Andrew looked up at her. “Morning, there, kumquat,” he greeted, as his eyes drifted past her shoulder. “Where’s mah kid?”

“Sleeping.” Kerry sat down and nibbled her muffin. “She was so tired last night, I thought it would be better if I let her get some rest while I scrounged breakfast for us.”

Andy nodded in agreement. “She done things to be tired from,”

he said. “She okay?”

“I think so.”

“Took them fellers up to the hospital. Looks like them bastards put a few cracks in Bud’s head, but the docs took a few x-rays and let them go on after that. Then Ah came back down here and bunked out with some of the marina folk,” Andrew volunteered.

“You could have come up to our room,” Kerry scolded. “We had plenty of space up there.”

“Nah.” Andrew took a swallow of whatever was in his mug.

“You two young ladies deserve your privacy.”

Kerry propped her chin up on her fist. “Dad, we were just sleeping.” She grinned at him. “I’m glad Bud’s going to be okay.”

“Yeap, me too.”

“Does he know it was you who pulled him out of the boat?”

“Yeap.”

Kerry studied his profile. “Not really happy about that, was he?”

“No, ma’am, he was not.” Andrew turned and looked at her.

“But how would you be knowing that all?” He set his cup down and studied his tablemate. “They say something to you?”

Kerry nodded. “Yes, and Dar told me a little,” she said. “I almost kicked Bud in the nuts a few times until he finally calmed down and stopped saying mean things.” Her fingers played with Terrors of the High Seas 341

the edge of the table. “What was up with that?”

A server came up to them with a pitcher and offered them a drink. Andrew held out his mug and they refilled it, then the server handed Kerry a cup as well.

“Thanks.” Kerry took a cautious sip, relieved to find somewhat tepid fruit juice. She sensed Andrew wasn’t comfortable discussing Bud with her, and decided not to push the subject. “I thought I saw cereal in there. Did you eat yet?”

“Ah did,” he told her. “Went down and checked out the boat.

Hull got banged up a bit, but nothing big. Should be fine to head back with.”

“Thank you,” Kerry said. “Did anyone say if DeSalliers’ boat was brought in?”

“No, ma’am.”

Kerry gazed quietly at him. After a moment, Andrew met her eyes. “Sorry if I butted in where I didn’t belong,” she told him.

Andrew’s expression softened and he blinked a few times.

“Wasn’t that, Kerry,” he answered. “Just somethin’ that burns my shorts, and Ah don’t like chatting about it.”

“Okay.” Kerry nodded. “Are you flying back home?”

“Yeap,” Andy said. “Ah figure you two got things all squared away now. Got a flight back out tonight. They ain’t reopened the airport yet,” he informed her. “Still cleaning up. Storm wracked up some fuss, but not a whole lot outside the marina.”

Kerry studied the horizon, which was clear and cloud free. “It’s funny. I almost feel like last night was a dream,” she mused. “But I know it wasn’t.”

Andrew cocked his head in a listening attitude.

“I’m glad you came out here after us,” Kerry said. “Thanks.”

A smile tugged at the scarred face across from her. “S’what a father’s for, ain’t it?”

Kerry stared off past him, her eyes distant. “Only if you’re very lucky.” She exhaled, dusting the muffin crumbs off her fingers. “I’m going to grab something for me and Dar.” Pushing against the table, she stood up, suddenly wanting to be out of the sun and back with her partner. “Maybe we can find you for lunch?”

Andy got up and patted her on the shoulder. “Lemme give you a hand with your grub, kumquat,” he said. “We maybe need a chit chat, and Ah want to see mah kid.”

Kerry smiled, feeling the tension between them ease a little.

“Okay, Dad. It’s a deal.”

They went inside to the table, which didn’t have much in the way of plates. Andrew improvised by appropriating a basket of flowers, dumping the flowers, and standing helpfully behind Kerry as she filled it. They were halfway down the table when Kerry’s path was intercepted, and she looked up to see the police captain 342 Melissa Good politely blocking her. “Oh. Good morning,” she greeted with wary cordiality. “Guess you had a busy night.”

“Most certainly, yes, Ms. Stuart. That we did,” he replied with courtesy. “I am glad to see that you are safe. Is Ms. Roberts safe, as well?”

“Very much so, yes,” Kerry told him, noticing his eyes flicking over her shoulder. “Oh, I’m sorry. This is my father-in-law, Andrew Roberts. Dad, this is Captain Alalau, of the St. Thomas police.”

Andrew issued a moderately cordial greeting. “’Lo.”

Alalau gave him a brief nod. “Sir.” He turned his attention back to Kerry. “Might I ask, Ms. Stuart, if you and your friend Ms.

Roberts could find a moment to chat with me later on today?

Perhaps over lunch?”

Uh oh. Kerry didn’t think they were in trouble. She figured criminals weren’t invited to lunch, even in the Virgin Islands but given all that had happened so far, one never knew. “Um…sure,”

she agreed cautiously. “I’m sure that would be no problem at all.”

“Excellent.” The captain smiled and bobbed his head at her.

“Please, enjoy your breakfast. Unfortunately, the power will most likely be out for the rest of the day, but we are working on restoring it.” “Thanks.” Kerry watched him walk off. “Hm.”

“Nice feller,” Andrew drawled.

“Very nice.” Kerry sighed, dumping a last few items into their basket and snagging a Thermos of juice. “C’mon. Let’s go wake Dar up and tell her the social agenda’s changed.”

They left the increasingly crowded lobby behind them.

THE CELL PHONE buzzed near her head and Dar jerked out of a deep sleep, reaching for it blindly in the darkened room. “Buh.”

She captured the instrument and opened it, her head pounding as her body tried to wake itself. “Yeah?”

“Dar!”

Alastair’s voice was so normal, it almost hurt. “Morning, Alastair.”

“Are you okay?”

Dar opened an eye and rolled it around, taking in her surroundings. “Yeah, I’m fine. It was just a damn storm.”

“Storm? What the hell are you talking about? I got a call last night saying you got held up or something,” Alastair said, his voice audibly upset. “What the hell is going on out there, Dar?”

Where do I start? Dar cleared her throat. “Hang on and let my brain boot,” she told him. “I was sleeping.”

A momentary silence preceded his exclamation of surprise. “At ten a.m.? Good heavens. Let me get my diary.”


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“I am supposed to be on vacation,” Dar said in a peeved tone.

“In case that slipped your mind.” She rubbed her eyes and tried to shake some sense into herself. “First off, I didn’t get held up.”

“Well, that’s sounds like a good thing.”

“My hotel room got broken into.”

“That’s terrible!”

“But they didn’t take anything, so the inn just moved us to a bigger room.”

“Well, that’s not so bad,” Alastair said. “Jesus, Dar, you had me worried. I’ve got a lot of company resources sitting out there in the islands at the moment.” He cleared his throat. “I didn’t mean that the way it sounded… Well, hell’s bells, I don’t know what it sounded like.”

Should I tell him about the rest? “We ran into a couple of snags out here, matter of fact.” Dar admitted. “There was some trouble out on the water.”

“Uh oh,” her boss said. “Maybe that’s what he was talking about. Your man Mark sounded half nuts.”

“Mark? What the hell is he calling you for? Does he think he’s my mother all of a sudden?” Dar snapped.

“No, she called me last time,” Alastair answered benignly.

“Apparently Mark picked up something on a police record, and wasn’t happy about it.”

“So he called you??”

”Well,” Alastair cleared his throat, “he’s a direct report to Kerry. Who is a direct report to you. And you’re a direct report to me. Who else would he have gone to?”

Bah. Mother hens. Dar scowled as she gazed up at the ceiling.

“Well, we ran into a couple of my father’s old buddies and had to help them out of a jam. That, and the storm is currently making my life miserable,” she said. “Everything okay there?”

“Here?” Alastair’s voice dripped with surprised innocence.

“Oh, sure. Right as rain, Dar. No problems here.”

Uh huh. Can’t wait to see my inbox. Dar stared at her phone, then sighed. “Great. Guess I’ll talk to you next week when I get back in the office then, huh?”

“Sure, sure. You two having a good time otherwise?” Alastair asked. “Getting some rest and relaxation?”

“Well,” Dar’s ears picked up the sound of footsteps approaching, “right now I’m flat on my back, and you woke me at ten. What does that tell you?”

“Good to hear, Dar. Good to hear. You take it easy, and try to keep out of trouble for the rest of your trip, hmm?”

“I’ll try,” Dar said. “Talk to you later.” She folded the phone and set it aside as the door opened, admitting Kerry and the unmistakable bulk of her father. She felt mildly embarrassed at 344 Melissa Good being caught in bed. “Ah…hi.”

“Morning, sleepyhead,” Kerry teased as she closed the door, then set down the basket. “I figured you might be up by now.”

“Only by the grace of Alastair,” Dar admitted. “Mark told him we were having problems.”

Kerry stopped and stared at her. “What?”

“Yeah. Hundred bazillion dollar corporation being run by two nanny worrywarts.” Dar laid her arm across her eyes, wincing at the dull headache. “Hi, Dad.”