Not unexpectedly, the inside was full of sea bottom. A layer of sand covered whatever was tucked inside. Kerry brushed away the sand with her fingertips and removed the contents, which felt hard 290 Melissa Good and slick to the touch.

“What is it?” Bob asked eagerly.

Kerry pulled it free and unfolded it. “Something plastic.” She opened it fully and laid it on the shelf. It was a notebook-sized sheet, encased in a stiff laminate, heavily creased where it had obviously been folded many times.

The writing on it was tiny. Even Kerry, whose vision was darn near perfect, had to squint at it. Dar didn’t even try. Instead she angled the light closer and turned, heading back toward the living area. “I’ll get a magnifying glass.”

“It’s been reduced,” Kerry said. “It’s a bunch of pages, laid out.”

The trembling in his hand indicating his excitement, Bob pointed. “Is that a will? That cover page looks like the one that got tossed out!”

Charlie grunted. “That’s a fisherman,” he said. “Knew what he was about in keeping that stuff. Bud ’n I have our important stuff done the same way, ’cept we got it full sized.”

Dar returned with a small, handheld magnifier. She handed it to Kerry, who focused it on the first square of miniscule lettering.

Everyone waited while the blonde woman read.

“It’s a trust,” Kerry murmured. “This part, and yeah—that section’s a will.” She pointed at a third set of pages. “Those are the documents of ownership for the boat. It’s all legal papers.” She looked up at Dar. “And this section at the bottom looks like his float plan for the Caribbean.”

Dar exhaled. “Proof he wasn’t nuts,” she said, “and that he was here for a reason.”

“Yes! Yes!” Bob yelled in elation. “There it is! We got him! We got the damn bastard!”

Dar held the slim, metal case in one hand and stared at it, her head shaking in patent disbelief. “I can’t believe we’ve had this damn thing the whole freaking time,” she cursed, lifting the top of the case and shutting it.

“Damn.” Looking profoundly relieved, Charlie exhaled.

“Damn, damn,damn!”

“I'm damn glad to see this." Dar sighed. "At least we've got something to work with now.”

“What?” Bob said. “Give it to me. That’s Tanya's!”

“Hey!” Kerry covered the sheet with both hands to block his hasty grab.

Dar clamped her fingers down on his wrist. “Leave it. That’s our only real bargaining chip.”

“You can't give that to him! No!” Bob wrenched his arm free from Dar's grip and lunged for the packet. Avoiding Charlie's outstretched fingers, he yanked at Kerry's shoulder.


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Dar reacted instinctively. Her left hand whipped up, tangling with Bob’s arm as she shifted and threw her weight against him.

“Get away from her,” Dar warned, aware suddenly of Kerry’s gently bemused look.

Charlie stepped between them and forced Bob back, shoving him against the wall. “Don't give me no excuses, you gutless git,”

he told Bob. “I don’t give a damn about no money or what you’re gonna get out of this. That there’s the key to me getting my partner back.”

“You can’t take it,” Bob panted. “You don’t understand what’s at stake here.”

Kerry slipped around them and carried the sheet with her over to the couch. “No,” she advised Bob. “You don’t understand what’s at stake here. Or what’s worse, you don’t care. Someone’s life is in danger; how can you even think about keeping this?” With a disgusted shake of her head, Kerry used a cloth to pat the sheet dry.

“Dar, I can’t even scan this. It won’t pick up these letters, even as a hi- res graphic.”

“I won’t let you turn that over to him,” Bob warned. “I won’t. I won’t; I…urp.” His eyes bugged out as Charlie got a big hand around his throat and started to squeeze.

The ex-sailor had lost his patience. “Shut the hell up ’fore I toss you overboard.”

Bob glared at all of them, but subsided. Charlie released his throat, staying close by just in case. “You can’t,” Bob muttered.

“You can’t.”

“We will,” Kerry replied steadily. ‘And if you try to interfere, you’re going to get hurt.”

“Damn straight,” Charlie agreed.


Chapter

Twenty-five

“DAR?” KERRY TIED the laces on her sneaker. “I have a question.” They were in the bedroom changing, by only the dim light of the bedside lamp. It was quiet and cool, and presented a last moment of peace before they went to do battle with the weather and DeSalliers.

Dar was fastening the top button on her jeans. “Mm?”

“How are we going to get to DeSalliers’ boat?”

Dar’s hands paused and she looked up. “He’s got a skiff, I think. I saw it hanging off a winch when we were onboard.”

Kerry at her gazed seriously. “What if we need to get back in a hurry? I hate to be at his mercy like that.”

The boat pitched, making them both grab for balance. After it steadied, Dar put her hands on her hips and frowned thoughtfully.

“We could swim, I suppose,” she said. “But in this weather, damn, I hope we don’t have to.”

Kerry stepped closer and slid her fingertips inside Dar’s waistband. “You think we should dress accordingly, just in case?

Not that I don’t love you in jeans, sweetie, because I do, but they’re a bitch to swim in.” She gave the waistband a tug. “Even if they are loose like these.”

“You’ve got a point,” Dar acknowledged, studying Kerry’s own outfit of a T-shirt tucked into shorts. “I could just go in my bathing suit with a pair of gym shorts over it,” she said. “You have a suit on under that?”

“Yes, I do, so that would be perfect,” Kerry agreed. She watched quietly as her partner changed, sliding out of the jeans and folding them neatly before she donned her bathing suit. “Dar?” In the relatively dim light, she could still see the reflections off Dar’s eyes. “Are you scared?”

Dar adjusted the shoulder strap on her solid black suit. “Of doing this?”

Kerry nodded.

“A little.” The dark-haired woman sighed. “Scared something else will happen and someone, us maybe, or Bud, will get hurt. Sure Terrors of the High Seas 293

I’m scared.”

“I feel a lot better now that we have this.” Kerry touched the plastic coated sheet on the dresser. “It’s not just a bluff anymore.”

Dar nodded.

“Shame he gets to win, though,” Kerry observed. “Kind of frustrating, really. We get the answers at last, and now it’s for nothing. Patrick Wharton wins anyway.”

“I’ve got a theory about that.” Dar pulled a light, cotton short-sleeved shirt on over her suit, leaving it unbuttoned. “What goes around, comes around. He’ll get his one day.” She carefully stored her precious pocket watch in a drawer, tucking it into a fold of one of her spare shirts.

“Like my father did?” Kerry asked quietly.

Dar paused and looked at her thoughtfully. “You could say that,” she agreed slowly. “It catches up to you.” Her eyes dropped.

“Like it did to me.”

Kerry moved closer and her voice rose with her indignation.

“You’re not seriously comparing yourself to either Wharton or my father, are you?”

“No, not exactly.”

“Good.” Kerry bumped against her. “Then what are you talking about?”

Dar circled Kerry’s neck with her arms and rested her forehead against her partner’s. “I’m not really sure. Ask me again later,” she said.

The boat swayed and they both swayed with it. Kerry took hold of Dar’s waist and leaned in to kiss her. “Time to get going,” she said. “I’ll be glad when this is over.”

Dar rubbed noses with her. “Me, too,” she admitted. “Because when it is, I’m gonna kick everyone off this damn boat and put a do not disturb sign on the railing.”

“Right there with you,” Kerry said.

Dar tucked the plastic sheet into her back pocket and zipped it, then put her arm around Kerry’s shoulders and steered her toward the bedroom door. “Know what I was just thinking? The old man was a bastard. Maybe it’s poetic justice the kid took everything.”

Kerry sighed. “That thought had occurred to me. Though I’m not sure that the wife should be punished for the sins of the husband.”

They opened the door and walked out into the boat’s living area. “I’m going to go start up the engines,” Dar told Charlie, who was keeping a dour eye on the still-glowering Bob. She grabbed her rain slicker off the counter and slipped into it, fastening the catches. “Might as well get moving.”

“I’ll go on up there with you.” Charlie got up carefully, getting his balance over his artificial leg.


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‘ Thanks a lot, guys,’ Kerry telepathically sent to them, as they hastened to leave her with the furious Bob. “I’m going to heat up the soup, Dar. We missed dinner.”

Soup. Dar’s stomach suddenly rumbled loudly. “Great idea.”

She gave her partner an appreciative look. “Thanks.”

“Mm.” Kerry let her eyes rest on Bob, then met Dar’s. One pale eyebrow quirked.

Dar returned a mildly sheepish look and a shrug. “Call me when it’s ready. I’ll come get you,” she said. “I mean, get it.”

‘I liked the first one better,’ Kerry mouthed, before she turned and made her way into the galley.

Up on the bridge, Dar navigated carefully through the storm, edging closer and closer to the meeting point. It was so dark she could barely see past the bow, and she was relying only on her radar and her depth finder to keep her out of trouble. The rain lashed hard against them, moving almost sideways in its intensity.