still looked at him suspiciously.
“Alex, you…you have to be careful.”
“Yes, I know,” she said, sounding wary. Then she stiffened. “I hear you’re an agent.”
“You hear I’m what?”
“An agent. A government agent. An FBI man—or so Laurie assumes.”
“I’m not on the payroll, but yes, I work with the FBI.”
“If you’re working for the government, then why not just announce it?”
“Because there are those who shouldn’t know—just yet. Because I don’t know what has really happened—or might happen.”
“So you’re accusing David of being willing to kill to get what he wants?”
John Seymore sized her up quickly and shook his head. “I’m not accusing anyone of anything. Not yet. But Alicia Farr has disappeared. And a man died under mysterious circumstances yesterday. Your name was mentioned by a dying man who supposedly held a secret worth millions.”
“I see…So I shouldn’t trust David, and your only interest in me was because a dying man kept saying my name?” she asked skeptically.
He sighed, feeling his shoulders slump. “I want to protect you.”
“Gee, everybody wants to protect me.”
“Alex, you know that my interest in you was real.”
“What I know is that there are six of us together here for a storm. Together. I won’t be alone. And by the way, I don’t know a damn thing about the treasure, where it is, or what it has to do with dolphins, so you don’t need to draw me into casual conversation about it.”
“Alex, I really am with the authorities.”
“Want to show me some credentials?”
He pulled out his wallet, keeping his distance, showing her his identification.
“Consultant, right,” she said with polite skepticism.
“I’m a civilian employee, working special cases.”
“This is a special case?”
“I was a navy SEAL. This is a sea-related investigation.”
“Well, as we both know, IDs can be easily faked.”
“I’m telling the truth,” he said.
“So you went after Laurie?” she said, still polite, but her tone conveying that she didn’t believe a word.
“I didn’t go after Laurie. There was nothing personal between us. Besides, you were back with your ex-husband,” he said flatly, then added a careful, “And far too trusting of him, far too quickly.”
“Well, rest assured, I’m not sure if I trust anyone anymore. And now I see Jay. I have to lock up a few things and get up to the lodge. Excuse me, please.”
She walked by him as if she had all the confidence in the world. His eyes followed her, and he could see that she hadn’t been lying. Jay Galway was
