Выбери любимый жанр

Surface Tension - Kling Christine - Страница 49


Изменить размер шрифта:

49

I squinted at the blurry black-and-white photo of a vessel surrounded by puffs of white smoke.

“So that’s all people are interested in, huh, fish? Do you think somebody could find anything of value on any of these wrecks?”

He laughed. “Are you kidding? First of all, the Coasties have guys strip these ships clean of everything before they sink ’em. Then they blow holes in every single compartment to make sure that divers can’t get caught in any little holes. Then there’s hundreds of divers a week exploring all over these things. Honey, you couldn’t find diddly-squat on one of these wrecks.”

I handed him back his book. “Hmmm. Okay, well, thanks for all your help. See ya.”

I paused on the sidewalk outside the store and took a last look at the hookah equipment in the dive store window. The hand on my arm was totally unexpected because I had not heard the slightest sound of his approach.

“Hey, lady,” he said, and I jumped, yanked my arm from his grasp, and backed off, ready to run. James Long was staring at me, equally startled by my reaction. “I didn’t mean to scare you.” He held his hands up in the air and I noticed he was wearing a white martial- arts getup, and even that outfit was ironed, with sharp creases on the sleeves. “It seems every time I touch you, you bolt like a startled deer.”

I laughed. “Geez, James, I was a million miles away. I didn’t even hear you come up on me.” I didn’t go into the fact that somebody had tried to kill me last night, and that does tend to make one a little jumpy.

He looked at the name of the store written across the top of the window and raised one eyebrow. “So the lady captain is a diver, too?”

I tried, unsuccessfully, to raise one eyebrow as well. “And the gentleman executive is a kung fu artist?”

He flashed those incredibly white teeth of his at me again, and I felt like an idiot grinning back at him. “Tai chi, actually. I like the study of the Taoist philosophy, and it keeps me in shape, teaches me things about the body. I try to come for classes here several times a week.” He pointed a few doors down to a storefront with Chinese characters across the front window and the words Florida Kung Fu and Tai Chi Chuan. “Don’t suppose you’d be willing to join me for a late lunch?”

Truth be told, I was starving. My eating habits these last few days would have had Red steaming mad. He was always trying to get me to eat more regularly. He claimed I preferred to graze, eating only when I was hungry. The thing was, though, I needed to get back to the cottage and call Jeannie. I’d promised B.J.

“James, I’m tempted, but I’ve really got to get back. If you’ve got a second, though, there is something I’d like to talk to you about.”

“Certainly, Seychelle. How can I help you?”

“I went by Harbor House yesterday.” I decided not to get into his little deception about Sunny/Sonya when I’d first met him on Saturday. “When I was leaving, I heard Minerva on the phone with somebody named Burns. Do you know Hamilton Burns, an attorney?”

“Of course. We’ve been involved in legal matters with Mr. Burns on several occasions. He is very well known in this town.”

“What kind of legal matters?”

“I’m sorry, Seychelle, I really can’t discuss that with you. You realize, of course, that there is a very sensitive side to what I do. Sometimes these runaways come from families that would rather not let it be known that their little darlings ended up on the streets. They want to make any criminal charges go away and whisk them back to their former lives. Burns helps them with that.”

“That’s not right.”

“It’s not a bad thing. What about the ones no one ever misses? Look, are you sure you won’t join me?” he went on. “We could continue this conversation over margaritas over at Carlos and Pepe’s?” He pointed to the restaurant across the parking lot.

I sighed and looked at him and came real close to giving in and going. James Long was damned likable. Some other day, when all this is over I thought, if we are both left standing when the dust clears, I would really like to get to know him better.

XIX

I was about to turn onto my street when I noticed the white unmarked car parked across and a few doors up from the Larsen place. The thunderheads had cast an early dusk over the street, but I could still make out two shadowy figures sitting in the front seat. I just kept driving right into the cul-de-sac, where the street dead-ended at the New River. I parked the Jeep and climbed over the wood fence around the Martinez place. The fences on these riverfront properties, when there were any, ran only to the seawall.

The Larsens’ yard was clear. I didn’t even see B.J. around. I had hoped he might be on the Gorda piecing that head back together, but no such luck. Once inside my cottage, I knew I had to do something about food. It was already past four and I hadn’t eaten a thing since the quick meal I’d grabbed from Burger King the night before. I rummaged through my cupboards, finally coming up with the last dented can of Campbell’s bean-with-bacon soup. While it cooked in the microwave, I tried Jeannie’s number again, and amazingly, she picked up on the second ring.

“Jeannie, it’s Seychelle.”

“Oh, thank God. I was just about ready to call the police and report you as a missing person. Honey, you’ve got to stop worrying me like this. You’ve got to check in

more often. These are not nice people you’re playing around with.”

“This is not something you need to tell me, trust me, Jeannie. I’ll tell you all about that in a bit, but first, have you found out anything sure about the owners yet?”

“Okay, well, here’s the deal. Everywhere I turned, I kept getting the door slammed in my face. Finally, I decided the only way I was going to get through was to use a little deceit. I won’t go into details, but suffice it to say I could get disbarred over this one. Anyway, I was right, it’s Benjamin Crystal still . . . he never really sold the boat. Well, I mean, he sold it, but he sold it to himself. The company that owns the boat is located in the Caymans and it goes through subsidiaries of larger corporations, but it all comes back to Mr. Benjamin Crystal.”

“That son of a bitch.”

“He is that.”

“That’s not exactly what I meant.” Neal had known all along. He had to have known, he was captain of the boat. All that bullshit he’d given me about how it would be different once the boat was sold. Lies. All lies. “What does this mean to us, Jeannie? To my salvage claim?”

“Well, it’s not going to be easy. I couldn’t exactly explain to a court of law the way I found out. I think we should continue dealing with Burns. I’ll fire him another counteroffer and let’s keep our knowledge of the real owner as our trump card.”

“Okay, that sounds good.”

Suddenly someone started pounding on the front door. My heart felt like it was trying to leap out of my chest. Abaco began to bark.

“Seychelle, open the goddamn door.”

Abaco stopped barking, and she was wagging her tail. We both recognized that voice. “Honey,” Jeannie said, “what is going on over there?”

“I thought for a second it was the cops, but it’s my brother, Maddy. I’ve got to go, Jeannie. Call Burns and then call me back. Talk to you later.”

Maddy strode in with his face looking like a bruised, overripe peach. One eye was covered with gauze and bandages, his lip was swollen and split with black knotted thread holding the two halves together and the swellings on his cheek and forehead were that greenish purple color of day-old bruises and bottle flies. Metal splints like birdcages surrounded the index and middle fingers of his right hand. He headed straight for the fridge, opened the door, and helped himself to a beer. Popping the top one-handedly, he settled on the low couch with a loud exhale.

49
Перейти на страницу:

Вы читаете книгу


Kling Christine - Surface Tension Surface Tension
Мир литературы

Жанры

Фантастика и фэнтези

Детективы и триллеры

Проза

Любовные романы

Приключения

Детские

Поэзия и драматургия

Старинная литература

Научно-образовательная

Компьютеры и интернет

Справочная литература

Документальная литература

Религия и духовность

Юмор

Дом и семья

Деловая литература

Жанр не определен

Техника

Прочее

Драматургия

Фольклор

Военное дело