dangerous by half for anything as impotent as laws to bother them. They had to be punished in other, more straightforward ways.
He walked down the street, trickles of sweat winding down his shoulders and broad back. He opted to take a stroll on the beach, to attempt to catch an ocean breeze before he headed back to the little oven that was his room.
He trudged across the sand, oblivious to the other beachcombers, but his antennae were still on high alert.
Or so he thought.
“Mecho?”
He turned but he already knew who the speaker was.
Chrissy Murdoch stood there, sandals in hand. She had on a white sundress and the wind whipped it around her long legs.
Mecho simply stood there, neither advancing nor retreating.
She walked toward him, looked up at him.
“Why are you here?” he asked.
“I was just walking on the beach and saw you.”
“Mr. Lampert has a private beach nicer than this one.”
“I suppose he does. I’m surprised you know that, though.”
“Enjoy your walk.”
He turned to walk back to the Sierra. Every warning bell he possessed was clanging so hard he felt almost deafened.
“Mecho?”
He stopped but did not turn back around.
He felt her hand on his arm.
Still he didn’t look at her.
“I understand that you were asking about the whereabouts of my bedroom,” she said.
This question was not the one he had been expecting.
She stood in front of him.
“Was there a reason for your inquiry?” she asked. “Beyond the obvious one?”
“What is the obvious one?”
She smiled disarmingly. “Sex, of course.”
He did not smile back. He had no reason to smile. She was playing an odd sort of game with him. But of course it wasn’t a game at all. It was never a game when people died.
“I doubt that the guards would let me into the main house.”
“Well, we’re not at the main house right now, are we? Where are you staying?”
He turned and trudged off down the sand.
She followed, her feet making springy steps over the sand.
He stopped so abruptly that she almost bumped into him. He turned, looked down at her.
“So what is the non-obvious reason?” he asked.
She didn’t seem surprised by the question. “Since it’s not obvious, I’m not really sure.” “You treat everything so casually?” he asked. “Your English is much better in town.”
“I learn quickly.”
“About my bedroom?”
“Who told you I was making inquiries?”
“I like being on the top floor. It gives one some interesting perspectives.”
“On what?”
“Lots of things.”
“Why are you at Lampert’s?”
“I’m staying with Mr. Winthrop.”
“The man who doesn’t care if another man screws you?”
“There are lots of men like that, Mecho.”
“I am not like that.”
“No, I would imagine you wouldn’t be.” She slipped her sandals back on. “The sand is so hot even at this hour. So where are you staying?” “Why do you want to know?”
“I like to know things.”
He turned and walked off.
“I can find out, you know. On my own.”
He stopped and turned back as she drew closer.
“What do you want?” he asked.
“Maybe the same thing you want.”
“How would you know what I want?” “Perhaps you’re not as subtle as you think you are.”
Mecho stared right through her.
“The thing is, Mecho, I’m not sure we can both get what we want. Only one of us can.”
“Only one of us can,” he repeated.
He turned and walked off. This time she did not follow and he did not look back.
Mecho was thinking only one thing.
CHAPTER 68
“Jane, what the hell are you doing here?”
Griffin Mason stared back at Ryon as she stood on the front stoop of his cottage near Choctawhatchee Bay. He was dressed in a robe and his hair was disheveled.
“Actually, it’s a threesome,” said Puller as he appeared on the right of Ryon while Carson appeared on the left of the woman.
Mason paled as he looked at the pair.
Puller said, “We need to come in and talk.”
He glanced nervously over his shoulder. “This isn’t a good time.”
Before he could look back he was being propelled into the house by a hard shove from Puller. His robe flew open, revealing his naked body.
“I didn’t say it was a request,” said Puller as he stood over Mason, who had ended up on his back on the floor.
“Where are they?” Puller demanded.
“Where is who?” yelled Mason.
Puller grabbed him by the shoulders and jerked him to his feet. “The kids,” he barked. “Where are they?”
“What kids?”
“Diego and Mateo.”
Carson glanced sharply at him.
Puller eyed her. “It occurred to me on the way over. This jerk-off can afford a thousand bucks to buy a kid.”
They all heard a noise from the next room. Puller raced to the door and threw it open.
Mason shouted, “Damn it, you can’t go in there.”
“The hell I can’t,” said Puller.
He froze in the doorway as the others joined him.
They all stared into the room.
A bedroom.
