Dialing with hands that were scarred and knotted from years of working as a cattleman when he was a younger man, he waited. Though only thirty-seven, he had the appearance of a much older man. Until you looked at his eyes. They were hazel and danced with the light of youth. The color of his eyes ...
Charity buried the memory of the night before and concentrated on the task at hand.Clearing the jetty, she held a northern course, until she was a mile offshore. Then, turning west, she toggled all three switches, unfurling the sails. They snapped and filled in the light, but favorable, southerly...
Sleep didn’t come easily. Linda had to leave right after we got the plane tied down at the Anchor last night. Kim and I got back to the island well after dark, though I don’t like being out on the water at night in the skiff. It’s not so much local boaters I worry about. I...
It was still dark, but the eastern sky was showing a tinge of purple. I could see light spilling across the dock from the James Caird, but so far nobody had emerged. A light went on in the back of the bar, so I knew Rufus was up and getting breakfast ready. Rusty now had eight liveaboards at his ...
It was a large double wide trailer, with an enclosed porch that ran around both sides and the front. I walked up the sidewalk and pushed the button beside the door. Hearing nothing, I tapped on the aluminum frame of the door. A woman about mid-thirties opened the inner door and a blast of cold ai...
I recognized it as the one where Sheena and I had seen the crazy woman in the red racing boat yesterday. Pulling back onto Sea Island Parkway, we started across the bridge again, so as to be on the same side of the bridge as the ladder.When the car stopped in the middle of the swing bridge, the t...
It was almost 0400. Time to sound reveille. “Deuce, I think it’s time we stop letting Smith take the lead now.” He stood up and I could see an equally forceful resolve in his eyes. “Charity,’ he said. “Go down and let Chyrel know I need a video comm link to Stockwell and ask him to patch in the S...
I reached out for Savannah and she wasn’t there. Probably getting us a cup of coffee, I thought. A few minutes later I got out of bed and went to look. She wasn’t in the galley. I stepped out into the cockpit and looked up at the bridge, where we’d enjoyed watching the sun rise since we got back ...
Actually, this office was in a strip mall in Lake Worth, about a block from the interstate, but he preferred to call it his ‘Palm Beach’ office. Across his desk sat a man wearing a fine silk suit, named Hafez al Madani. He was a Miami businessman of Pakistani descent. He’d come up to Palm Beach t...