“What’s that?” David asked after a long silence. Dane Whitelaw didn’t usually hesitate. An ex–specialforces agent, he had opened his own place in Key Largo, where he combined dive charters with a private investigation firm. Sounded a bit strange, but it seemed to work out well enough. He avoided a lot of the big city slush and came up with some truly interesting work, a lot of it to do with boats lost at sea and people who disappeared after heading out for the Caribbean.
Some of them wanted to disappear.
Some of them were forced to do so.
But if he needed information of any kind, David had never met anyone as capable as Dane of finding it out.
Dane was still silent.
“You still there?” David asked.
“Yeah.”
“Well?”
“Apparently, according to the old guy’s night nurse, your ex-wife’s name kept coming up, as well.”
“What?”
“She said the two kept talking about an Alex McCord.”
David digested the information slowly. Finally it was Dane’s turn to ask, “Hey, David, you still there?”
“Yeah, yeah. I need another favor.”
“What’s that?”
“Look into a guy for me. If he’s telling the truth at all, you should be able to dig up some stuff on him.”
“Sure. Who’s the guy?”
“An ex–navy SEAL. John Seymore.”
Jeb had his tie. Alex wasn’t certain what it was going to look like when combined with a dress shirt and a jacket, but it was certainly a comment about the lifestyle he loved. Light blue dolphins leaping against a cobalt background.
Alex had purchased one of the same ties. Reflex action, she decided. The darker color was just like David’s eyes, and she used to buy all kinds of little things just because they might appeal to him.
“Damn,” she murmured as they walked back to the restaurant.
“What?”
“Oh…nothing. I guess I don’t really want to go back in and see our…group.” Nor did she want to pass the alley. She could see David. He was bare chested, wearing deep green trunks and deck shoes, leaning against the wall. He hadn’t noticed them yet, because he was too deeply engrossed in a telephone conversation.
“Our group? Oh, you mean Seth Granger,” Jeb suggested.
She shrugged. “Right. Seth.” Seth was just a pain in the butt, though. Annoying to deal with, but once she was away from him, she forgot all about him.
She really didn’t want to see David. She was furious with herself for having instinctively bought the tie.
“Just walk on by then, Alex. The boat is at the end of the dock. Wait there. I’ll go in and gather up the forces. Hopefully anyone who wandered off shopping is back. And hopefully those who did more drinking than eating won’t be too inebriated.”
She smiled and thanked him, then started down the dock. The sunset was coming in, and she believed with her whole heart that nothing could compare to sunset in the Florida Keys. The colors were magnificent. If there was rain on the horizon, they were darker. On a bright day like today, the night came with a riot of unparalleled pastels.
It was her favorite time of day. Peaceful. Especially when she had a few moments alone, as she did now. The dock was empty. The other boaters docked nearby were either on shore or in their cabins. The evening was hers.
She strolled the length of rustic wood planks and, at the end, stretched and sat, dangling her feet as she appreciated the sky and tried not to think about the corpse she had seen.
Or the husband she had so suddenly reacquired.
“Who’s missing here?”
David had just reentered the restaurant in time to hear Jeb Larson’s question.
“Mr. Granger,” Zach called out helpfully.
“Mr. Denham,” Jeb asked, spotting David. “Have you seen Mr. Granger?”
“Sorry, I went out to make a call. He was at the table when I left.”
Jay Galway came striding in at that moment, a bag bearing the name of a local shop in his hand. He arched an eyebrow at Jeb. “Got a problem?”
“Just missing a diver,” Jeb said, never losing his easy tone. “Mr. Granger.”
Jay seemed startled as he looked around. “He was here twenty minutes ago,” he said. “David?”
“Don’t know. I was on the phone.”
“He said something about going out for a smoke,” Hank Adamson called. He was standing at the end of the bar. David was certain he hadn’t been there a minute ago.
He looked around. John Seymore seemed to be among the missing, as well, but just then he came striding in from around back.
“Excuse me, Mr. Seymore,” Jeb called. “Have you seen Mr. Granger?”
“Nope,” John Seymore said.
“Leave it to Granger.”
The words were a bare whisper of aggravation, but David was close enough to Jay Galway to hear them.
“Well, relax…we’ll find him,” Jeb said, still cheerful.
“Maybe he went shopping,” Zach suggested.
“Yep, maybe,” Jeb said, and tousled the boy’s hair.
“You know,” David said quietly to Jay, “they can take the dive boat on back. We can wait for him.”
Jay cast him a glance that spoke volumes about his dislike for the man, but all he said was, “We can wait a few minutes.”
Alex stared at the lights as they played over the water. The lapping sound of the sea as it gently butted against dozens of hulls and the wood of the dock pilings was lulling. The little ripples below her were growing darker, but still, there was a rainbow of hues, purple, deepest aqua, a blue so dark it was almost ebony.
She frowned, watching as something drifted out from beneath the end of the dock where she sat.
At first, she was merely puzzled. What on earth…?
Then her blood ran cold. She leaped to her feet, staring down. Her jaw dropped, and she clenched her throat to scream…caught the sound, started to turn, stopped again.
No. This body wasn’t disappearing.
And so she went with her first instinct and began to scream as loudly as she could.
“We all have to wait here for just one guy?” one of the divers complained.
“My Mom will be getting worried,” Zach said.
“Don’t worry, you can use my phone,” David assured the teen, handing it to him. “Don’t you have a cell phone?” he asked the boy.
Zach grinned. “You bet. But Mom wouldn’t let me take it on the boat. Said I might lose it overboard. She doesn’t dive,” he said, as if that explained everything about his mother.
“Leave it to Seth Granger,” Jay said, and this time, he was clearly audible. “Go ahead,” he instructed Jeb. “You and the captain and Alex get our crew back. David has said he doesn’t mind waiting for Granger.” He turned to David. “You’re sure?” he asked.
“Sure. We’ll