I wont leave you, Tia. I swear I wont.
But she had left Tia. Shed left her all alone in that hellish place. Carrie had managed to get away, and the police had later told her that her escape had probably saved both their lives. But Carrie hadnt seen it that way, and neither, she feared, had Tia.
In spite of everything, though, the two of them had managed to resume their friendship, but nothing was ever the same after that summer.
It had almost been a relief for Carrie when the two of them had gone off to separate colleges and eventually lost touch. Away from Tia, the nightmares and guilt had finally faded.
Then, just a few months ago, Tia had come back into Carries life. Shed called out of the blue one day, shocking Carrie from the pleasant complacency her life had become.
Im getting married and I want you to be my maid of honor. Theres no one else Id rather have with me than you, Carrie. Weve been through so much. Please say yes.
Of course, Carrie had said yes, even though shed had some trepidation about renewing the friendship. After years of struggling to find herself, shed finally gotten her life on track. She had the job of her dreams with a local magazine, a great apartment, a small circle of friends. So what if she hadnt met that special someone. So what if at times loneliness threatened to engulf her. Shed finally put the past behind her and that was all that mattered.
Or so she tried to tell herself.
But Tias phone call had brought it all back. The nightmares and the guilt.
Carrie had worked long and hard to exorcise her own demons, but they were always there lurking in the deepest recesses of her subconscious, waiting to undermine any intimate relationship she might have hoped to establish.
The guilt was still there, too. Shed gotten away from their abductor before hed physically harmed her, but Tia hadnt. What must her nightmares be like?
Theyd never talked about what that monster did to her, but Carrie knew. Deep down, she knew.
The wedding was to be Tias exorcism. A chance to finally put the past to rest and have the kind of fairy-tale life shed always dreamed of.
So what had happened? Carrie wondered. What had ended the dream and driven Tia away from the church that day? Had she simply gotten cold feet or had she discovered something about Trey Hollinger that had frightened her into running away?
And why had she brought the photographsuch a painful reminder of the pastwith her to Cape Diablo?
A noise from the sitting room brought Carrie around with a start. Her mind flashed instantly to the man shed seen a few minutes earlier on the path. Hed still been some distance from her so she couldnt be sure that shed seen a gun, but the very idea that someone might be armed and dangerous on the tiny island made her hesitate at the doorway.
Anyone home? Robert Cochburn called from the sitting room.
Recognizing his voice, Carrie let out a breath of relief as she replaced the frame on the dresser, then walked down the corridor and through the archway.
The attorney hovered on the threshold, giving her an apologetic smile as soon as she entered the room. Sorry to just barge in like this, but I did knock. I guess you didnt hear me. His gaze darted to the hallway behind her. I trust you found your friend?
Unfortunately, no. Carrie brushed a restless hand through her hair. I dont know where she is.
Something flickered in his eyes, a shadow that made Carrie wonder. How did you get in here?
The door was unlocked. Realizing what he might think, she said quickly, I wasnt snooping. I just wanted to make sure everything was okay. I thought Tia might have left the island for good.
And?
He had the oddest expression on his face. Carrie didnt know what to make of it. Her clothes are still hanging in the closet so I assume she hasnt gone far. She glanced over her shoulder. Theres a smell in the hallway. I think an animal might have gotten trapped in the walls and died.
Cochburn grimaced. I wouldnt be surprised. The house is old and falling apart. Im sure there are dozens of ways for mice and rats to get in. I can have someone check it out if you want.
I should probably leave that up to Tia. Its her apartment.
They both walked outside then and Cochburn closed the door behind them. As they moved into the courtyard, Carrie suddenly remembered something in Tias letter.
Sometimes I go down to the beach and try to imagine the two of them collecting shells, building sand castles, playing chase with the surf. Reyna, so quiet and shy, and Pilar, too adventurous for her own good. They remind me of the way you and I once were.
Her gaze lifted to the upstairs windows at the back of the house. She almost expected to find Tia gazing down at her, but instead there was nothing but light reflecting off glass.
She rubbed her hands up and down her arms as she continued to stare at the windows. Someone was up there. Not Tia perhaps, but someone. Carrie was sure of it. She could feel those invisible eyes on her, and the dread shed been fighting since shed gotten off the boat seemed to seep all the way down into her soul.
Something bad had happened here. It was as if those lingering emotions had morphed into a physical presence, one that watched and waited and played on vulnerabilities.
Shed only felt this sensation one other time.
Dont, Carrie warned herself nervously. It wouldnt do to make comparisons.
It was just an old house. And something bad had happened there. It was no secret. A whole family had disappeared. Little wonder the place seemed to reek of sorrow and tragedy.
Which bedroom belonged to the Santiago children? she asked suddenly.
The question seemed to catch Cochburn off guard. I beg your pardon?
I was just thinking about something Tia wrote in one of her letters. She seems so fascinated by the Santiago family, especially the little girls. I wondered if she might be up there for some reason.
Oh, I doubt that.
Carrie turned at his adamant tone. Why do you say that?
He hesitated, then shrugged. Because if she were up there, she would have seen you by now and come down.
I suppose youre right.
I really dont think theres cause for worry, he insisted. Shes probably gone back to the mainland for a few days.
But if that were the case, someone in Everglades City would have seen her, Carrie said.
Not necessarily. We only talked to a few people at the marina. The place is full of tourists this time of year. Faces tend to blend together.
But surely Trawick would have remembered taking her back to the mainland.
Trawick delivers supplies and mail to Cape Diablo, but his isnt the only boat for hire in the area. She could have made previous arrangements with another driver. Or Carlos may have taken her back. You said she wasnt expecting you, so its very possible that youve simply missed her.
Carrie hated to think that her trip to Cape Diablo had been a waste, mainly because she didnt know where to go from there. Searching for Tia in the Ten Thousands Islands would be like looking for the proverbial needle in a haystack.
She bit her lip. I should talk to Carlos. And what about Alma Garcia? She was standing on the balcony when we came up. Maybe she saw Tia leave. Do you think it would be possible for me to talk to her, as well?
Cochburn frowned as his gaze shot up to the third-story windows. Almaisnt exactly receptive to strangers, he said doubtfully. Perhaps it would be better if I go up alone and have a word with her. Meanwhile, why dont you check with the other tenant? He may know where Tias gone off to, and if not, well go find Carlos together.
Carrie nodded. What did you say his name is?
Ethan Stone. He lives in the apartment above Tias.
Carrie started for the stairs, then turned back when Cochburn called out her name. Yes?
He paused, as if preparing to broach a tricky subject. I dont want to sound overly dramatic, but I meant it earlier when I said that you shouldnt go wandering off on your own, even here on the island. Cape Diablo is small, but itll be dark soon and the south end is nothing but swamp. It can be pretty treacherous if you dont know your way around.
She thought again of the man shed seen earlier and nodded. Thanks for the warning. Ill wait for you before I leave the courtyard.
Good. Ill meet you back here in a few minutes.
They separated, and as Cochburn headed for the main house, Carrie walked up the stairs to the second-floor apartment and knocked on the door. A fly buzzed past her face and she swatted it away as she knocked a second time. Finally she gave up and headed back down the stairs to the courtyard.
In spite of Cochburns warning, she was tempted to strike out on her own to look for Tia. Carrie hated feeling so helpless, but she supposed the attorney was right. It would be dark soon and she didnt know the terrain. She wouldnt be of any use to Tia if she got herself lost or injured in the swamp.
Standing at the edge of the pool, she stared into the murky water and wondered what she could do. Was it time to go to the police?
And tell them what, exactly?
It was doubtful theyd treat Tia as a missing person. Shed run away from her wedding to come here to the island of her own free will.
The letter Carrie received had been a bit strange, but certainly nothing the police would construe as evidence. And as for the midnight phone call, Carrie wasnt even certain it had been Tias voice on the other end of the line. The police would probably argue that Carrie had been too quick to jump to conclusions. And they might very well be right. What if shed launched a wild-goose chase because of nothing more than an overwrought imagination?
Maybe she wanted Tia to be in trouble so that she could ride to the rescue and clear her conscience once and for all.
Okay, enough with the psychoanalyzing, Carrie chided herself. Shed once paid a therapist a fortune to do exactly that.
Her thoughts scattered as she caught sight of something in the pool. The water was so dirty she could barely see through it, but something white gleamed on the bottom.
It was probably nothing more than reflected light, but for a moment it looked as if
No! It couldnt be.
But it was.
A body lay on the bottom of the pool. Carrie could just make out the outstretched arms, and her hand flew to her mouth as her heart slammed against her chest in horror.