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“Fuck. So Conchello has been tipped off about the raid and the undercover agent?”
“They must have been, but Scott, Elizabeth McKay was a familiar figure at the Conchello mansion. She’s believed to have been there at the time of the raid, but word is she managed to duck out a side gate. It was enough for Miller to get a search warrant. In her apartment he found the gun that killed the undercover agent, and a few wads of cash. One of the gang members who copped a plea claimed Conchello kept a sports bag loaded with money in his safe.”
“Are you saying Elizabeth killed this cop and disappeared with the money?”
“I’m just giving you the information we have. You can draw your own conclusions, but Detective Miller is on her trail, and he’s determined to hunt her down. Now it’s your turn, Scott. What’s going on down there? How did Miller and McKay cross your path, and do they have any connection with our operation?”
Scott hesitated, then made his choice.
“Dan Miller is here trying to find Elizabeth McKay, and he thought she was one of my passengers. He’s been a real pain in the ass, and Frank, I don’t like him. How does an LAPD Detective end up with a Rolex Submariner on his wrist?”
“Maybe it’s a fake.”
“The second hand moved smoothly. It wasn’t running on a battery.”
“You don’t miss much, Scott.”
“That’s why I’m still alive.”
“He could have a rich girlfriend.”
“Trust me, he’s not good looking enough,” Scott remarked with a grimace. “That hair and mustache of his would scare Cruella Deville, but send me the file on that raid, and any dirt floating around on Miller. Also, ask Penny to dig into Elizabeth McKay’s connection to Conchello. Dan Miller smells bad. He sure as hell didn’t get that watch solving crimes. But more importantly, the more I know, the more I’ll be able to piece this together, and figure out if either of them are linked to what we’re doing. That’s what we need to know, right?”
“Absolutely, and the way things are moving, I have to believe their presence down there is more than coincidental. I also think it’s time to give this operation a name.”
“Let me think about that. I’ll text it to you.”
“Sounds good.”
Ending the call, Scott stood on the deck and stared out at the water, his knees automatically flexing with the movement of the boat beneath his feet. Profound and disturbing questions loomed in the forefront of his mind.
If Dan Miller really did plant the gun and cash in Elizabeth’s apartment, what motivated him? Why did Elizabeth have the wads of money in her bag, but equally important, and even more disturbing, what exactly was her relationship with the international drug lord?
Lifting slowly out of a deep, dreamless sleep, Elizabeth rolled over to snuggle against Scott, only to find the bed empty. Sitting up, she yawned and stretched her arms over her head. Sunlight peeking past the sides of the window shades suggested another beautiful day in paradise.
“You’re awake,” Scott declared, stepping into the cabin.
“That’s the best I’ve slept in forever,” she said gratefully, thinking how safe she’d felt when she’d fallen asleep next to him. “I’m almost glad you threw that sim card away. I like being off the radar.”
“There are times when being unreachable is a good thing,” he said with a grin.
“Is it time to go ashore?”
“We’ll have breakfast first.”
“Okay. I’ll get up.”
“Don’t take forever. I know how you females can be.”
“That’s blatantly obvious,” she quipped, emerging naked from the sheets and crawling down the bed.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Plenty of condoms at the ready? On land you’d have notches on your bedpost,” she remarked, staring at him with raised eyebrows. “What is it on a yacht? Knots in ropes?”
With lightening speed, he threw her backwards and pinned her arms above her head.
“I’m not taking the bait, Elizabeth,” he said solemnly, frowning down at her.
