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explained to Oria that I wasn’t the parent of the children, and although I’d been given permission by the parents to make emergency medical decisions, I didn’t have firsthand knowledge of their medical situations. She said she’d keep that in mind.
    “We’ll be back at four,” she informed me. “You can pick the children up here.”
    “Okay, great.” I hugged both kids. “Have a wonderful time.”
    After I left the clubhouse I checked in with Toad, who reported that he had no news, and then headed back to the house with the intention of figuring out who killed Ricardo Jimenez. The key to solving the case seemed to lay with discovering the identity of the missing crew member. While identifying the man might seem like a long shot, Zak and I had solved other cases that seemed unsolvable, so I felt good about our chances. If we couldn’t find the real killer I didn’t know what I’d do. I certainly wasn’t willing to go back to the dungeon the islanders referred to as a jail.
    As I walked along the path that led to the house, I tried to clear my mind and focus on the beauty surrounding me. There were a few white, fluffy clouds on the horizon, but the sky was mostly a deep blue that matched the color of the endless sea almost perfectly. One of the guests last night—I believe it was Park Lee—mentioned something about a storm on the horizon, but I hadn’t paid much attention, and it certainly hadn’t shown up today.
    The waves on this side of the island tended to lap effortlessly onto the white sand beach, while the ones on the back side were larger and favored by surfers. Zak liked to surf, but so far he hadn’t had the chance to do so. I wondered if we’d have the opportunity to do any of the activities we’d planned to schedule into our week now that finding a killer had jetted to the top of the list.
    I paused briefly at the top of the bluff, where the path changed direction and headed inland for a bit. I closed my eyes as I listened to the sound of the waves, which served as a backdrop for the seagulls who squawked as they competed for the small crabs that dotted the beach. I’d always loved the ocean—the smell of the salt as it mingled with the seagrass that washed onto the shore during the night, the heaviness of the air, moist with the humidity that can be found in a tropical environment, and the sound of children laughing as they played on the beach below the bluff on which I was standing.
    I turned toward the interior of the island, which was thick with foliage, as I continued on my way. I hadn’t seen any monkeys, but I’d been told that Jensen had imported some in order to give the island a wild and rugged feel. At first I hadn’t been sure how I felt about importing animals that weren’t indigenous to the area, but I’d since learned that the island had at one point been home to monkeys that were wiped out in an epidemic over seventy years earlier. Besides, the island was beautiful. I guess if I were a monkey I wouldn’t mind living here.
    As I continued on, I enjoyed the plethora of tropical birds that frequented the center of the island, where the beach gave way to an elevation in altitude, as well as dense foliage that seemed as deadly as it was beautiful. The path I traveled wound its way along the edge of the jungle before curving back toward the sea. I hoped I’d be given the opportunity to wander deeper into the island before we were scheduled to leave. If the birds and foliage along the perimeter of the jungle was this beautiful it must be breathtaking in the interior.
    By the time I made it back to the house Zak was off the phone and walking on the beach in front of the house with Charlie. He was throwing a stick to my tiny friend, who was having a blast chasing it into the gentle surf.
    “There’s my beautiful bride.” Zak pulled me into his arms and kissed me as I walked up behind him.
    “Did you miss me?”
    “You have no idea. You know, this is the first time we’ve