The Heather Graham Bundle
The Island Ghost Walk Killing Kelly The Vision
Contents
THE ISLAND
GHOST WALK
KILLING KELLY
THE VISION
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Heather Graham
The Island
To Rhonda Saperstein,
with lots of love and thanks.
And to Coral Reef Yacht Club and
its members, with deepest thanks,
especially Fred and Marian Davant,
Teresa and Stu Davant,
Dr. Michael and Kelly Johnson,
Jock and Linda Fink, and the Commodore
and his wife: Eric and Elisa Thyree.
Contents
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Prologue
YOURE GOING TO FEED them again?
Molly Monoco looked up at the sound of her husbands voice. She had been busy in the galley, putting together a goodie bag filled with substantial meals. Ted, speaking with a growl in his voice, had been at his workstation. Apparently he had just noticed how industriously she had been preparing food.
Her husband appeared both aggravated and disgusted.
He knew what she was up to.
She couldnt really blame him for his feelings. Ted had worked hard all his life, and had earned every bit of the income they were now enjoying after his retirement. They both came from Cuban families who had made the move to Florida long before the refugees had begun fleeing the little island. While Mollys maiden name had been Rodriguez, her first name had always been Molly, just as Ted had been Theodore from the start. Their parents had brought them to the States, believing in the American dream, and teaching them a work ethic that would allow them to achieve that dream.
Ted had started out playing the drums at nightclubs in Miami, not unlike a man who had become a lot more famous, Desi Arnaz.
He had worked as a busboy, as well, then a waiter, a host and a dancer. From his playing, he had fallen in love with salsa. So he had kept playing the drums, kept dancing, kept bussing tables and being a waiter and bartender until he had made enough money to buy his first studio, totally dedicated to the art of salsa. Eventually he had owned several studios, then sold them for a nice fat profit.
Work. Ted had known how to do it well. He had little patience with those who would not or could not help themselves.
And she did understand.
But she had her goals, too, trying to look after others who perhaps didnt deserve help, but then again, who might turn their lives around with a little assistance.
Now, as a retired man of means, he also had his hobbies, like all the sonar gadgets and other equipment on the boat. After all, he would have noticed what she was up to earlier, if he hadnt been playing around so intently with one of his computers!
She smiled. Even miffed, as he was right now, he was still as attractive to her as the young man with whom she had fallen in love forty-odd years ago. Tall, but not too tall, still fit. The hair on his chest was now graylike the thinning strands on top of his head, but she didnt care. After all those years of marriage, the ups and the downs, she loved him now just as much as she always hadeven if he had decided to name the yacht Retired!, despite the fact that she could have thought of a dozen more charming names.
His current displeasure with her wouldnt last. It never did. Just as she loved the fact that he was always tinkering with some new kind of technology, he was secretly pleased that his wife was concerned for the welfare of others.
Ted, what else can I do? she asked softly.
Quench the maternal instincts, he said, rolling his eyes. We may well be talking criminals here. Hell, were definitely talking criminals.
Or misdirected young people who just need a helping hand, she said firmly. All her life, Molly had been involved. Blessed with Ted, her high-school sweetheart, shed worked alongside him at many a club. Thenwhen she hadnt been able to produce the family she would have lovedshed tried to help out where she could, at the church, with the homeless, and for various good causes, raising funds, even working soup kitchens. She could afford to, once Ted began making good money.
And she remained blessed. At sixty-five, she was no spring chick. But she was in good health, good shape, and pleased, mainly for Teds sake, that people would say what an attractive woman she was.
Its food, Ted. Nothing but a little food, she assured him. And the last handout were giving, since were setting off on our own excursion.
He sighed, and a small smile crept over his face. Coming to her, he wrapped his arms around her. How did I get so lucky? he asked.
Chance? she teased, smiling.
He gave her a swat on the bottom. She giggled. Flirting was fun. They were older now, so a pat on the behind didnt lead to an afternoon in the handsome master cabin. Forget Viagra. He had a heart condition; she wouldnt let him take it. When there was this kind of amazing affection and closeness after so many years, nothing needed to be pushed.
In his arms, she thought with wonder what a great life theyd had together, and how wonderful it was that they still had each otherand the Retired! They could go anywhere, live out their dreams, explorewherever the whim took themand do it all in luxury.
Okay, woman, were moving on, so go and be lady bountiful, and then well get cracking, he said firmly.
Right.
Molly headed for the ladder that would take her to the deck, her bag of goodies in her arms. She hummed softly as she emerged topside.
For a moment she just stared, confused. She even started to smile.
Then the tune she had been humming abruptly halted, broken on the air.
Her mouth began to work.
No sound came.
TED HEARD, OR THOUGHT HE HEARD, a slight sound from topside.
Molly?
No answer.
Molly? he called, a little louder this time.
He felt a little thud against his heart. Maybe she had fallen, taking the dinghy, getting on or off the main boat. Hurt herself. Worse. They were neither of them young. What if shed suffered some kind of attack? Fallenmaybe unconsciousinto the water?
He leaped up, some instinct suddenly warning him of danger.
He ran up the steps to the deck.
And froze.
Two thoughts occurred to him.
What an ass he had been!
And then
Molly, oh, Molly, Molly
Time to talk, Ted, snapped an angry voice.
I cant tell you what you want to know, he protested, tears in his eyes.
I think you can.
I cant! I swear, before God, I would if I could.
Start thinking, Ted. Because trust me, you will tell me what youve found.
1
IT WAS A SKULL.
That much Beth Anderson knew after two seconds of dusting off bits of dirt and grass and fallen palm debris.
Well? Amber demanded.
What is it? Kimberly asked, standing right behind Amber, anxiously trying to look over her shoulder.
Beth glanced up briefly at her fourteen-year-old niece and her nieces best friend. Until just seconds ago, the two had been talking a mile a minute, as they always did, agreeing that their friend Tammy was a bitch, being far too cruel to her best friend, Aubrey, who in turn came to Amber and Kimberly for friendship every time she was being dissed by Tammy. They werent dissing anyone themselves, they had assured Beth, because they werent saying anything they wouldnt say straight to Tammys face.
Beth loved the girls, loved being with them, and was touched to be the next best thing to a mother for Amber, who had lost her own as an infant. She was accustomed to listening to endless discussions on the hottest music, the hottest new shows and the hottest new moviesand who did and didnt deserve to be in them, since the girls were both students at a magnet school for drama.
The main topic on their hot list had recently become boys. On that subject, they could truly talk endlessly.
But now their continual chatter had come to a dead stop.
Kimberly had been the one to stub her toe on the unknown object.
Amber had been the one to stoop down to look, then demand that her aunt come over.
Well? Kim prodded. Dig it up, Beth.
UmI dont think I should, Beth said, biting her lower lip.
It wasnt just a skull. She couldnt see it clearly, there was so much dirt and debris, but despite the fact that it was half hidden by tangled grasses and the sandy ground, she could see more than bone.
There was still hair, Beth thought, her stomach churning.
And even tissue.
She didnt want the girls seeing what they had discovered any more closely.
Beth felt as if the blood in her veins had suddenly turned to ice. She didnt touch the skull; she carefully laid a palm frond over it, so she would recognize the spot when she returned to it. She wasnt about to dig anything up with the girls here.
She dusted her hands and stood quickly, determined that they had to get back to her brother; who was busy setting up their campsite. They were going to have to radio the police, since cell phones didnt seem to work out here.
A feeling of deep unease was beginning to ooze along her spine as vague recollections of a haunting news story flashed into her mind: Molly and Ted Monoco, expert sailors, had seemed to vanish into thin air.
The last place theyd actually been seen was Calliope Key, right where they were now.
Lets go get Ben, she suggested, trying not to sound as upset as she felt.
Its a skull, isnt it? Amber demanded.
She was a beautiful girl, tall and slender, with huge hazel eyes and long dark hair. The way she looked in a bathing suita two-piece, but hardly a risqué bikiniwas enough to draw the attention of boys who were much too old for her, at least in Beths opinion. Kimberly was the opposite of Amber, a petite blonde with bright blue eyes, pretty as a picture.
Sometimes the fact that she was in charge of two such attractive and impressionable girls seemed daunting. She knew she tended to be a worrywart, but the idea of any harm coming to the girls was
Okay! She was the adult here. In charge. And it was time to do something about that.
But they were practically alone on an island with no phones, no carsnot a single luxury. A popular destination for the local boat crowd, but distant and desolate.
It was two to three hours back to Miami with the engine running, though Fort Lauderdale was closer, and it was hardly an hour to a few of the Bahamian islands.
She inhaled and exhaled. Slowly.
The human mind was amazing. Moments ago she had been delighted by the very remoteness of the island, pleased that there werent any refreshment stands, automobiles or modern appliances of any kind.
But now
Might be a skull, Beth admitted, and she forced a grin, lifting her hands. And might not be, she lied. Your dad isnt going to be happy about this, Amber, when hes been planning this vacation for so long, but
She broke off. She hadnt heard the sound of footsteps or even the rustle of foliage, but as she spoke, a man appeared.
He had emerged from an overgrown trail through one of the thick hummocks of pines and palms that grew so profusely on the island.
It was that elemental landscape that brought real boat people here, the lack of all the things that came with the real world.
So why did his arrival feel so threatening?
Trying to be rational with herself, she decided that he looked just right for the type of person who should be here. He had sandy hair and was deeply tanned. No, not just tanned but bronzed, with the kind of dyed-in-deep coloring that true boat people frequently seemed to acquire. He was in good shape, but not heavily muscled. He was in wellworn denim cutoffs, and his feet were clad in deck shoes, no socks. His feet were as bronze as his body, so he must have spent plenty of time barefoot.
Like a guy who belonged on a boat, cruising the out islands. One who knew what he was doing. One who would camp where there were no amenities.
He also wore shades.
Anyone would, she told herself. She had on sunglasses, as did the girls. So why did his seem suspicious, dark and secretive.
She needed to be reasonable, she told herself. She was only feeling this sudden wariness because she had just found a skull, and instinctive panic was setting in. It was odd how the psyche worked. Any other time, if she had run into someone else on the island, she would have been friendly.
But she had just found a skull, and he reminded her of the unknown fate of Ted and Molly Monoco, who had been here, and then
Sailed into the sunset?
An old friend had reported them missing when they hadnt radioed in, as they usually did.
And she had just found a skull at their last known location.
So she froze, just staring at the man.
Amber, at fourteen, hadnt yet begun to think of personal danger in the current situation. Her father was a boat person, so she was accustomed to other boat people, and she was friendly when she met them. She wasnt stupid or naive, and she had been taught street smartsshe went to school in downtown Miami, for one thing. She could be careful when she knew she should.
Apparently that didnt seem to be now.
Amber smiled at the stranger and said, Hi.
Hi, he returned.
Hi, Kim said.
Amber nudged Beth. Umhi.
Keith Henson, the man said, and though she couldnt see his eyes, his shades were directed toward her. His face had good solid lines. Strong chin, high-set cheekbones. The voice was rich and deep.