Terrors of the High Seas - DK6

by Melissa Good

  Bud glared at the door for a minute, then he released a sigh.

  “Son of bitch, I hated doing that.”

  “Buddy, Buddy, Buddy…” Charlie squeezed his hand. “She’s a friend, yeah?”

  Bud stared at the bleached linen.

  “We got any other friends who’d do what she’s doing?”

  “It twists my shorts,” Bud ground out. “I ain’t a charity case!”

  “Bud,” Charlie’s voice gentled, and he stroked Bud’s cheek,

  “for her, it ain’t charity,” he said. “She’s Navy; she’s family. That runs deep, you know. If anyone from back then asked, and we could, wouldn’t we do it?”

  “Almost anyone,” Bud muttered. “But…” He slumped a little.

  “Yeah.”

  Charlie ruffled his hair affectionately. “Well then, they gotta let me outta here, ’cause damned if I ain’t gonna stay with you in Blackbeard’s Inn.”

  KERRY PUT THE phone down into its cradle and closed the room service menu. Dar was seated across from her with her laptop open on her lap, its cellular antennae poking up along the side. “Hey, sweetie?”

  “Uh?” Dar looked up, blinking at her.

  “Could I bribe you to do that from here?” Kerry patted the bed next to her.

  “Sure.” Dar got up and carried the laptop with her, dropping down onto the bed and waiting as Kerry fluffed the pillow up behind her. She leaned back and was rewarded with not only a 208 Melissa Good backrest, but a body pillow that propped up her arm and twined between her legs. “What’d ya order?”

  “It’s a surprise.” Kerry put her head down on Dar’s shoulder and examined the screen. “What’s that?”

  “Police reports.” Dar scanned them. “Not that I really know what I’m looking at. I need a lawyer.”

  “Sorry.” Kerry stifled a yawn. “Though, that was actually one of the acceptable alternative careers my family would have allowed me.” She reviewed the cryptic comments on the screen. “They were hedging their bets. I think they knew Mike wasn’t going to cut it.”

  Dar rubbed the side of her thumb against the laptop, trying to imagine Kerry as a lawyer. “What kind of lawyer would you have been?” she asked curiously.

  “No kind,” Kerry informed her. “I never even considered it.”

  She scrolled with the thumb pad and clicked. “First thing I wanted to be was a fireman.”

  Dar held back a chuckle. “That shoulda told them something.”

  “Mm.” Kerry chuckled softly. “Yeah, now that I think about it,”

  she agreed. “Then I wanted to be a research scientist, but I realized in high school that I didn’t have the aptitude for it.” She clicked again. “Then I found computers, and went… Ah hah!”

  “Ah hah.” Dar examined the screen. It was a complaint filing, apparently by Bob’s grandmother at the time of his grandfather’s death. In the stark, impersonal language used by the police, the complaint involved the woman’s accusation that Bob’s uncle had somehow been involved in the sinking, and detailing why. Threats had apparently been made. The police had not been impressed, and merely had noted the complaint along with the comment that the woman had been extremely “emotional” when the statement had been taken.

  “Hm.” Dar drummed her fingertips on the laptop keyboard.

  “What do you think?”

  “Well,” Kerry exhaled, “at least it wasn’t just some bs story Bob made up on his own,” she said. “Which does not excuse him from skunkhood for leaving Bud and Charlie behind.”

  “Mm. Think you can find him? Where do you figure he went—

  back to St. Richard?”

  Kerry rolled over and squiggled across the bed, reaching for the island directory. The squiggling intrigued Dar, who enjoyed it as Kerry squiggled on back and opened the book.

  “I’m betting he’s here in St. Thomas,” she said. “It’s bigger and busier than St. Richard.” Her finger traced a column of hotels.

  “Let’s see if we can find the little stinker.”

  Dar watched in bemusement as Kerry selected a number and dialed it on the room phone. “He’s probably not registered under his real name,” she commented.

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  “Last name, no,” Kerry agreed, waiting for an answer. “Hello…

  Hi, um…” Her voice shifted to a slightly different tone. “This is kind of crazy, but I met this guy today… Yeah… I’m trying to find him again, and I only know his first name. Can anyone help me?”

  She paused to listen. “Oh, thanks. You’re wonderful.”

  Dar folded her arms over her chest.

  “Hi, yeah. No, his name’s Bob, and he’s really cute… Oh, right, um…he’s got red, curly hair, and he’s really well built… Yeah, about that age. Yeah…okay, I’ll hold.” Kerry hummed under her breath. “No? Oh, what? Oh, I see… You did? Wow… Thanks!” She hung up. “They’re full. They sent their overflow to a different hotel, and she thinks Bob was one of them.”

  “A different hotel?” Dar laughed.

  “This one.” Kerry found the name on her list and proceeded to call it. “Want me to try Southern belle, next?”

  “Is that how you conned those circuits out of Southern Bell last month?” Dar was still laughing.

  Kerry grinned. “No, but…I’ll have to remember that.” She cleared her throat. “Howdy there… Ahm lookin’ for a real cutie I met down on the beach t’day… Kin you help me?”

  Dar covered her mouth and continued her scrolling, keeping one ear on Kerry’s best efforts to sound like Dolly Parton. The information she’d recovered was straightforward enough, but the problem was, it was hard to tell if there was any truth to any of it.

  What to do? She really felt in need of an expert to at least look at the case and give an opinion as to who was more likely to be telling the truth, if any of them were. The uncle had answered through a lawyer, in a tone almost insulting in its dismissal of the insinuation, and she instinctively favored the grandmother, but… Grandmothers can be sneaky, too, and maybe she was trying to hold on to her husband’s money. Dar sighed. She checked her address book and looked up a number, then dialed it on her cell phone.

  It rang twice, then was answered. “Hello?”

  “Merry Christmas, Richard,” Dar said. “It’s Dar.”

  “Dar!” Her family lawyer sounded pleased, if a bit puzzled, to be hearing from her. “Merry Christmas and happy birthday, lady!”

  “Thanks,” Dar replied. “Listen, I need a favor.” She paused.

  “More or less a professional one.”

  Richard Edgerton’s gears switched. “Well, sure, Dar,” he answered briskly. “You’re not in any trouble, are you? Hard to believe.”

  “No,” Dar answered without thinking, then considered. “Well, not me personally, that is.”

  He hazarded a guess. “Kerry?”

  “No. We’re on vacation,” Dar explained.

  “Uh huh.”

  210 Melissa Good Dar could hear rustling, and she guessed Richard was getting a pad to write on. He was a very good lawyer, and he knew estate law like the back of his hand. “Don’t ask me how I got involved in this, but I am,” she began.

  “Uh oh.” Richard chuckled. “Let me hold onto something. This should be a doozy.”

  Dar sighed. “You don’t know the half of it.”

  “He’s here,” Kerry’s voice interrupted her. “He’s staying in this hotel.”

  “Hang on, Richard.” Dar looked at her. “Invite him over for a drink,” she said. “Tell him we’d like to chat.”

  Kerry nibbled her lip. “I won’t let him know we know about Charlie and Bud.”

  “Not yet, no.” Dar smiled grimly. “Wait until he gets here.”

  Kerry nodded and went back to the phone. Dar did the same.

  “Okay, Richard, here’s the deal. We’re out on St. Thomas—”

  “Nice place to spend Christmas,” Richard replied amiably.

  “Rig
ht. We ran into a guy who told us a horse’s tale about trying to prove his uncle murdered his grandfather to inherit the family fortune.”

  A long silence preceded the lawyer’s response. “Dar, have you been at the rum?”

  Dar sighed. “Yes, but not today,” she said. “Listen, if I shoot something over to you in email, will you just look at it and tell me what you think? It’s a pile of legal crap I don’t have time to figure out.”

  Richard chuckled. “Sure, Dar, send it over. I was stuck watching my second cousin’s vacation video from Mexico. It’s a great rescue.”

  Dar packed the files into an archive and sent it. “Thanks. You can call me on the cell once you see what you think.”

  “What’s your percentage in this, Dar?”

  Hm. Good question. “Like I said, I got dragged into it,” Dar replied. “Now some friends of mine got dragged in too, and they got hurt. I need to know what side the angels are on, so I can figure out what to do.”

  “Ah, I see,” Richard murmured. “It’s your crusader side coming out, eh?”

  “Why does everyone keep calling it that?” Dar whined. “It’s not crusading. This stupid asshole just won’t leave me alone!”

  “Uh huh,” her lawyer replied. “Lemme take a look, Dar. It sounds like some typical sordid, family in-fighting over money, but I’ll give you my best opinion on it.”

  “Thanks, Richard.” Dar smiled. “I owe you one.”

  “How about letting me handle your investments?” Richard shot back with cheerful mercenary humor. “You know, I hate to admit Terrors of the High Seas 211

  this, but you made me a bundle investing in ILS last quarter.”

  Dar chuckled. “We’ll talk.”

  “How are your mom and dad doing?” Richard asked. “I heard some scandal that they were living out on a boat?”

  “A sixty-foot Bertram, yes,” Dar replied dryly. “Having the time of their lives.”

  Richard laughed heartily. “Good for them! I love it!” he chortled. “I’ll have to come down and see it sometime. Listen, let me get to this and I’ll be back to you, okay?”

  “Thanks, Rich.” Dar hung up the phone and turned to Kerry.

  “Are we set?”

  “Hook, line, sinker, and a tin can off the bottom.” Kerry nodded. “He’ll be on his way over in a little while. He’s just finishing dinner.” She scratched her nose. “He sounded really happy to hear my voice for some reason.”

  Dar gave her a very wry look. “With the Southern Comfort, or without?”

  Kerry stuck out her tongue. Dar obligingly leaned over and caught it between her teeth. She slowly released it, then fastened her attention on Kerry’s lips instead. “Mm,” she drawled softly as they parted. “Much as I want to get this nailed, I’d be lying if I said I wanted it to be tonight.” She tilted her head and kissed Kerry again, then moved her nibbles down Kerry’s throat to feel her pulse thrumming against her lips as she suckled the soft skin.

  “Guess you see my point then,” Kerry murmured, her hand slowly gliding beneath Dar’s shirt to explore the warm surface underneath. “About feeling selfish.”

  Dar set her laptop on the floor and then rolled over, shoving the island guide and phone aside and wrapping her arms and legs around Kerry’s body. “Oh, yeah,” Dar growled, continuing her assault. “Call me selfish. I want you all to myself.”

  “Ooh.” Kerry felt her heart rate speed up and a warm flush tingle her skin. There was a faint pressure at her waistband, then Dar’s touch slid beneath her shirt and traced up her ribcage. She laced her fingers through Dar’s hair and nuzzled her ear, nibbling lightly on her earlobe. She could feel Dar’s breath against her neck, then the soft, insistent tug as Dar’s teeth undid the top button to her shirt. Kerry cupped her hand along Dar’s cheek, stroking it as her thumb traced Dar’s lip.

  Dar unbuttoned her shirt slowly, and Kerry felt the cool air from the room brush against her, raising goose bumps along her belly. Dar’s lips intensified the sensation, and Kerry rapidly lost any thought of their problems. All that mattered now were the teasing touches on her breasts, the warm, sun-filled scent of Dar’s skin, and the need for Dar’s body that made her hands push aside the soft cotton separating them with bold impatience.

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  “Grrrrrowlll…” The low rumble tickled her skin. Kerry felt Dar’s teeth close gently, teasingly, on the skin around her belly button. “Mine.”

  Definitely. Kerry’s back arched and she wrapped her arms around Dar, feeling the powerful muscles along her spine bunch and move. They pressed together briefly, a jolt of heat before Dar shifted lower and her hand dropped to stroke Kerry’s thigh. Oh, definitely.

  “THANKS.” KERRY SIGNED the check and shooed the room service waiter out of the room before his eyeballs could skitter out of his head and ramble across the floor. She shut the door behind him and turned, regarding the bed with a wry grin.

  Dar was sprawled across it, the sheet just barely covering what was very obviously a naked body. She had the laptop propped on one thigh, but the other was outside the linen, extending its long, tanned length across the white surface.

  Shaking her head, Kerry went over to the table and investigated the tray, peeking under one cover and grinning at what she saw. “Hungry, sweetie?”

  “Not anymore,” Dar drawled.

  “Heh.” Kerry hitched up the edge of Dar’s red muscle T-shirt, which she’d stolen and donned after they’d finished their lovemaking. She perched on the edge of the table, arranging a few of the plates on it. “Well, okay—we’ll start with this, then.” Taking one of the plates, she walked over to the bed and knelt down.

  “Happy birthday to you…happy birthday to you…”

  Dar looked up in alarm to see a beautifully made chocolate-something with more chocolate inside and chocolate topping, with berries surrounding it on the plate. In the center was a single candle. “Awww.”

  “Happy birthday dear Dar…happy birthday to you,” Kerry warbled.

  Dar sniffed at the plate, licking her lips appreciatively. She blew out the candle with a single puff of air. “Share?”

  Kerry sat down on the bed and picked up the fork, cutting off a gooey piece and feeding it to Dar.

  “Ooo.. I like that,” Dar mumbled. “I just got a data dump from Mark,” she informed Kerry. “DeSalliers’ stats—financial and otherwise. I figured out why he’s so desperate.”

  “Why?” Kerry fed her another forkful of cake as she peered at the screen.

  “He’s broke.” Dar munched. “He invested in two capital ventures that went belly up, and the banks called in some of his loans when they figured out he had paper that wasn’t worth the Terrors of the High Seas 213

  paper it was printed on in his accounts.”

  “Ahhh.” Kerry nodded. “Yeah, that makes sense. So old Uncle offers him a windfall to…to what, Dar?” she asked. “Not bring up something. That’s the last thing he’d want to do.”

  Dar gazed at the screen. “No. He’d want him to scuttle the wreck,” she realized. “Jesus…that’s what it is. He’s gonna cannibalize it.”

  Kerry had the fork in her mouth. She drew it out and swallowed the rich mouthful. “Are you saying he’s going to wreck something that’s already wrecked, to keep anyone from getting anything out of it?”

  Dar nodded. “Yeah, but…” she flipped to another screen, “he’s got a problem. It’s in AVI territorial waters, and he can’t just go in there and set off dynamite.”

  Kerry portioned off another forkful and handed it over. “How do you light dynamite underwater, Dar?”

  Dar chewed and typed in silence, then swallowed. “Did you get any—”

  “Milk? Yeah.” Kerry set the plate down and went to retrieve it.

  “I don’t know.” Dar answered the previous question. “You’d have to ask my father. His specialty used to be called UDX, underwater demolition.”

  As if by some supernatural invocation, Dar’s cell phone rang,
and when she checked the caller ID, it was familiar. With a tiny, surprised grunt, Dar flipped open the phone. “Hi, Dad.”

  Kerry, on her way back with the milk, goggled. “Wow,” she murmured. “Spooky.”

  “Hey there, Dardar.” Andrew Robert’s cheerful voice came through the phone. “How’s the vacation going?”

  Truth? Dar had microseconds to decide. “Great,” she finally said. “We ran into pirates, we’re involved in a possible murder case, and Kerry got stung by a jellyfish, but other than that, it’s been very cool.”

  It wasn’t often that Andy Roberts was rendered speechless.

  “Son of a biscuit,” he finally spluttered. “Damn, Dar, what the hell you two getting into out there?”

  Dar sighed. It was such a long story at this point.

  Kerry took the phone from her and put it to her ear. “Hey, Dad?”

  “Howdy, kumquat.”

  “I’ve got sort of a running diary of it. Want me to email it to you on Dar’s computer?” Kerry offered. “I think that’ll be easier than us trying to explain it. I’ll set it to print out on the printer.”

  “Ah would appreciate that, kumquat. Mah wife is rattling her eyebrows at me wondering what the hell’s going on.”

  Dar took the phone back. “It’s not that bad, Dad,” she 214 Melissa Good explained. “Just…complicated.” She lifted her hands off the keyboard as Kerry crawled into bed next to her and pecked out a few commands.

  “Uh huh,” Andrew grunted. “Well, anyhow, you having a happy birthday?”

  Dar examined the blonde sprawled in her lap. “Yeah, it’s great,” she replied. “Kerry and I have been shopping and…um…relaxing all day.”

  “Relaxing?” Kerry murmured. “I certainly wasn’t relaxed…

  Yipe!” She squirmed as Dar pinched her. “Stop that.” She ran a finger along the inside of Dar’s very bare thigh, snickering when she heard Dar’s voice break.

  “N…no, Dad, honest. We’re fine.” Dar cleared her throat. “I’ve got everything under control.” She bit the inside of her lip as Kerry tickled her thigh again. “Almost everything.”

  “Wall, you be careful,” Andrew warned. “Hang on.”

  The phone rustled, then a lighter voice came on. “Dar?”