“Hour,” Charlie said. “Got a small atoll five, ten minutes from here we could anchor by. Give our snoopy friend a chance to get out of our hair.”
“All right,” Dar said. “Once we’re anchored, you can go take a look at what we found out. See if it makes any sense to you.”
Charlie nodded and turned the boat into the wind, nudging the throttles forward as the waves rocked them from side to side.
KERRY WASN’T A happy person. She leaned her elbows on the counter and studied her hands, regarding the tiny lines on the back of her thumbs as she tried not to chuck up her guts. It isn’t fair, she moaned silently. What is it about the Caribbean that brings on seasickness in me? She’d sailed in the Great Lakes in waves higher Terrors of the High Seas 287
than these and it hadn’t bothered her a bit.
“You okay?”
Kerry turned her head to find Dar standing next to her. “Um.”
She held her breath as the boat rolled in the surf. “Sorta.”
“Sweetheart,” Dar affectionately ran her fingers through Kerry’s hair, “you’re greener than your eyes. Want something for that?”
“Do you have something?” Kerry asked hopefully. “It wasn’t so bad when we were moving.” They’d been at anchor for twenty minutes. Charlie was studying the clues they’d found, and Bob had retreated to the chair near the door.
“No, it wouldn’t be.” Dar fished up in the cabinet over the refrigerator. She retrieved a small box, then leaned against the wall for balance as she ripped it open. “It’s the wallowing.”
Kerry closed her eyes. “Don’t say that word again.”
Dar popped open the foil on two of the tablets and set the box down, turning to retrieve a cup and fill it with water. “Here.” She handed Kerry the pills. “Dramamine.”
Kerry took the pills and the water and made quick work of swallowing them. She set down the cup and sighed. “Got anything else? Any old folk remedies you want to try?”
Dar cocked her head to one side, then with a tiny smirk, she leaned over and captured Kerry’s earlobe between her teeth and nibbled at it gently.
“Orf…bu...Dar!” Kerry squeaked very softly, her eyes widening as she lurched up toward their guests. The attention was causing tiny, interesting jolts to travel down her body, however, warring effectively against the panic.
“Yeees?” Dar murmured.
Kerry wondered if it was the Dramamine working that fast. Her nausea eased and she felt her shoulders relax, despite the continued roll of the boat. “Wow. That works,” she whispered.
“Mmhm,” Dar agreed. “A little tough to do to yourself, though.” She put her arms around Kerry and pulled her back against her body. Kerry clasped her hands around Dar’s and exhaled, seemingly very content.
As the meeting time got closer, Dar was getting more and more worried about it. The knowledge that Bud’s safety was resting on her shoulders weighed on her, and she knew they only had the slimmest number of facts on their side.
“Dar?”
Dar rested her chin against Kerry’s hair. “Hm?”
“I’m going in there with you, to meet with DeSalliers,” Kerry stated. “Just in case you were thinking about asking me not to.”
Was I thinking that? Dar could feel Kerry’s breathing under her hands, a slow and steady motion. “To be honest, I hadn’t really 288 Melissa Good thought about it, Ker. Does it make sense to risk both of us, though?”
Kerry didn’t answer for a few minutes. Her hands stroked Dar’s, a gently comforting sensation. “I just want to be with you,”
she finally said. “I want to be there.”
It seemed right, somehow, if not logical. “Okay,” Dar said. “I’m gonna need all the help I can get, and you’re the best help I could hope for.” She couldn’t see the grin on Kerry’s face, but she knew it was there from the change in her voice.
“Thanks.” Kerry rested her head against Dar’s collarbone. “So, what’s the plan?”
Very good question. “I figure we’ll meet with him,” Dar said.
“Try to set some ground rules. I want to get the money straight first, because if he doesn’t go for that, we’ve got a real problem.”
She kept her voice down, out of Charlie’s hearing range.
“Mm.”
“Get him to show us Bud, to make sure he’s on the boat,” Dar went on. “Then, I guess we let out what we know a bit at a time, see what happens.”
“We don’t know much.”
“I know,” Dar said. “Hey, let’s see if we can get that box open.”
They walked across to the console and leaned over the box as Bob watched them curiously. Dar picked up a pocketknife and opened it, starting to pry gently at the barnacles covering the box as Kerry held it.
“You think anything’s in there?” Bob asked.
“Probably not,” Kerry admitted. “I think Dar and I are just antsy and bored, and we want the time to pass faster.”
Dar glanced at her, a trifle startled at having her inner thoughts expressed with such clarity. “Hey,” she pried off a bit of sea life,
“that’s pretty good, Madame Fifi.”
Kerry smiled and fiddled with a clump of the discarded shells.
“How’s your stomach?” Dar asked.
“Fine,” Kerry answered absently. “See if you can get that part off, Dar.”
Bob got up and wandered over to them, peering over their shoulders. Charlie remained poring over the pages of data on the table.
Dar paused to listen to the radio as a weather bulletin crackled to life.
“This is the National Weather Service special advisory number six, for the Eastern Caribbean islands and surrounding waters. A tropical depression has formed just south of the island of St. Croix. Minimum central pressure has been detected at 1008 millibars, and there is some indication of a developing circulation.”
“Son of a bitch,” Dar cursed with feeling.
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“Marine interests in the area are advised to take precautions.
Highest detected winds are 30 knots, with gusts to 35 knots. The storm is moving west northwest at approximately ten knots.”
Charlie got up and limped over to them, his brow creasing with concern as he heard the radio. “Damn.” He looked worried. “We left everything open at home.”
“Tell you what, we’ll get Bud and just head over there,” Dar told him with quiet confidence. “You’ll both be home tonight to take care of things.”
Charlie gave her a speculative look and sighed.
A soft crack made them all jump, then everyone looked at Dar.
She blinked at her hands, which had of their own volition continued to work on opening the box. The coral around the lid had broken off under her knife and fallen to the counter. She put down the knife and fit her fingers around the edge of the box, lifting it up and easing it past the last obstructing coral. Everyone clustered around and peered inside.
Bob craned his head to see. “What is it?”
Dar tilted the box to the light. A slim metal case was nestled tightly inside, its surface corroded by contact with the sea. She put her penknife to good use again—inserted the tip between the edge of the box and the case, and pried up. It resisted briefly, then popped free.
As Dar levered the edge up, Kerry reached inside and grasped the case, lifting it free of its wooden case and setting it on the cabinet top. “There’s a catch.” She touched the front side. “Like an old fashioned compact or something.”
Bob leaned closer. “Are those initials in the top?” He reached over timidly and scraped a bit of debris off the container. “I think they are!”