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CHAPTER 34
Landry’s condo was on the tenth floor of a twenty-story building a few steps from the beach. Actually, the front yard of the place was the beach. He followed her into a covered parking garage and pulled in close to her vehicle. They got out and he followed her to a bank of elevators, his small duffel containing his clothes slung over his shoulder.
“Looks like a nice place,” he said.
“I like it. Good mix of folks. Young to old.” “And the beach a few steps away. Not a coincidence?”
“I’m into water sports.”
“So what else do you do for fun?”
The elevator dinged and the doors slid open. “Target shooting. Catching bad guys.”
They stepped inside the elevator car.
Puller asked, “Are those things mutually exclusive?”
The doors closed.
“I hope not,” said Landry.
They stepped out on the tenth floor and he followed her down an interior hall with marble flooring done in a dizzying array of colors. She stopped at Condo 1017 and put her key in.
They stepped inside and Puller closed the door behind him.
“I’ve got a guest bedroom,” said Landry, pointing to the left. “It’s got its own bathroom. Kitchen’s over there. Fridge is stocked. I’m not much into cooking, but help yourself. Patio is over there with spectacular views of the Gulf. I’ve got a laundry room too if you need any stuff done.”
“I’m good on that,” said Puller. He went to his room, dropped the duffel on the bed, and came back out. He looked around. The furnishings all looked relatively new and in good taste. He wasn’t much into decorating. His apartment back in Quantico was neat and spare, but in all other respects indistinguishable from a college dorm room.
He slid open the door to the small patio and stepped out. The breeze was strong up here and it carried the full weight of the briny smells from the ocean.
There was a chaise sling chair, a small charcoal grill, and a round outdoor table stacked with books. Standing up against one wall was a surfboard and an even longer paddleboard with the paddle next to it.
Slung over the rail and kept there with clothesline clips were several bikinis. Puller gazed at them for a few moments and the
n switched his observations to the ocean when Landry stepped out and discreetly collected her bathing suits, carrying them back inside before rejoining him.
Puller leaned against the railing and eyed the boards.
“So you really are into water sports?”
“Pretty stupid to live here and not be.”
“You from Destin?”
“Miami. Moved here about five years ago.” “How come? I understand Miami is a fun place for young people.”
“It can be. For some young people. It just wasn’t right for me. Besides, I’d grown up there. I’d seen and done it all. Nothing new. And it got to be too crowded. Too crazy. The Emerald Coast is a better fit. Or the Redneck Riviera, as some call it.”
“And becoming a cop?”
“What I wanted. My father was a detective in Miami. I grew up with cops around all the time. Liked what I saw. So I joined the ranks in Miami. I think my father thought my brother would follow in his footsteps too, but the Army was his dream.”
“Your father sorry you left Miami to come here?”
“He probably would be if he were alive. Psycho freaked on PCP took care of that.”
“I’m sorry. But detectives don’t usually go down that way. They come in after the fact.”
“He wasn’t detecting. He was a citizen sitting in a bar having a drink when the PCP dude went apeshit. My dad tried to stop him. It didn’t work.” “How about your mom?”
She looked up at Puller. “I think I’ve told you enough about me.”
“Not prying. Just making conversation.”
“No need. I get along just fine with silence.” “Me too, actually.”
“I’m beat. I’m hitting the sheets. You’re on your own for breakfast. I get up early, do some beach stuff before hitting the gym downstairs. You can join me if you want. Then I head to work.”
“I’ll let you get to it, then.”
She left him and he heard her bedroom door close a few moments later.
Puller continued to stare out over the ocean. From his high perch it was like he could see the whole world from up here. All he wanted to see, however, was the truth behind his aunt’s death.
He heard a shower start running and figured Landry was rinsing off before “hitting the sheets.” She was one who kept things close to the vest. An interesting person. But then again Puller had been here a little over twelve hours and he had met a whole host of “interesting persons.”
The running water stopped and he heard the shower door open. He counted the seconds in his head, giving her time to towel off and go to bed. A few moments after that he heard her bed squeak slightly.
He checked his watch. It was really late. Later, actually, for him since he’d lost an hour based on his internal clock.
He went back inside. The AC was on but it somehow felt hotter in here than it had out there.
He walked to his room, closed the door, shed his clothes down to his green Army boxers, and climbed into bed. The sheets felt cool against his skin. He put his Mu under his pillow, a ritual of his that he figured he would keep until his death. Serving all those tours in the Middle East just did that to a guy.
Over there you were never really certain who was your friend and who was your foe. Depending on the day, it could be one or another. And the next day those roles could reverse. When you were talking about matters of life and death, such confusion was not welcome.
His thoughts turned to the giant. A friend tonight. But what about tomorrow? There was no reason to believe the man had any connection to why Puller was down here. But Puller knew that could change. When he had been in West Virginia recently, many people had turned out to be not who they claimed to be. And connections that seemed absurd before had turned out to be very much real.
He popped his neck, stretched a kink out of his long legs, closed his eyes, and went to sleep. He figured if he dreamt, it would have absolutely nothing to do with being in Paradise.
He, like Landry, preferred the view from here.
CHAPTER 35
Cheryl Landry stirred at six a.m.
At six-ten she was outfitted in board shorts and a bikini top over which she wore a short- sleeved T-shirt. With flip-flops on her feet and a large beach towel under her arm she opened the door to her bedroom and saw Puller sitting at the small round kitchen table drinking a cup of coffee and reading the morning paper. He was dressed in workout clothes: black shorts, Army green T-shirt, and sneakers.
He looked up and saw her staring at him. He held up the cup.
“You want some java before you hit the water?”
“No, thanks. I’m trying to cut down.” She walked across to the patio and retrieved her paddleboard.
“I’m actually thinking of taking up herbal tea instead,” said Puller as she stepped back inside. “Seriously?”
“Caffeine blows your aim. That’s reason enough for the military to ban it, although they never will. It’s too ingrained in the DoD’s psyche.” He held up the paper. “Hope you don’t mind. It was at the front door.”
“No problem. The only reason I get the paper is that it’s free. I read online for the most part.” Puller looked down at the first page of the paper. A large photo of the deceased Mr. and Mrs. Storrow dominated it.
“The Storrow murders are all over it.”
She nodded. “I wouldn’t put it past some folks in neighboring towns to play that up big just to take tourists away from Paradise.”
“Is it that cutthroat down here?”
“When it comes to tourist dollars it is.”
Puller rose, rinsed out his cup, and put it in the dishwasher.
“You coming to the beach?” she asked.
“I figure I’ll run while you do whatever it is you do with that,” he said, indicating the long red paddleboard.
“It’s a paddleboard,” she said, seeming surprised he wasn’t aware of that.
“Okay.”
“You stand up and paddle on it.”
“Right,” said Puller. “Figured something like that.”
“They’ve been around a while. You don’t get to the beach much I guess.”
“I guess I don’t.”
“It’s not as easy as it looks.”
“It doesn’t look easy to me. I’m not even sure that thing would support my weight.”
As they set off down the hall she said, “How far do you run?”
