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  "David, I'm fine. We'll talk tomorrow. Go away!"

  "I won't leave you."

  "Well, I won't let you in."

  "I'll have to sleep on the porch then."

  "Feel free."

  She let the curtain fall closed. He slammed the glass with a fist. She was afraid for a minute it would shatter, despite the fact that it was supposedly hurricane-proof.

  She stared at the drapes a long time. He didn't speak again, or hit the glass.

  Maybe he had actually gone away. She forced herself to walk to her bedroom, lie down, close her eyes.

  At some point, she finally slept.

  Her alarm went off at six. She nearly threw it across the room. She felt as if she'd never actually slept, as if her mind had never had a chance to turn off.

  After a second, she jumped out of bed and raced to the back, hesitated for a second, then carefully moved the curtain to look out.

  David was just rising. To her absolute amazement, he had spent the night with his tall, muscular form pretzeled into the rattan sofa on the porch.

  Suddenly she was afraid. Very afraid.

  Chapter 5

  David wasn't feeling in a particularly benign mood toward Alex, even after he had showered, gone back to his own cottage, downed nearly a pot of coffee, shaved and donned swim trunks, a T-shirt and deck shoes for the day. She'd really locked him out.

  And gone to sleep without letting him back in.

  He should have slept in his own bed. His cottage was next to hers—it just seemed farther because of the foliage that provided privacy and that real island feel that was such an advertised part of Moon Bay.

  He hadn't gone to his own cottage, though, because he had seen someone snooping around her place. And the phone call he'd gone out to take hadn't been the least bit reassuring.

  With that in mind, he pocketed his wallet and keys, and left his cottage. Wanting to get out on the water ahead of the resort dive boat, he hurried down to the marina to board the Icarus.

  As he started to loosen the yacht's ties, he heard his name being called.

  Looking up, he saw John Seymore walking swiftly down the dock toward him. Hank Adamson and Jay Galway were following more slowly behind, engaged in conversation.

  "Hey," he called back, sizing up Seymore again. For someone who had been spending his time diving the Pacific, he was awfully bronzed. That didn't mean anything in itself. The water on the West Coast might be cold as hell, but the sun could be just as bright as in the East.

  "You're heading out early," John Seymore said. "Anywhere specific?"

  "Just the usual dive sites," he replied. He realized that Seymore was angling for an invitation. Why not? "Are you booked on the resort's boat?"

  "Couldn't get in—she was full," Seymore said cheerfully. "Hank had the same problem. We tried to weasel our way in through Jay, but he suggested we come down here to see what you had in store."

  Just what he wanted. Jay Galway, Hank Adamson and Mr. Surf-Blond All-Around-Too-Decent-Guy out on the Icarus with him.

  On the other hand, maybe not such a bad idea. He would know where the three of them were, and he might just find out what each of the men knew.

  He shrugged. "Come aboard."

  "I really appreciate the invitation," Seymore said. "Guys!" he shouted back loudly. "We're in!"

  "Hop in, grab a line," David said.

  John Seymore came on first, followed by Jay Galway, who hurried ahead of Hank Adamson. "Hey, thanks, David. Sincerely," Galway said. David nodded, figuring that Jay hadn't been happy about having to tell the writer that he couldn't get out for the day, even though it must look good for the resort's programs to be booked.

  "This is damn decent of you," Adamson said, hopping on with agility. "Need some help with anything?"

  "Looks like Jay has gotten the rest of the ropes. Make yourself at home."

  "Want me to put some coffee on while we're moving out?" Jay asked.

  "Good idea," David said.

  "Sorry, I should have thought of that," John said, grimacing. "I always think of being on a yacht like this and drinking beer and lolling around on the deck."

  "Oh, there's beer. Help yourself to anything in the galley." Just stay the hell out of my desk, he thought.

  David kept his speed low as he maneuvered the shallow waters by the dock, then let her go. The wind whipped by as the Icarus cut cleanly through the water. Adamson and Seymore had remained topside with him, and both seemed to feel the natural thrill of racing across the incredible blue waters with a rush. When they neared the first dive spot on the reef, he slowed the engine.

  "Trust me to take the helm?" Seymore asked him.

  "Sure," David said, giving him the heading briefly, then hopping down the few steps that led to the cabin below.

  He glanced around quickly, assuring himself that his computer remained untouched and it didn't appear Galway had been anywhere near his desk, which was in the rear of the main cabin in a mahogany enclave just behind the expansive dining table and the opposing stretch of well-padded couch.

  "Good timing. Coffee's ready," Jay told him. Jay knew the Icarus. He'd once gone out with David on a salvage expedition, when he'd been going down to the wreck of a yacht lost in storm, the Monday Morning. The boat had been dashed to pieces, but she'd carried a strongbox of documents her corporate owners had been anxious to find. It had been a simple recovery, but Galway had been elated to be part of the process.

  "Thanks," David said.

  Jay handed him a cup of black coffee. "For a good-looking son of a bitch, you look like hell this morning," Jay told him.

  "I didn't sleep well."

  Jay poured himself a cup. "Me neither."

  "Dreaming about corpses?"

  Jay didn't look startled by the question. "There was no corpse," he said flatly.

  "Not when you got there," David suggested.

  Jay shook his head. "I asked Alex not to say anything—since we didn't have a body."

  "She didn't."

  "Then?"

  "It's an island, a very small one," David reminded him.

  "I was sure Laurie would have the good sense to keep quiet when I asked her to," Jay said disgustedly.

  "Laurie didn't talk. Things…get around."

  "So you're not going to tell me where you got your information?" Jay asked.

  "Nope."

  "Like I said, there was no body," Jay told him. He frowned. "How far do you think it's gotten around?"

  "Who knows?"

  Jay groaned. "If the guests start to hear this…"

  "I don't think it'll get around to the rest of the guests," David assured him. God, the coffee was good.

  "It was Len, wasn't it? And don't deny it."

  "Doesn't matter how I know. And I haven't said a word to anyone else. I know Alex hasn't either, and I'd almost guarantee Laurie hasn't. I do have a question for you. What makes you so convinced Alex was duped?"

  Jay looked at him. His surprise seemed real. "There was no body there. And corpses don't get up and walk."

  "They can be moved."

  "I'm not an idiot. I was looking around just like the sheriff. The sheriff. We didn't just call security and forget it. We called the sheriff. There was no sign of a body ever having been there or being taken away. There were no footprints and no drag marks."

  "What the hell does that mean? Someone strong enough could throw a woman's body over his shoulder—and there are palms fronds around by the zillions. Footprints on a beach could easily be erased."

  "There couldn't have been a body," Jay said.

  David watched him for a few minutes. Jay wasn't meeting his eyes. Instead he seemed intent on wiping the counter where nothing had spilled.

  "You look like you're afraid there might have been. And worse, you look as if you're afraid you know who it could have been," David said softly.

  Jay stared at him then. "Don't be insane! I'd never kill anyone."

  "I didn't say you would. You know
, I asked you before about Alicia Farr. You assured me that she hadn't checked in to the resort."

  "She hasn't," Jay protested.

  "She was supposed to be here."

  "She called about a possible reservation, but she never actually booked. I didn't think she would. It's not her cup of tea. Anyway, that was it. She called once, made sure I had the dates available that she wanted, then said she'd get back to me. She didn't. That's the God's honest truth. She never called back."

  It sounded as if Jay was sincere, but David couldn't be certain.

  Jay gasped suddenly, staring at David. "I know what you're thinking! Believe me, there couldn't have been a corpse. And if there was…it couldn't have been Alicia. I mean, she didn't check in. She was never on the island."

  "Well, if there wasn't a corpse, it couldn't have been anyone, right? But I should tell you, Alicia was in Miami a week ago, where she rented a boat and said she was heading down to one of the small private islands in the Keys."

  "Do you know how many small private islands there are down here? Maybe she intended to come here but changed her mind. She must have arranged to go somewhere else—maybe a place that belongs to a friend or something." His eyes narrowed. "Were you…with her? In Miami?"

  David shook his head.

  "How do you know what she was doing, then?"

  "She called me. Then when I called back and couldn't reach her I had a friend do a trace on her."

  "Alicia is independent. She knows her way around."

  "When she called me, she asked me to meet her here, at Moon Bay. The way she talked, she was excited about seeing Moon Bay. She seemed very specific. When she called you, she didn't say anything about her reason for coming?"

  "I swear, she didn't tell me anything. She was pleasant and asked about available dates, and that was all," Jay assured him, then frowned. They could both see Hank Adamson's deck shoes, then his legs, as he descended into the cabin.

  "Mind if I take a look around her?" he asked David.

  "Hell no. I'm proud of my girl and delighted to give you a tour. Jay, how about relieving John at the helm, so he can get a good look at the Icarus, too?"

  "Sure. I already know my way around," Jay told Adamson. There was a note of pride in his voice. David watched him thoughtfully as he headed topside.

  Jay Galway had been sweating when they talked. A little sheen of perspiration had shown on his upper lip.

  So…

  Either he was afraid, or he was lying.

  Or both.

  Alex had expected Zach to be a problem.

  He wasn't. The teenager duly handed her his dive card, then sat through her reminders and instructions like an angel. His mom had decided to stay on shore, despite the fact that they were going to make a stop on one of the main islands before returning that night.

  Doug Herrera was captaining their dive boat, and Mandy Garcia was Alex's assistant. They all switched between dive excursions and the dolphins. Gil and Jeb were dealing with the morning's swim, and Laurie was taking her day off. Actually, Alex had expected to see her friend at the docks anyway—Laurie loved to dive, and she especially loved a day when the boat was scheduled to make a stop on one of the main islands when she wasn't working. It was a chance to check out the little waterside bar where they had a meal and after-dive drinks, for those who chose, before returning to Moon Bay.

  But Laurie had still been at the Tiki Hut when Alex left, so maybe the late night and the excitement of the day had caused her to sleep in. And maybe she had decided not to come because Seth Granger was on the dive, and he always made things miserable.

  At Molasses Reef, their first dive, Alex noted that the Icarus, David's yacht, was already anchored nearby. They never anchored on the reefs themselves. Most divers were aware of the very delicate structure of the reef and that it shouldn't be touched by human hands, much less bear the weight of an anchor, and wouldn't have moored there even if there hadn't been laws against it. David was close though, closer than they went themselves.

  "Now that's a great-looking yacht," Seth commented, spitting on his mask to prep it.

  "Yes," she agreed. The Icarus was a thirty-two footer, and she looked incredible under full sail. Today, however, David wasn't sailing her. He'd apparently used the motor. The yacht moved like a dream, either way. Inside, the mahogany paneling and rich appointments made her just as spectacular. The galley had every possible accessory, as did the captain's desk. She was big enough to offer private sleeping facilities for up to three couples.

  "You should have asked for the yacht," Seth said, eyeing the Icarus.

  "I beg your pardon?"

  "In your divorce settlement. You should have asked for the yacht. She's a beauty. But, hey, you've got another chance to ask for her now. Heard you're not really divorced," Seth said.

  "Where did you hear that?"

  He laughed again, or rather, bellowed. "People talk, you know. Moon Bay is an island. Small. People talk. About everything."

  He stared at her, which gave her a very uncomfortable feeling. What else was being discussed?

  "I don't want her. She belongs to David. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to get in the water. And so do you. The tour group is waiting."

  Her people were buddied up the way she'd arranged them after she'd duly studied their certificates and discussed their capabilities. She'd decided to buddy up with Zach herself.

  In the water, leading the way, even though she was checking constantly to assure herself that her group indeed knew what they were doing and how to deal with their equipment, she found a certain peace. The sound of her own air bubbles always seemed lulling and pleasant. As yet, no cell phones rang here.

  Zach stuck with her, amazed. A Michigan kid, he'd gotten his certificate in cold waters and was entranced by the reef. It was a joy to see his pleasure in the riot of tropical fish, and in the giant grouper that nosily edged their way.

  This was an easy dive; most of it no more than thirty feet. When she counted her charges again, she saw that Seth Granger had wandered off. His "buddy," the mother of the girls from the day before, was looking lost.

  Alex motioned to Zach, then went after Granger. He seemed hostile, but, to her relief, he rejoined the group.

  Back on deck, he was annoyed. "I saw David out on the reef. I was just going over for a friendly underwater hello."

  "Mr. Granger—"

  "Seth. Come on, honey, we've seen enough of each other."

  "Seth, if you'd wanted an unplanned, individual dive, you should have spoken with David earlier—and gone out on the Icarus with him. I'm sure he'd have been happy to have you."

  "Don't be ridiculous. You know I know what I'm doing in the water."

  "Guess what, Seth? I don't go diving alone. Too dangerous. Now, I can have the skipper take the boat back in and drop you off at Moon Bay, or you can stay with the group and abide by our rules."

  He pointed a finger at her. "I'll be talking to your boss tonight."

  "You do that."

  At the next two stops, he still wandered, but not as badly, as the first time pretending he had become fascinated by a school of tangs and followed them too far, and then, on the last go-round, that he had seen a fantastic turtle and been unable to resist.

  When the last dive was completed, Alex allowed herself a moment's pleasure. Zach was in seventh heaven, and her other divers were exuberant over the beauty they had witnessed. They were ready, when they reached the main island and the little thatch-roofed diner, to eat, drink and chat.

  "Good job, boss lady!" Jeb commented to her, a sparkle in his eye, as they went ashore themselves. "How about you have a nice dinner, and I'll keep Seth out of your hair?"

  Jeb was great. A college senior, he was only hers for the summer. He was a thin kid, with flyaway dark hair, and a force and energy that defied his bony appearance. He never argued with her, watched her intently all the time, and was one of those people who seemed intent on really learning and absorbing all the information
they could. When she wasn't working with Laurie, she was happiest with Jeb, though all her assistants were handpicked and great.

  "You're on," she told him gratefully.

  Leaving the dive boat to her captain, Alex made certain all her charges were comfortable at the Egret Eatery, as the little restaurant was called.

  Zach had already found the video games located at the rear of the place. The adults had settled in at various tables.

  She saw Jay, Hank, John and David at a table and felt a moment's wary unease. The four of them had obviously spent the day out on the reef together. She'd known the Icarus was a stop ahead of her all day. She just hadn't realized how full the yacht had been.

  She was about to venture toward their table, but then she saw Seth Granger moving that way, so she steered clear.

  "Hey, guys," Seth bellowed. "Mind if I join you? Drinks on me. What'll it be?"

  "A pitcher of beer would be appreciated," Hank told him.

  "Coke for me," David said.

  "Come on. You're not going to crash after one beer, buddy."

  "No, a Coke will do fine for me." David looked up and caught Alex's eyes across the room. She felt a chill leap across the open space. For a man so determined to see to her safety, he looked a lot like he wanted to throttle her. Apparently he hadn't enjoyed his night on the porch.

  But he had stayed there. And he believed her, believed that the body she had discovered was Alicia Farr's, and that she herself might well be in real danger.

  But from who?

  Since she wasn't captaining any boat, she turned to the bar and asked Warren, the grizzled old sailor who owned the place, for a beer.

  "Sure thing, Alex. How's it going over there? It's been a little slow around here."

  "Really? I'm not sure about the hotel, but the dives and swims have been full," she told him.

  Setting her glass down, he pointed at the television. "Storm season."

  "Summer is always slower than winter. Northerners stay home and sweat in their own states during the summer," she reminded him.

  He grinned. "Maybe, but we usually get a bigger Florida crowd around here than we've been getting lately."