The Rachel Scott Adventures, Volume 1 (16 page)

CHAPTER
52
 

“H
ow long will it take us to get there?” Mike had loaded his service pistol, a Glock 22, and shoved it in his holster before they left. Now their boat was streaking to Asylum Harbor under full power, but it wasn’t going fast enough for him. He’d called into headquarters and put a hold on the raid until he checked out the situation at the island.

“About thirty minutes or so.” Drake was silently cursing Rachel for going to the island without him. Red was probably with her, and that at least was something. But Red should have known better, too.

Mike watched the boat slice through two-foot waves and wondered for the hundredth time what had possessed Rachel to go to the island without him. She had to have had some kind of lead to take a chance like that. The mission was just too dangerous. He wished that she would have trusted him enough to confide in him.

He both admired and cursed her persistence and hardheadedness

“What’s the plan?” Drake asked.

“I’ve tried to call her cell phone again. And Red’s. Still no answer. So who knows what they’re doing. The
SeaStar
is supposed to be docking at the island tomorrow around seven a.m. I imagine the staff is preparing for its arrival. I’m not sure what kind of resistance we’ll get coming in without notice.”

Drake agreed. “The staff seemed relaxed when we were out there, but what worries me is what we didn’t see. Security might be tight.”

“Where do we dock? Asylum Harbor or Cabana Cay?” Mike asked him.

“We’ll cruise around the island and check it out first.”

CHAPTER
53
 

T
he first thing that surprised Amber was the coolness of the water and the sting she felt when she dove in. She kicked her legs hard and pushed through the water with her arms. Her first goal was not to get run over by the boat of bad guys behind them. Her second goal was not to drown or get eaten by sharks while making her way to the island. If she could do those two things, she might live.

She stayed underwater as long as she could. She wanted to break the surface and see if Shawn was behind her, but she was too scared. So she stayed down as long as her breath would allow—until her lungs were on fire. After what felt like hours instead of minutes, she came up for air. Amber couldn’t see the boats, but she could hear them in the distance. She also couldn’t see Shawn or Andy or anyone else, just the moonlight shining on dark waves. She pushed away thoughts of what might be under the water, swimming around her, and struck out toward the shoreline.

Amber could faintly see lights, and it gave her an extra push to make it to shore.
I can do it
, she said to herself over and over. Focusing on the shoreline, she did the breaststroke through the inky-black water, watching the lights get closer. At some point, she realized that the water was shallow and that she could stand up. But she didn’t dare in case someone was looking for her. She couldn’t see or hear the boats anymore, and she didn’t know what had happened to Andy or Shawn.

She was alone and scared.

CHAPTER
54
 

“G
et Vance on the radio! Call the Coast Guard!” Rachel broke into a sprint toward the beach.


Wait
!” Red called after her. “Be careful! We don’t know if anybody else is down there.”

Rachel paused. “I don’t see anybody.”

“Still, it doesn’t hurt to be cautious,” Stacy agreed with Red.

By the time they got to the beach, the boats were almost out of view. Red radioed Vance and told him to bring the boat around.

“It will take at least ten minutes for Vance to get here.” Rachel threw her hands up. “Meanwhile, they’re getting farther away.” She cursed herself for letting Stephanie come along. Now, instead of looking for clues to Amber’s whereabouts, she was using her resources to rescue Stephanie.

Red spotted the tiki hut where the water sports equipment was rented. “Hang on. I’ve got an idea.”

He ran to the hut and found it unlocked. A row of keys hung on a peg board. Whoever ran the water sports place was well organized. The keys were numbered to correlate to the numbers on the rental Jet Skis. He selected two keys and headed back to the girls.

Red pointed to the last two Jet Skis in a row of bright-green-and-purple Jet Skis that garnished the shoreline. “This is our ride.” He tossed a key to Rachel. “You and Stacy can ride together.”

“What about Vance?” Stacy asked. She put on the life vest that Red handed her.

“I’ll call him and tell him where we’re headed. He’ll use the GPS from our radios to find us.”

Red helped them push off before getting on his own Jet Ski. He felt an uncomfortable twinge in his chest as they set off.

CHAPTER
55
 

A
mber paused just a few feet from the sandy shoreline. Her wet T-shirt and shorts clung to her skin and she shivered despite the warm temperature. An outside porch light flickered from the deck of a vacation home. She didn’t see any movement from either side of the house.
Now or never
, she thought. She walked carefully through the shells and coral and was thankful she’d still been wearing her tennis shoes when she jumped overboard. She crept up to the beach house. She wondered if anyone was staying there. The deck was devoid of any sign of inhabitants. No beach towels, swimsuits, or beach chairs littered the deck. She crept quietly around the house, down a pathway that led to an outdoor shower. Amber jumped as a security light came on and bathed the area around her with light.

Instinctively, she crouched down and waited for the light to go off. After a few seconds, she cautiously stood up and rounded the corner of the shower where she saw a side door. She turned the knob. To her amazement, the door was unlocked. Amber started to push the door open, but someone grabbed her from behind. She tried to scream, but whoever it was put his hand over her mouth and pushed her into a dark room. When she stumbled over something hard, her attacker lost his grip, and they sprawled together onto a concrete floor. She felt the wind get knocked out of her.

“Amber, it’s me.”

She was relieved and irritated at the same time.

“Dammit, Josh! Quit sneaking up on me!”

“Shawn,” he reminded her. “My name is Shawn.”

“Whatever. Just get off of me.” Amber stood up, rubbing her scraped skin. “What happened to everybody?”

“Security is probably scouring this place looking for us. We need to find a phone.”

“What happened to Andy?”

“I don’t know. I jumped right after you. He kept going. I’m sure those guys have figured out by now that we abandoned ship.”

“Do you think Andy’s hurt? Where could he go?”

“I don’t know. I hope he’s all right, but right now we have to figure out a way to get help. So let’s look for that phone.”

Amber went to turn on the light switch and Shawn caught her hand.

“No way. We don’t want to draw attention to ourselves.”

“Sorry. Reflex.” Amber stood still until her eyes adjusted to the dark.

Shawn started moving through what seemed to be a storage and laundry room. “Stay behind me. We want to find a phone, computer, any kind of communication device.”

“I’m right behind you.”

The air was stale and musty, and Amber had to fight an impulse to sneeze. “I don’t think anyone has been here in a long time.” She could faintly make out white sheets covering some of the furniture.

Shawn walked around the kitchen and found a phone hanging next to the refrigerator.

He picked it up and cussed. “Just my luck. Dead.”

CHAPTER
56
 

S
tephanie waited for the right time to make her move. George had one eye on her and the other on the boats ahead of him.

“We’re getting really close,” she heard David yell through the radio.

George picked up his radio to respond. “You should be hitting Big Dog Cay any minute now. That’s probably where they’re headed.”

“In about one minute, we’ll be right on top of them!” David responded.

“You know what to do!” George answered.

Stephanie was ready. The moonlight shone on a shoreline less than a few hundred feet away. Gunshots erupted from the other security boat, grabbing George’s full attention. She thought she could make it to shore if she was judging the distance correctly. Silently counting to three, she held her breath and hoped for the best. Then she jumped.

 

Hitting the water hard, Stephanie struggled to find the surface. She gulped what felt like gallons of salty ocean, but the coolness of the water took away some of the pain in her leg. She expected George to circle around and come back to run her over, but he kept going. He probably figured she would drown. But she was stronger than she looked.

She got her bearings in the dark water and slowly started to swim toward the shoreline, doing the breaststroke and conserving the use of her bad leg. She estimated she’d reach land within ten to fifteen minutes at this pace. She just hoped she wouldn’t be too late to help Amber.

As she was close to shore, Stephanie felt something bump against her leg, and then she felt a white-hot blast of pain that nearly blinded her. She shrieked. The water was now up to her chest as she struggled to make it to shore. Another bump.
Oh my God
, she thought as a sharp pain went up her right leg,
it’s a shark
.

She reached down with a fist and punched the shark as hard as she could. Her mind was numb to the fear. Just a few more feet and she’d reach shore. She reached down to feel the damage to her leg. There was a gaping hole where her calf should have been.

Feeling lightheaded, she started swimming slowly toward shore again. The waves helped by pushing her forward. She was gulping more and more salt water and she was sure she was trailing blood behind. Her good foot touched down on sand, and she dragged herself up onto the beach. She saw a cottage directly in front of her but didn’t know if she could make it any further. The clouds parted and a stream of moonlight shone brightly on the beach as she inspected her leg. She was right. A good chunk of her calf was gone. Blood poured out of the wound, and Stephanie felt her hope drain away as well. She shivered from shock and cold.

She’d never be able to tell her daughter how sorry she was for everything. For all the years she’d missed. She’d never be able to tell Amber how much she loved her.

As Stephanie laid her head down in the sand, the moonlight and stars faded from her vision.

CHAPTER
57
 

“L
ook around and see if you can find anything we can use to call for help. A laptop, cell phone, anything,” Shawn instructed Amber as he hung up the worthless phone. “I’ll check the bedrooms. Maybe I can find us some dry clothes and towels.”

Amber fumbled around in the dark, looking for anything that would help them. Her eyes were adjusting to the darkness. A bit of moonlight cast weak but broad lines throughout the vacation home, helping her find her way through each room.

She searched the living room and kitchen, her wet shoes squishing on the plush carpet. A small desk in the corner looked promising, and she pulled open the drawers. But all she found were bits of papers and a couple of pens. The kitchen didn’t turn up anything, either. She tried the phone again, just in case. Nothing. In a junk drawer, Amber found a small pocketknife. She hung on to that, slipping it into the waistband of her shorts.

“Nothing,” she heard Shawn say as he came back into the living room. “The cheap bastards must have turned off the phone and Internet service while they were gone.”

“I didn’t find anything, either,” Amber said.

“I did find a change of clothes.” He handed her a sundress and a pair of flip-flops. “Not sure if this will fit you, but it’s all I could find.”

She held up the dress. It was longer than something she’d normally wear, but she could make do.

“It’ll work,” she said, heading for the doorway. “I’ll change in the kitchen.” She went back to the junk drawer for the scissors she’d seen and cut off the bottom of the dress so the skirt fell just above her knees. She decided to leave her tennis shoes on, even though they were soaked. When she walked back into the living room, Shawn was standing at the window, looking out.

“Do you know where we are? Or how many other homes are out here? Maybe we can check those out,” Amber said. She noticed that he had changed as well and now wore baggy jean shorts and a golf shirt. Despite the seriousness of their situation, she couldn’t help but stifle a giggle. He looked like a little boy wearing his father’s clothes.

“We’re on Big Dog Cay. Andy said it’s got five houses in all. This island is owned by one person, and the family uses it as a compound. We can try the other houses and see if we have any luck.” Shawn eased over to the sliding glass door that led to the back deck, which faced the shoreline. He gently pulled back the blinds and peered outside.

“See anything?” Amber asked quietly.

“No,” he said, continuing to peer out the window. “The clouds keep rolling in and out, covering the moonlight. I think we should go ahead…” He hesitated for a moment.

“What?” She urgently whispered.

“I do see something. I think…Someone is crawling along the sand. I think it’s a woman. She looks hurt.”

Shawn ran back to the kitchen. Amber followed.

“What are you looking for?”

“Some kind of a weapon. I lost mine when I bailed from the boat.” He grabbed a knife from the butcher block and tucked it inside a potholder, which went into the front pocket of his shorts. “This will have to do.”

Amber remembered the small knife that she’d found in the kitchen. She’d tucked it in her shoe when she’d changed into the sundress. She hoped she wouldn’t have to use it.

Shawn went back to the sliding glass door, checking the surroundings again. Amber looked out from the window. She saw nothing.

“You need to stay here where it’s safe while I go check this out,” Shawn said. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

“Okay. Be careful.” Amber sat down on the couch and put her face in her hands. She could feel a migraine coming on. This happened when she was stressed or tired. She concentrated on taking deep breaths, inhaling through her nose and blowing out slowly through her mouth.
When will all of this finally be over?

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