In the Dark by Heather Graham Page A

there?” David asked.
    “Yeah.”
    “Well?”
    “Apparently, according to the old guy’s night nurse, your ex-wife’s name kept coming up, as well.”
    “What?”
    “She said the two kept talking about an Alex McCord.”
    David digested the information slowly. Finally it was Dane’s turn to ask, “Hey, David, you still there?”
    “Yeah, yeah. I need another favor.”
    “What’s that?”
    “Look into a guy for me. If he’s telling the truth at all, you should be able to dig up some stuff on him.”
    “Sure. Who’s the guy?”
    “An ex–navy SEAL. John Seymore.”
     
    Jeb had his tie. Alex wasn’t certain what it was going to look like when combined with a dress shirt and a jacket, but it was certainly a comment about the lifestyle he loved. Light blue dolphins leaping against a cobalt background.
    Alex had purchased one of the same ties. Reflex action, she decided. The darker color was just like David’s eyes, and she used to buy all kinds of little things just because they might appeal to him.
    “Damn,” she murmured as they walked back to the restaurant.
    “What?”
    “Oh…nothing. I guess I don’t really want to go back in and see our…group.” Nor did she want to pass the alley. She could see David. He was bare chested, wearing deep green trunks and deck shoes, leaning against the wall. He hadn’t noticed them yet, because he was too deeply engrossed in a telephone conversation.
    “Our group? Oh, you mean Seth Granger,” Jeb suggested.
    She shrugged. “Right. Seth.” Seth was just a pain in the butt, though. Annoying to deal with, but once she was away from him, she forgot all about him.
    She really didn’t want to see David. She was furious with herself for having instinctively bought the tie.
    “Just walk on by then, Alex. The boat is at the end of the dock. Wait there. I’ll go in and gather up the forces. Hopefully anyone who wandered off shopping is back. And hopefully those who did more drinking than eating won’t be too inebriated.”
    She smiled and thanked him, then started down the dock. The sunset was coming in, and she believed with her whole heart that nothing could compare to sunset in the Florida Keys. The colors were magnificent. If there was rain on the horizon, they were darker. On a bright day like today, the night came with a riot of unparalleled pastels.
    It was her favorite time of day. Peaceful. Especially when she had a few moments alone, as she did now.The dock was empty. The other boaters docked nearby were either on shore or in their cabins. The evening was hers.
    She strolled the length of rustic wood planks and, at the end, stretched and sat, dangling her feet as she appreciated the sky and tried not to think about the corpse she had seen.
    Or the husband she had so suddenly reacquired.
     
    “Who’s missing here?”
    David had just reentered the restaurant in time to hear Jeb Larson’s question.
    “Mr. Granger,” Zach called out helpfully.
    “Mr. Denham,” Jeb asked, spotting David. “Have you seen Mr. Granger?”
    “Sorry, I went out to make a call. He was at the table when I left.”
    Jay Galway came striding in at that moment, a bag bearing the name of a local shop in his hand. He arched an eyebrow at Jeb. “Got a problem?”
    “Just missing a diver,” Jeb said, never losing his easy tone. “Mr. Granger.”
    Jay seemed startled as he looked around. “He was here twenty minutes ago,” he said. “David?”
    “Don’t know. I was on the phone.”
    “He said something about going out for a smoke,” Hank Adamson called. He was standing at the end of the bar. David was certain he hadn’t been there a minute ago.
    He looked around. John Seymore seemed to be among the missing, as well, but just then he came striding in from around back.
    “Excuse me, Mr. Seymore,” Jeb called. “Have you seen Mr. Granger?”
    “Nope,” John Seymore said.
    “Leave it to Granger.”
    The words were a bare whisper of aggravation, but David was close