“And also that it looks like he owns a scuba-diving shop where he and Catherine used to work.”
“That’s another thing to write down. I think we can find out more about that from up here as well. Anything else?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Well, it’s a good beginning. This might be easier than we think. Let’s start making some calls.”
The first place Deanna called was the Wilmington Journal , the newspaper that served the area. She identified herself and asked to speak with someone who was familiar with boating. After a couple of transfers, she found herself speaking with Zack Norton, who covered sportfishing and other ocean sports. After explaining that she wanted to know if there was a place that kept a registry of boat names, she was told that there wasn’t.
“boats are registered with an identification number, almost like cars,” he said in a slow drawl, “but if you have the name of the person, you might be able to find out the name of the boat on the form if it’s listed. It’s not a required piece of information, but a lot of people put it down anyway.” Deanna scribbled the words “Boats not registered by name” on the pad in front of her and showed it to Theresa.
“That was a dead end,” Theresa said quietly.
Deanna put her hand over the receiver and whispered, “Maybe, maybe not. Don’t give up so easily.”
After thanking Zack Norton for his time and hanging up, Deanna looked over the list of clues again. She thought for a moment, then decided to call information for the phone numbers of scuba-diving shops in the Wilmington area. Theresa watched as Deanna wrote down the names and numbers of the eleven shops that were listed. “Is there anything else I can do for you, ma’am?” the operator asked.
“No, you’ve been more than helpful. Thank you.”
She hung up the phone, and Theresa looked at her curiously. “What are you going to ask them when you call?”
“I’m going to ask for Garrett.”
Theresa’s heart skipped a beat. “Just like that?”
“Just like that,” Deanna said, smiling as she dialed. She motioned for Theresa to pick up the other extension, “just in case it’s him,” and they both waited quietly for someone to answer at Atlantic Adventures, the first name they were given.
When the phone finally picked up, Deanna took a deep breath and asked pleasantly if Garrett was available to teach any classes. “I’m sorry, I think you have the wrong number,” the voice said quickly. Deanna apologized and hung up.
they received the same answer on the next five calls. Unswayed, Deanna went down the list to the next name and dialed again. Expecting the same answer, she was surprised when the person on the line hesitated for a moment.
“Are you talking about Garrett Blake?”
Garrett.
Theresa nearly fell from the chair at the sound of his name. Deanna said yes, and the man who answered went on.
“He’s with Island Diving. Are you sure we can’t help you? We’ve got some classes starting soon.”
Deanna quickly excused herself. “No, I’m sorry. I really need to work with Garrett. I promised him I would.” When she put the phone back in the cradle, she was smiling broadly.
“So, we’re getting close now.”
“I can’t believe it was that easy. . . .”
“It wasn’t that easy, if you think about it, Theresa. Unless a person found more than one letter, it wouldn’t have been possible.”
“Do you think it’s the same Garrett?”
She cocked her head and raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you?”
“I don’t know yet. Maybe.”
Deanna shrugged off the reply. “Well, we’ll find out soon enough. This is getting fun.”
Deanna then called information again and got the number for the ship registry of Wilmington. After dialing, she told the voice on the line who she was and asked for someone who could help her verify some information. “My husband and I were vacationing down there,” she told the woman who answered the phone, “when our boat broke down. This nice gentleman found us and helped us get back to shore. His name was Garrett Blake, and i think the name of his boat was Happenstance , but I want to be sure when I write the story.”
Deanna went on, refusing to let the woman get a word in edgewise. She told her how scared she had been and how much it had meant when Garrett had come to their rescue. Then, after flattering the woman about how nice people were in the South and Wilmington in particular and how she wanted to do a story on southern hospitality and the kindness of strangers, the woman was more than willing to help. “Since you’re just verifying the information and not asking for anything you don’t know, I’m sure it won’t be a problem. Hold on for a second.”
Deanna drummed her fingers on the desk while the sounds of Barry Manilow wafted through the receiver. The woman picked up again.
“Okay. Let’s see now . . .” Deanna heard tapping on a keyboard, then a strange beep. After a moment, the woman said the words that both Deanna and Theresa hoped she would.
“Yes, here it is. Garrett Blake. Um . . . you got the name right, at least according to the information we have. It says here that the boat is named Happenstance .”
Deanna thanked her profusely and asked for the lady’s name, “so she could write about another person who epitomized hospitality.” After spelling it back to the woman, she hung up the phone, beaming.
“Garrett Blake,” she said with a victorious smile. “Our mysterious writer is named Garrett Blake.”
“I can’t believe you found him.”
Deanna nodded as if she’d accomplished something even she doubted she could do. “Believe it. This old woman still knows how to research information.”
“that you do.”
“Anything else that you want to know more about?”
Theresa thought for a moment. “Can you find out anything about Catherine?”
Deanna shrugged and readied herself for the task. “I don’t know, but we can give it a try. Let’s call the paper to see if anything is in their records. If the death was accidental, it may have been written up.”
Again, Deanna called the paper and asked for the news department. Unfortunately, after speaking with a couple of people, she was told that newspapers from a few years back were recorded on microfiche and couldn’t be accessed easily without a specific date. Deanna asked for and received a name that Theresa should contact when she got down there, in case she wanted to look up the information on her own.
“I think that’s about all we can do from here. The rest is up to you, Theresa. But at least you know where to find him.”
Deanna held out the slip of paper with the name. Theresa hesitated. Deanna looked at her for a moment, then set the paper on the desk. She picked up the phone one more time.
“Now who’re you calling?”
“My travel agency. You’re going to need a flight and a place to stay.”
“I haven’t even said I was going yet.”
“Oh, you’re going.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“Because I’m not going to have you sitting around the newsroom for the next year wondering what might have been. You don’t work well when you’re distracted.”
“Deanna . . .”
“Don’t ‘Deanna’ me. You know the curiosity would drive you crazy. It’s already driving me crazy.”
“But—”
“But nothing.” She paused for a moment, and her words came softer. “Theresa, remember—you’ve got nothing to lose. The worst that could possibly happen is that you fly home in a couple of days. That’s all. You’re not going on a quest to search for a tribe of cannibals. You’re just going to find out if your curiosity was warranted.”
They were both silent as they stared at each other. Deanna had a slight smirk on her face, and Theresa felt her pulse quicken as the finality of the decision hit her. My God, I’m actually going to do this. I can’t believe I’m going along with this.