Dominic and Louie were working late, too, but they’d promised to wake her if they discovered anything important. She slept restlessly, dreaming of Dominic. She had sensed a new eagerness in him to share with her. In her dream, they were at Bahia Linda, and she was walking happily along the beach by his side. The balm of peace drove her into a deeper, more restful phase of sleep, and she saw herself sitting on the beach alone, warming in the rays of the sun. A familiar voice began calling her. Her heart began to thump wildly, and suddenly she found herself back on the drilling platform. She groaned, tossing restlessly. She didn’t want to be back on that gas rig. Dave and his crew were working down below. The crane boom swung a load of steel I-beams lazily through the air, toward the center of the new platform. Cait whimpered, feeling her hands grow moist with perspiration. A black tidal wave of fear engulfed her seconds before the crane cable snapped. She stood paralyzed, watching the tons of steel begin to fall.
