He was really nice,” Nicole said.
“Did Amber talk with him again?” Rachel asked.
“Yeah. He left to talk with some other people, but he came back a few minutes later. They sat and talked for a while,” Rowan said.
“After dancing with us for a bit, Amber started feeling sick and said she wanted to go back. Josh got her some water, but she was still feeling bad. So he insisted on walking her to her room,” Nicole said again.
“And that was the last you saw of Josh and Amber?” Drake asked.
“Yes,” Rowan and Nicole both nodded their heads.
“Okay. Let’s take a break.” Drake stood up.
“We’d like to stay here and help,” Rowan pleaded to Governor Knowles and his wife.
“We talked about it and asked our parents. We don’t want to leave without Amber,” Nicole added.
“When was the last time you spoke to Amber?” Drake asked Governor Knowles.
“Amber called me from her cell phone right before they left for dinner. She sounded fine and said she was looking forward to the dolphin excursion this morning,” he answered.
“Did Amber have security on the ship?” Rachel asked. She caught Sarah giving her husband a knowing look that only a wife can give.
“No. I tried to get Amber to agree to security, but she wouldn’t budge. She argued that the chaperones would look after them. Amber was about to turn eighteen and wanted some freedom before starting college.” Governor Knowles looked over at Sarah. “I wish I’d sent someone anyway.”
CHAPTER 10
E nzo Morrotti sat in his exquisite office overlooking the Miami skyline at the SeaScape Cruise Lines headquarters. He ran his hand through his thick black hair, wondering how he was going to handle this unexpected problem.
He had a headache that would not go away. Opening the desk drawer, he popped open the prescription bottle and shook out two little white pills. He put them in his mouth and took a large swig of water.
The last thing he needed was the FBI crawling all over his ship. He didn’t like that at all. Not that he was worried they’d find anything. It just added complications.
He had an agreement with the Cubans that had to be fulfilled. Those caballeros still had two more shipments to deliver. The local police he could deal with. He had a guy on the inside here, and they had an understanding. But he didn’t have anyone with the feds. He’d have to stay on top of the DEA. And now the FBI investigation.
He pushed the intercom button, and a minute later, his beautiful assistant entered the office.
“Yes, Mr. Morrotti?” Gia leaned across his desk. Her silky blue blouse revealed an abundance of tanned cleavage. A cascade of brunette hair hung below her shoulders, and her hazel eyes stared at him expectantly.
“Gia. Get Assistant Ambrose with the Royal Bahamas Police Force on the phone for me. Tell him I want an update on the missing girl from SeaStar .” He barked the orders at her. But she didn’t flinch. She was used to his volatile moodiness.
“Yes, of course. Anything else, Mr. Morrotti?” Gia asked, giving him a little pout.
“Find some information on Rachel Scott. Her company is Florida Omni Search. Have Simon help you with it.”
Simon Goolsby was a private investigator who helped him when he needed the dirt on someone. He heard through his source that Ms. Scott was in town to help with the search. The more he knew about his adversaries, the better.
“Okay. Is that all?”
“Yes.” He dismissed her with a wave of his hand.
His eyes followed Gia as she turned and walked slowly out of his office, shutting the door behind her. Normally, he’d be thinking about her nice, curvaceous ass and all the things he’d do to her later. But right now he couldn’t focus on anything but the situation with the SeaStar .
Should he wait for this thing to blow over, or should he go ahead and risk moving the shipment with the FBI and DEA watching his every step?
He massaged his temples and thought about it. He’d