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Melody. Morning, Aki.”
    Casey had a big smile on his face as he sat down beside Melody. He was wearing a conservative business suit with a tie this morning—Melody had to admit that he looked like a businessman—and radiated good humor.
    Melody studied his bright red tie. “I take it you’re not going to run today.”
    “Nope. Gotta get back to work.”
    “Where’s your office?”
    “Giganticorp’s headquarters is in San Jose. I’ll grab one of the shuttle flights that tool up and down the coast all day. They’re also going to make it easy for me to keep tabs on how you’re doing.”
    He ordered coffee from a hovering waitress, glanced at the menu, and then turned to Melody.
    “What do you hear from your teammate this morning?”
    “Nothing.”
    “Well, I’m sure he’ll be down in a few minutes. He looked strong yesterday. He appears to be recovering remarkably fast.”
    Casey was either a cockeyed optimist or trying to convince himself of Drake’s good health.
    Melody drank her orange juice while she contemplated a reply. Did she dare challenge the mighty Casey—CEO and self-proclaimed senatorial candidate?
    “I don’t think it’s a good idea for him to continue. He might injure himself permanently.”
    When Casey didn’t immediately say anything, Melody turned to look at him. The intensity in his blue eyes told her that he was fighting to hold back an outburst. He took a deep breath and a sip of coffee.
    “He has to continue. He can’t quit now, not at the start. A lot of time and expense has been put into Running California. He has no choice.”
    “Doesn’t he?”
    Melody and Casey turned around and saw Drake who had come up behind them silently. Part of his expression was covered by the bandage, but his lips were set in a grim line, and an unusual scowl creased his smooth forehead. He wasn’t dressed in running clothes. He sat down laboriously in the seat next to Casey.
    Melody broke the silence. “How do you feel?”
    “Don’t ask. At least I’m up and walking, which is more than I could say twenty minutes ago.”
    Drake ordered breakfast from the menu. Aki looked uncomfortable, excused himself, and left the table. Casey didn’t say anything. He appeared to be unnaturally subdued. Melody couldn’t think of anything more to say. She thought her point had been proved.
    Drake managed a smile. “Did I walk in on a funeral? If so, I’d like to know who died. Not me. I’ll be fine. I just need a little rest.”
    Casey found his tongue. “You’re right, of course. But you’re in excellent condition, overall. I think if you start slowly and get some more chiropractic treatments, you’ll work your way out of it. To show you my heart’s in the right place, I’ll give you—you and Melody—a thousand dollars just for completing today’s run. Five hundred apiece. Just don’t tell the others.”
    Melody bristled. “It isn’t about money.”
    Drake smiled for the second time. “Maybe it is about money. All right, we accept. A thousand dollars just for today.”
    ***
    “Tell me again why you wanted to continue.”
    Melody sipped water from her canteen and watched Drake as he sat on a rock beside the La Jolla caves and attempted to bend over and touch his feet. He was trying to get the kinks out of his back.
    The sweat on Drake’s face wasn’t just from the warm sun.
    “I can’t remember. Oh yes, I said it was for the money. Well, the money’s nice, but there’s something more. It’s a feeling I have.”
    “Intuition?”
    “Intuition is what women have. But something doesn’t feel quite right. Why is Casey willing to pay us a thousand dollars a day to stay in the run? That’s a lot of money. He wants us really bad.”
    Before flying to San Jose, Casey had upped his monetary offer from a single payment to a thousand dollars a day—payable when they finished the run.
    “Compared to the million dollar prize, a thousand dollars a day isn’t a lot of money. It’s also very