Page 12 of Fierce Seas


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“The door was open,” the detective declared, abruptly pausing his step.

“The hell it was. I always lock it when I step into the shower. You just broke in!” Scott exclaimed, then deciding to put the man to the test, he reached for his phone sitting on the table. “I’m calling the police.”

“I am the police,” the detective growled.

“Where’s your warrant?”

“I have cause to believe—”

“You have cause to believe nothing,” Scott retorted, “and I’m calling the real police. The ones who actually have authority on this island.”

Keeping his eye on him and ready for just about anything, Scott picked up his phone and punched in Jack’s number.

“Hey, Scott,” Jack said, answering on the first ring.

“Hi, this is Captain Scott Specter from the Victoria Sailing School. I’m calling to report a break-in. I’m on my boat and—”

But before he could finish speaking, Dan Miller turned on his heel and marched away.

“Scott? What’s going on?” Jack asked urgently.

“That so-called detective just broke into my yacht,” Scott replied, quickly closing the door. “I said I was calling the police, and as soon as I started talking to you, he bolted.”

“What the hell?”

“Exactly, what the hell?” Scott said angrily.

“I’m calling the station right now. A couple of the guys stop in here for drinks after their shift. I’ll ask them if they’ve heard about him.”

“Good idea, keep me posted, and just so you know, I’ll be sailing out of here before sunset.”

CHAPTER THREE

Staring at the shocked face of the lanky detective bent over and standing in the doorway, Scott hastily stepped in front of the startled young waitress from the Shady Shack.

“Okay, that’s it,” Scott exclaimed angrily. “I don’t know what your problem is, but I’m contacting the local police and filing an official complaint.”

“I’m sorry,” Dan began haltingly. “I thought—”

“I don’t give a shit what you thought,” Scott barked, cutting him off. “First you break in here, and now this. Carrying a badge doesn’t give you the right to come barging in any time you want. Don’t come back unless you have a warrant.”

A dark frown furrowing his brow, the detective turned to leave, but banged his head on the top of the door frame.

“Fuck!” he snarled, urgently rubbing the sore spot. “Damn boats.”

Scott was tempted to make a smart retort, but not wanting to make the situation any worse he held his tongue.

“What was all that about?” Mandy asked, obviously shaken by the intrusion.

“He must have thought you were that girl he’s looking for,” Scott replied, closing the door and watching Dan Miller stride off down the dock.

“But he showed me the picture. I don’t look anything like her.”

“Who knows what his story is, and I’m sorry you had to go through that,” Scott said with a heavy sigh. “Here, take this,” he continued, giving her a ten-dollar bill, “and thanks for bringing the chips and salsa.”

“You’re welcome, but jeez, what a creepy guy.”

“Steer clear of him.”

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