“What you got there, boy?” Raoul clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth a few times and Tamale crept over with his tail tucked between his legs, as if he thought he might be in trouble for returning without the ball.
“It’s all right, boy. I just want to see what you found.”
Tamale dropped the object at Raoul’s feet. He stooped and retrieved it. A bone. Human. Much too small to have belonged to an adult.
And suddenly Raoul was taken back to when he was a kid and dropped into the scariest night of his life.
Chapter Four
Carlos and Emilio were sitting on the dock having a beer. Raoul had been playing in the sand, making a fort, with twigs for toy soldiers. He’d gone inside to go to the bathroom, and he guessed they hadn’t heard him come back out.
If they had known he was around, his grandfather would have never repeated the horrible things he’d told Carlos about what he thought had happened to Pilar and Reyna.
Raoul had been only six at the time, but his grandfather’s words had frightened him so badly that he’d spent the entire night hiding under Carlos’s bed. If something so terrible could happen to Pilar and Reyna, then it could happen to anyone on the island—even him.
He hadn’t returned to Cape Diablo until he was eleven. Even then he hadn’t ventured far from his grandfather’s side.
“What you got there?” Carlos asked now as he ambled back toward the dock.
Raoul pushed the memories to the back of his mind. “Looks like a leg bone.”
“Probably driftwood. Let me see it.”
Carlos’s hand shook as he exchanged the beer he’d brought Raoul for the bone. The tremors were new, a reminder of how important it was that Raoul succeed in his mission.
“It’s a bone,” Raoul assured him, “and human. I’ve scavenged enough sunken ships to know one when I see it.”
“Guess you’re right,” Carlos said, turning the object over so that he could see it from every angle. “Never know what will wash up out here.” He tossed the bone into the waves before Raoul could stop him.
Raoul decided thirty years was long enough to avoid a subject. “I’m surprised no one ever found the bodies of the Santiago family.”
Carlos stuffed his hands into his pockets and stared out at the water, though there was not much to see in the dark. “No one’s ever proved they’re dead.”
“Or that they’re alive.”
“Right,” Carlos agreed, “so any theory on what happened to them is just groundless speculation.”
“But you must have one. Do you think Andres staged his family’s disappearance?”
Carlos slapped at a mosquito, stepping backward as he did, and almost tripping over Tamale, who was crouched at his heels. “Guess a man might do anything if he had reason enough.”
“You and Andres Santiago must have been close.”
Carlos nodded. “He saved my life once. That binds men.”
“How did that happen?”
“It was back when I served with General Norberto. Andres had come to our camp to deliver some guns and ammunition he’d smuggled into the country. A bunch of guerillas jumped us and one got a fix on me. Andres took him out before he could kill me.”
A gust of wind caught wisps of Carlos’s thinning, gray hair and blew it into his face. He raked it away, then looked straight at Raoul. “All that’s past. No use in bringing any of it up now.”
His tone made it clear the topic was closed. The adage that elderly men spent more time in the past than the present didn’t hold true with Carlos. Or if it did, he didn’t want to talk of it with Raoul.
“It’s getting late,” Carlos said, “past my bedtime.”
And not nearly Raoul’s. Sleep avoided him most nights until the wee hours, so he avoided laying his head on the pillow until his eyelids were so heavy they’d close without a fight.
“You turn in when you’re ready,” Raoul said. “I’ll sleep on the boat.”
“No need. You can take my bed. I’ll stay in one of the guest rooms in the main house. We only have the one renter and she’s in the pool house.”
Even if there had been a dozen renters, there would be room in the big house. “I’m surprised you never moved up there permanently. Surely it’s more comfortable than the boathouse. Definitely more roomy.”
“I’ve thought about it, but I like my own space. The boathouse suits me. It’s clean and private. Mostly, it’s home.”
“More reason I shouldn’t run you out of it,” Raoul said.
“You’re not. I’m offering. A man gets pleasure from sharing his house with kin, and you’re the only family I got left.”
“In that case, I’ll stay in the boathouse.”
“You plan to do some fishing tomorrow?” Carlos asked.
“I’d like to. I was hoping you’d go with me. We can take my boat and hit the open gulf.”
“That would be good, just like old times, ’cept we got that lady staying here—that renter I told you about.”
“I met her when I took a walk up to the courtyard. She seems capable of taking care of herself for a day.”
“It’s not that, it’s just…” Carlos rubbed his whiskered chin with the back of his hand. “The guests are on their own, but still I hate to leave a woman who’s not familiar with the place out here by herself.”
“Alma would be here.”
“Yeah.”
His answer was evasive, but his expression was troubled. Evidently he realized Alma would be no help to Jaci or anyone else, no matter what the emergency.
“Get some sleep,” Raoul said, not wanting talk about Alma tonight. “We can see about fishing tomorrow.”
Carlos nodded. “There’s food in the boathouse if you want a midnight snack. Cereal and stuff like that. Plenty of cold beer, and a bottle of whiskey on the shelf over the sink.”
“I’ll be fine.”
“Then I’ll just get a few things and head to the villa.” Carlos took the path to the boathouse, Tamale at his heels. He stopped after a few steps and turned back to Raoul. “How would you feel about taking another fisherman along—or in this case, a fisherwoman?”
Raoul balked. No way was he buying into that. “I don’t think Alma—”
“Not Alma. Jaci asked me to take her fishing, but I’m sure she’d have a lot more fun on a boat like yours. Besides, my motor’s acting up.”
Raoul mulled over the request. He’d hoped for some quality time when he’d have Carlos’s full attention and no interruptions. Jaci’s presence would make that impossible.
His great-uncle took off his hat and ran his hands through his thinning hair. “There’s nothing wrong with going fishing with a good-looking female.”
“That’s not the issue.”
“Isn’t it? How long has it been since you’ve been with a woman?”
Raoul tensed. He hadn’t expected anything that direct from Carlos. “I’m with women all the time. Some of my best divers are women.”
“You