Oh, c’mon Dar
. But Kerry humored her, covering her eyes as she trustingly allowed her partner to maneuver her over the escarpment. She sensed the rocks moving under her, felt her fins brush against them, and heard the sound of the waves close over her head. Then Dar pulled her hand away, and she could see.
For a moment, Kerry simply stared. Beyond the escarpment was a vast chasm in the sea, filled with the deepest blue water that was yet clear enough for the sunlight to penetrate down for what seemed to be hundreds of feet. It was gorgeous. She could see divers far off down the rocks, exploring the sides of the underwater canyon. Swarms of fish darted past them, reflecting the sun.
Quickly, she lifted the camera and snapped off a few shots, then looked at Dar and simply pointed imperiously downward.
Dar smiled and pushed off the wall, letting the air out of her BC and sailing downward. Kerry shoved off after her, feeling a wash of cooler water ease past her as she descended. It was like 248
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floating into a fantasy world. The rocks on either side were crawling with life—schools of small fish and crustaceans hanging within the crevices. A swordfish whisked past her and she barely focused in time to catch it, only to have Dar tug her arm.
She turned to see a dark, gray figure lazily moving through the water and her eyes widened. She didn’t need the up-thrust fin to identify the newcomer as a shark, and she quickly looked at Dar to gauge the danger.
Dar seemed quite relaxed. She pointed to her right. Kerry looked and saw a grouper bigger than she was nibbling at the wall; then they both jumped as two clown fish chased each other between them, brushing their legs as they sped toward the rocks.
They were still drifting down. At the bottom of the abyss, Kerry could now see a cave with a ripple above it. The water also seemed to mist. She pointed at it and looked at Dar in question.
Dar tapped the water bag Kerry had strapped under her tank, and mimed a gush of something welling up.
Oh. A freshwater spring
. As they drifted closer, Kerry saw a crab making its way along the rocks. She turned and set the lens for a tight focus, then got a good shot of its blue-black shell against the tan rock. Looking down, she saw the bottom coming up. She turned and looked across the space, watching it fill with swarms of fish. As they swam in and out of the sunbeams, she could barely take one shot before another presented itself.
Lowering her camera for a brief moment, she checked her dive computer. At 120 feet, it was the deepest she’d ever been, but with the clarity of the water, it hardly seemed like more than a regular reef dive. She looked at Dar, who was watching her with a visible grin. Kerry held up three fingers, then made an O with her thumb and forefinger, then three fingers again.
Wow.
Knowing that she only had about ten minutes at that depth, Kerry was determined to make the most of it. She moved off toward the underwater spring, and swam over the gap in the rock through which fresh water gushed. She put a hand into its path, feeling the pressure, and then she took a picture of it.
Turning, she saw Dar relaxing nearby, idly playing with a blowfish. The creature had blown itself up into a spiky ball, and Dar was bouncing it gently from hand to hand as she floated. Kerry quickly snapped a picture of them.
A flounder wafted past. It watched Kerry out of one eye as she turned in the water and photographed it. A sand shark squiggled below her, and she jumped a little, getting out of its way. Then she flipped over onto her back and took several shots looking straight up, through the clouds of fish to the surface.
Gorgeous.
Kerry felt lines of poetry erupt into her mind, and she just
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floated there for a moment, exulting in the sheer wonder around her.
At last, with an almost apologetic look, Dar swam over and tapped her wrist. Kerry nodded reluctantly, and they started drifting upward. She shot the rest of her roll of film on the way up, and wished she had a second.
DAR’S HEAD BROKE the surface, and she grabbed the boat’s ladder. With a grunt, she pulled herself on board and dumped her fins and mask, then turned to help Kerry up out of the water as she felt her weight on the ladder.
Kerry barely waited to get her body clear of the sea before she pulled her regulator out of her mouth and squealed like a pig.
“Eeeeeeeeeeehyhoooo!” She jumped onto the deck and hopped a few times, despite the fact that she still had her gear on. “Dar, that was by far the most awesome thing I’ve ever seen!”
Dar dumped her tank and dropped her mask and snorkel into the water well. “Guess I picked a good one, huh?” she asked with a grin. “Gimme your stuff.”
Kerry unbuckled her vest and turned, shrugging out of it as the weight of the tank lifted. “Oh my freaking God!” She set her camera down and went to the cabinet to grab a towel to dry her face. As she opened the door, she heard a chirp. “Your cell’s squeaking,” she told Dar. “Bet Bud called back.”
Dar turned from where she was putting up the gear. “Good. I’ll get it in a minute.”
“That place is great.” Kerry walked over and dried Dar’s face for her. “Did you see the caves that kind of went on from the bottom?”
Dar nodded. “I did. But you really don’t want to go in there unless you’ve had cave training. It’s dangerous.”
“No problem.” Kerry reached into the cooler and pulled out a bottle of water, uncapping it and drinking deeply. “I loved looking up and seeing the sun all that way up. Jesus!” She still felt exhilarated. “Dar, that was worth the entire damn trip.”
Dar turned and walked over, wearing a very pleased grin.
“Glad you liked it.”
“Liked it?” Kerry put down the water and threw her arms around Dar instead, hugging her fiercely. “Errrooof. I loved it,” she told her partner. “I got some fantastic pictures. I think I’m going to do a series of underwaters from this trip for the cabin.”
“Mm.” Dar exhaled in satisfaction. She liked underwater shots.
She liked the cabin. She loved Kerry. So far as she was concerned, it all seemed to be falling together perfectly.
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about I make you a special surprise for dinner?”
“Surprise?” Dar inquired. “Like what?”
“Hardly be a surprise if I told you, sweetie.” Kerry winked.
“Trust me. You’ll like it.”
“Okay,” Dar agreed amiably. “But as hungry as I am right now, you could serve me pureed asparagus on wheat toast and I’d like it.”
Kerry chuckled. “I’m going to go shower and change.” She gave Dar a pat on the side and disappeared into the cabin.
Dar wiped off her hands and picked up the still-chirping cell phone. She opened it and dialed her voice mail, listening to the phone as she dried herself. Her brow creased at the voice. Instead of the expected Bud, it was Charlie.
“Hey, Dar? This is Charlie. Listen, they let me loose from this joint, and I’m trying to get hold of Bud to come pick me up. Gimme a call here if you’ve seen him. Cell’s not answering, and I’m figuring he got stuck in some damn poker game or something.
Thanks.”
“Huh.” Dar studied the phone. “Now what the hell is going on?” She dialed the number Charlie had left and waited. “Charlie?”
“Hey, Dar?” Charlie’s voice sounded relieved. “Glad to hear ya. You know where Buddy is?”
Dar took a breath. “Charlie, we thought he was with you,” she said reluctantly. “He left our room this morning, and he was just going to check on the boat. Haven’t heard from him since. I left him a couple of messages, but no answer.”
Hearing voices, Kerry stuck her head out of the door. “What’s up?”
‘Bud’s missing,’ Dar mouthed.
“Well, damn,” Charlie said. “Where the hell can he be?”
Good question
. Dar ran her hand through her damp hair. “I don’t know,” she admitted. “Listen, we can…” Her eyes shifted to Kerry.
“Um…”
“Go back, pick up Charlie, and find Bud.” Kerry completed the statement with a wry smile. “Lift the anchor, Cap’n Dar.” She patted Dar’s arm and disappeared again.
“Charlie, stay put. We’ll swing back by and get you,” Dar relayed. “We’re out off the western side of St. Thomas, so it’ll take a little while.” She acknowledged the grateful response and then closed the phone. She made her way to the ladder and climbed up, her mind turning thoughtfully to the new problem. Bud was a loner, no question about it. The fact that he’d disappeared someplace didn’t really surprise her, but he hadn’t told Charlie where he was, and that did.
He could just be in a bar somewhere, but Dar didn’t think so.
Too many things had been going south on her lately for it to be
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something as simple as that. In fact, she was beginning to think their vacation was cursed.
All we wanted was a week of peace and quiet.
Dar sighed as she adjusted the throttles. Instead, they’d found nothing but trouble and more stress than she’d bargained for. Just wasn’t damned fair.
DAR LOOKED UP as she heard Kerry climb the ladder, her motions slower and more hesitant than usual. “Kerry!” She grabbed for the throttles, slowing the boat as she watched her lover balancing an armful as she attempted to get up onto the upper deck.
“You’re gonna kill yourself!”
“Shh. I’m fine.” Kerry managed to get her footing. “Relax and keep your eyes on the road, honey.”
Dar increased her speed, but couldn’t resist keeping one eye on Kerry as she made her way over and settled next to her. “What’s that?”
“Well,” Kerry set down a big covered plate, “we don’t have time for me to make what I wanted, so I compromised.” She uncovered the plate, revealing two neatly made peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and some cookies.
“Mm.” True to form, Dar went right for the cookies, her eyes widening when she felt them. “They’re warm!”
“Well, yeah.” Kerry slid an arm around her. “I just made them.
Thank goodness for Pillsbury.” She put a Thermos on the console.
“I figure we’ll just have time to have lunch before we pull back into dock.”
“You didn’t have to do that.”
Kerry leaned back, the wind blowing her pale hair off her face.
“Of course I didn’t. But we’ve gotten so little time to relax on this so-called vacation, I thought I’d better get in some lunch before we have to run off and save the world again.”
“Mmph.” Dar regarded the horizon with a grumpy expression.
“I was just thinking about what a crock this vacation turned out to be.” “Well,” the blonde reached over and gave her partner a scratch on the back, “at least we’re together.”
Dar made a low, grumbling noise.
“Honey, we’re trouble magnets.”
“Mm.” Dar made a face.
Kerry’s eyes twinkled a little. “We attracted each other, didn’t we?”
“You saying we’re both trouble?”
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“PB and J?” Kerry nudged her and indicated the plate. “Get ’em before they blow away.”
Dar agreeably selected half a sandwich and bit into it. “Wonder what the hell’s going on?” she mumbled. “Bud just being a jerk, or…”“With our luck on this trip?” Kerry laughed wryly. “Or.
Definitely or. Maybe he tangled with that nasty shark we paid off this morning. They sure didn’t seem friendly, and that thug seemed like the type to hold a grudge for no real reason.”
Possible
. Dar nodded as she chewed. “Might be. Or maybe he’s checking on Rufus and the damn battery on his cell died.”
They looked at each other and Kerry sighed. “You don’t really believe that, do you?”
Dar shrugged and took a cookie. It was a nicely browned, chocolate chip cookie, Dar’s favorite, despite Kerry’s experimentation with many other exotic types. “Guess we’ll just have to find out the hard way.”
Her phone buzzed, making them both start. Dar frowned, put the cookie down, and picked up the phone. The caller ID showed a private number, making Dar’s eyebrows hike up. She opened the phone. “Hello?”
“Hello, Roberts.” DeSalliers’ voice sounded cold and smug, not a good combination at any time.
“What the hell do yo—”
“Shut up!” the man bellowed. “You just shut up and listen to me, you bitch, if you want to see your little fag friend again.”
Dar felt Kerry move closer, as she heard the words even over the rumble of the engines. A sick feeling washed over her and her nostrils twitched, but she carefully bit her tongue and withheld a retort. Her heart rate sped up, making a faint thunder in her ears as she waited.
Kerry slid an arm around Dar’s waist and pressed her ear against the other edge of the phone.
“Roberts?”
“You said to shut up and listen.” Dar heard the icy clip in her own tone, though her voice had dropped to almost its lowest register.
“All right,” DeSalliers replied with a verbal smirk. “This is very simple. I kept it very simple so you’d understand it.”
Dar’s eyes narrowed but she remained silent. Beside her, Kerry made a noise halfway between a spit and a growl.
“You will give me what you found. When you do that, I will give you your friend,” the man said. “If you call the police, I will kill this piece of trash. If you mess with me, I will kill this piece of trash. If you do anything that makes me think you’re crossing me, I
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will not only kill him, I will drag him over the reef to kill him. Do you understand me?”
“No,” Dar said. “That would require a graduate degree in animal psychology, which I don’t possess. Where do you want to make the trade?”
“Just for that, bitch, he gets two smacks with a pipe,”
DeSalliers told her. “I’ll let you know where to bring my property.”
The line went dead. Dar licked her lips and put the phone down on the console, gazing at it in honest consternation. Kerry slowly let out a breath, her head still resting against Dar’s shoulder.