gnawing ache in her stomach. Strong winds caused by the shipâs speed whipped through her cotton shorts and blouse, impeding her progress as she neared the bow. She passed under the last light and pressed on into the darkness, stopping only when she reached the area directly behind the driving range.
Roberts had chosen the windiest, darkest, and most deserted part of the ship. Why?
Perfect place for spies,
she reasoned.
And the perfect place for a murder.
If you wanted to waste someone, all you had to do was toss them over the side of the ship. No one would ever know. Jennie groaned. Where had that macabre thought come from?
You can still leave, McGrady
, her rational self suggested.
Maybe you should
. âI canât,â she whispered, setting any objection aside.
Hearing footsteps, she tightened her grip on the railing, took a deep breath, and waited.
13
âI wasnât sure youâd come.â Roberts stood only inches from her and rested his arms on the railing. Jennie turned to look at him, barely able to make out his features. He smelled nice and had changed from his tropical touristy look to dinner clothesâa suitâmaybe a tux. In the darkness she couldnât be sure. She wondered if he still had his gun. âYou shouldnât have, you know. Not alone.â
Jennie couldnât decide if he was teasing or patronizing her.
âYou told me to come alone.â
âAnd you always do what strangers tell you?â
âOnly when theyâre government agents with a message from my dad.â
Roberts gazed into the darkness for what seemed like forever before he spoke again. âI caught the show you did on television,â he said, his voice barely audible in the wind. âVery impressive. Youâve turned into quite a young lady. Your father would be proud.â
âYou knew my father?â
âJason McGrady is an old friend.â
Present tense
. The butterflies in Jennieâs stomach soared.
Donât get your hopes up
, she told herself. But Jennie had to ask. She had to know. âYou said
is
an old friend. Are you saying that my father is still alive?â
He didnât answer. Jennie forgot to breathe and steeled herself against what she suspected would be a negative response.
Roberts ran a hand down his face. âThatâs a difficult question to answer.â
âWhy? Heâs either dead or alive. I need to know. For once and for all, I need to know.â Her voice cracked. She gripped the railing even tighter.
You are not going to cry, McGrady. Youâre not.
âMr. Roberts, these last few years have been like a roller-coaster ride for me. Maybe itâs just been wishful thinking, but part of me has never been able to accept Dadâs death. His disappearance was like a chapter in a book without an ending. I canât close it until I have the last chapter. After I did the television interview, J.B. and Gram told me Dad had died. The government even had a witness. It wasnât what I wanted, but at least it was an ending.â
âJennieâ¦â
âNo, let me finish.â She took a deep breath to steady herself. âI would have let it end there, but someone locked me in the sauna last night and then ransacked my room. The only thing missing was Dadâs picture. I couldnât help but wonder why someone would want it. Part of me wants to believe Dadâs still alive, but if thatâs true, then Gram and J.B. and the government have all lied to me. And if my father is alive, that means he has deceived me too.â Jennie bit her lip, unable to talk around the lump forming in her throat. Tears slid down her cheeks and dripped onto her evening gown.
Roberts handed her a handkerchief. âEither way you lose.â
Jennie nodded and blew her nose. âCan you tell me the truth?â
âThatâs why Iâm here, Jennie.â Roberts moved from the railing and suggested they find a
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