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sixth wife and it wasn’t her. She got angry, there was
a struggle and he threw her over the edge.”
    “No witnesses?”
    “Not a one.”
    “And Patrick doesn’t know you? Why
were you at my party then?”
    “I thought if I dressed the part I
could slip in. Mercer thinks he’s above suspicion, and doesn’t need security.”
    “Or maybe he just feels safe here.”
    She slipped her clothes back on while
he watched her with those glistening eyes.
    “Baby, you are a dish!”
    “Ha! You sound like Bogie in a Warner
Brothers’ mystery.”
    “You watch those flicks? I didn’t
think anybody under fifty did, except me.”
    “I love them.” She wrapped her lean
arms about his neck, tussled the black hair. “Are you real, Angel? Or did I
make you up?”
    “I’m real enough. See what you’re
doing to me?”
    She didn’t have to look. She could
feel him growing hard against her.
    “Do I have to leave? I wish I could
stay here on that cot with you all night!”
    “No, it’s too risky. I don’t want
Mercer knowing about me.”
    “Oh, but Angel, I told him about you!
I asked him to find you for me!”
    “What did you tell him, exactly?”
    “That I’d met a man on the beach
named Angel who rode a black motorcycle and fished around Cayman Brac, and I
wanted to find him again. He told me you weren’t good enough for me, that he had
rich friends with nice sons I could date. What have I done? If I’ve put you in
danger …”
    “No, no, don’t worry about it. Anybody
could know me from the bike shop or the fishing docks. If he looked into it
he’d think I was a beach bum, like you said. I better take you back to
Diamond.”
    “Is he an investigator, too?”
    “Let’s just say he’s an ally. Come
on, before I change my mind and rip your clothes off again!”
    “Oh, wait! Angel, I remember someone
mentioning Gayle! It was Jack Leonardi!”
    “What did he say about her?”
    “He said I was looking for a rich
husband, just like Gayle. He told Patrick that.”
    “What’d the old man say?”
    “I asked him who she was and he said
no one important.”
    Angel’s eyes flared with an anger
that frightened Tess.
    “You knew her?”
    “Yeah, I loved her … once.”
    “You loved her? You’re keeping things
from me. Please tell me all of it.”
    “Gayle and I were going to be
married, ten years ago, but she didn’t think I was rich enough. So, she dumped
me and came down here to find somebody with more money. She wound up being
Patrick Mercer’s assistant, and his lover. I followed her here, tried to make
her see how stupid it was to live that kind of life. She wouldn’t listen.”
    “And you stayed here anyway, all this
time, to watch over her, because you loved her?”
    “Yeah, I’m an idiot, I know. But what
gets me is how I let her die. I couldn’t save her.”
    “It was her choice, Angel. She was a
grown woman. No one really hired you to solve her murder case, did they?”
    “Yes, they did.”
    “Who then?”
    “Me.”
    Angel rode Tess back to Rebecca’s Cave
on another bike, this one a swift Kawasaki Ninja shaded a rich cobalt blue. She clasped her hands tight
about his waist as they flew up the hilly road. Her breasts were mashed against
his firm back; they tingled with desire as she felt him move beneath them. Her
insides were stirring; she was wet from the closeness of his hips. It was
frustrating in a delicious, wicked way.
    She was disappointed when they
reached the cave. He motioned for her to get off then drove off without a word
though he did look back with an anguished gaze. It was tearing him apart to
leave her there, but he had a job to finish and he couldn’t let her jeopardize
it.
    Diamond was waiting patiently,
blasting out a reggae groove on his CD Player.
    “Well, here’s my girl! Did everything
go okay?”
    “Sure. Could we go back to the Shell
House now?”
    “Yeah, the old man was calling,
sounded pretty angry. But I told him we stayed here because of the storm.