“I see that Laurie arrived fine,” Jay said.
“Yes.”
“She told Len she forgot to charge her cell phone.”
“Well, yesterday was her day off, and she wasn’t that late this morning,” Alex reminded him. Until she had a chance to listen to Laurie, she certainly didn’t intend to tell Jay that anything was wrong in any way. She turned around, looking toward the next lagoon. Irritated, she realized that both trainers were already off the platform.
“Where’s Gil? Does he know we’re going on a beach hunt?”
“I just passed him. He’s at the Tiki Hut, grabbing a sandwich.”
“Is Laurie with him?”
“I don’t know,” Jay said. “Don’t worry, you’ll have a chance to talk to her when you get back. You know the island better than anyone else, so I appreciate you doing this yourself with Gil.”
“Sure, I’ll go find him.”
Alex looked around for Laurie as she walked the path to the Tiki Hut, which was almost dead quiet, despite the time of day.
“Grilled chicken,” Gil announced to her, lifting a wrapped sandwich. “I got you one, too, and a couple of bottles of water.”
She arched an eyebrow, amused. “The beach isn’t that far.”
“Yeah, but we’ve got a lot of trails to check, just to make sure. The ferry’s already picked up anyone who planned to check out today. It will be returning soon.”
“Where did Laurie go so quickly?” Alex demanded. “She should be cleaning the equipment and battening down with Manny and Jeb.”
“I don’t know. She was with me right after the swim. She was pretty upset, though. She couldn’t believe Jay had us finish the swim when there had been an evacuation notice. But she knows her responsibilities, and we’ve still got hours to get out, though I’m sure the roads will be a mess. We’ll find her when we get back. Jay said you’re staying, but that the rest of the dolphin team has to be on the next ferry.”
“Amazing, isn’t it?” she said, looking at the sky, despite the fact she knew it didn’t really mean anything.
“Always a calm before a storm. Didn’t your folks teach you that?” Gil teased.
“I suppose.”
They reached the beach. As far as the eye could see, it appeared to be empty.
“Well, I’m sure Jay will make sure all the guests and employees are accounted for,” Gil said. “But I guess we have to comb the trails anyway, huh?”
She smiled. “You go to the left, I’ll go to the right, and we’ll circle around and meet in the middle. How’s that?”
Even as she spoke, she felt a lift in the breeze. It was subtle, but there. “I guess the storm really is coming in,” she said.
“You never know. They can predict them all they want, but that doesn’t mean they’re going to do what they’re supposed to. Had it reached hurricane status yet?”
“I don’t know,” she said ruefully. “I wasn’t really paying attention. Yesterday was quite a day, if you’ll remember.”
They’d reached the fork in the trail. “You go your way, I’ll go mine,” he told her.
She nodded and started off.
The trails were actually really pretty. She didn’t know how many of the trees were natural and how many had been planted to give the feel of a lush rain forest. Great palm fronds waved over her head, allowing for a gentle coolness along the walk and, she noted, a lot of darkness and shadow.
The fronds whispered and rustled, and she felt as if the darkness was almost eerie, all of a sudden. There was a noise behind her, and she spun around, then felt like a fool. The noise was nothing more than a squirrel darting across a path.
Still, she felt as if she had come down with a sudden case of goose pimples, and then she knew why. David had told her not be alone.
And certainly not alone walking down an isolated trail.
She was suddenly angry. She’d never been afraid here before. She had enjoyed the solitude that could be found on the island.
But that had been before people started dying.
She quickened her steps, anxious to get back to Gil. “Hello? Anyone out here?” she called. There was no reply.
Birds chattered above her head.
She looked all around herself. Not much farther and she would meet back up with Gil.
She reached the farthest point, seeing the sand on the southern tip of the isle, and stepped off the trail to look around and call out. Nothing.
She turned back, noting that the breeze was growing stronger. In the shelter of the trees, though, she could barely feel it. The dive boat hadn’t gone out that morning, she thought, but pleasure craft had probably been rented out. She hoped all the guests were back in.
“Hello?” she called out again, and once more paused to look around. She quickened her pace, then stopped suddenly.
And it wasn’t a sound that had caused her to stop. It was a stench. A horrible stench.
And she knew what it was. The rotting, decaying, stench of death.
She started walking forward again, shouting now. “Gil! Gil!”
She started to run, and the smell grew stronger.
There was no denying it. Very near them, hidden in the foliage, something—or someone—lay dead.
“Gil!”
She nearly collided with him.
“What the hell is it?” he asked.
“Something dead,” she told him.
“Yeah…that’s what I thought. But where is it coming from?” Gil asked.
“It’s gotten stronger as I’ve come toward you,” Alex told him.
“Then it’s here somewhere.”
She stood still, surveying their immediate surroundings.
“Alex.”
“What?”
“Let’s get out of here,” Gil said.
“Gil, we can’t. We have to find out what it is.”
“Or who it is,” he said uneasily. “Alex, this is a matter for the sheriff.”
“No! Yes, I mean, but not now. I am not letting anyone else disappear.”
“What are you talking about?”
“We have to find out what it is, then call the sheriff. Gil, please?” Alex said. She took a few steps in the direction of a large clump of trees.
“Alex…” Gil said.
“It’s here,” she whispered. “There are a bunch of palm fronds on the ground, fallen leaves…and the smell is really strong. It’s here.”
He looked at her, then sighed. “All right. I’ll lift the fronds.”
“We’ll do it together,” she said.
They steeled themselves against the smell of death and set to work.
And after a moment, it was Gil who let out a sick croak of sound.
David had listened to the radio warnings and decided it was time to head back in. The water where they were was about seventy feet deep, and he’d snagged