Haunted Destiny. Heather Graham

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      Walter Bean was very red and sweating profusely. He shook his head. “I don’t know. He said to stop here. I stopped. He got out of the car. I don’t know if he...if he was a killer. I believed he would kill me. He was frantic. He said a killer was after me, and then he said he’d kill me if I didn’t drive, didn’t get him to the port. Oh, God, oh, God...”

      The man clutched his chest.

      “Heart attack!” Jude warned.

      They patted his shirt for aspirin; Jude found the bottle, and Jackson got a pill in the man’s mouth. Other agents ran up.

      “Get him an ambulance!” Crow yelled, gesturing to a cop in uniform who rushed forward to help.

      “Let’s move,” Jude said. He could hear sirens already. Walter Bean would now receive the medical care he needed.

      Once again, he and Crow were running.

      Jackson flashed his badge as they moved through the passenger terminal. They were asking questions at a checkpoint when Jude found himself studying a man who had boarded the ship. He’d just crossed the air bridge, and Jude could see him through the window.

      No one there had seen a man who fit the description of the man they were chasing.

      But Jude did.

      He couldn’t see him clearly; there were too many people boarding at the same time.

      He turned to Jackson Crow. “He’s on the ship. It makes perfect sense. Every city where the Archangel has killed has been a port city—a port where cruise ships depart and return. Some crew members are on for nine months or more at a stint. Some hire on for two, four or six months, especially if they’re entertainers or celebrity hosts, that sort of thing. Crow, it’s what we’ve been trying to figure out! How and why the murders happen and then stop. He’s either an employee or a passenger on a ship, and I have strong feelings it’s that ship.”

      “Why do you think it’s that ship?” Jackson asked.

      “I think I just saw him. Or at least, I saw the man we were chasing.”

      “You’re not certain?”

      “No. Not 100 percent certain.”

      “McCoy, we don’t even know if he’s the killer! He could be some gawker jerk who’s guilty of some minor crime—and afraid of all the law enforcement. He could also be late for a sailing.”

      “If he was just late for a sailing, he would’ve had to go through the line. But he’s here on the ship. And no one runs like that because of a parking ticket. He’s guilty of something major—probably these murders—and I believe he’s on that ship.”

      Jackson Crow stared at him a moment longer; Jude didn’t blame him. They’d met less than three hours ago. Crow had Native American in his heritage, and although Jude wasn’t in any way enamored of stereotyping, Crow had the “stoic” attributed to Native Americans down pat. Jude couldn’t begin to tell what he was thinking.

      “Gut feeling,” Jude told him, determined to be honest and equally determined to be convincing. “I have one hell of a gut feeling.”

      Jackson Crow brought out his credentials and started a rapid-fire discussion with a Celtic American security guard. Within seconds another man came down; some senior person with the cruise line.

      When they’d finished speaking, Jude and Jackson were each handed a boarding pass.

      “Ever been to Cozumel?” Jackson asked drily.

      “Spring break, a thousand years ago.”

      Jackson shrugged. “Then you should remember it well enough. Anyway, let’s hope to hell we’re off by then—with him in cuffs. Because if we’re not...”

      “He’ll kill again,” Jude said quietly. He looked up at the behemoth they were about to board.

      The Destiny.

      She wasn’t one of the largest ships sailing the seas by far. She was, Jude knew—thanks to the publicity at her most recent relaunch—the pride of the Celtic American line, owned by an Irish American who had come to the States as a college student and gone on to become a billionaire. The ship was old, commissioned in the late 1930s by an English lord who was hoping to give the Queen Mary a run for her money. The timing, for obvious reasons, had been bad. She wound up serving as a hospital ship during World War II, her cruising days curtailed by the devastation facing the world. Following the war, she’d gone through numerous hands until she’d been purchased and completely refurbished by Celtic American. The company specialized in historic ships, making that history part of their charm.

      No, she wasn’t one of the largest. She still carried about seven hundred crew members.

      And over 2,400 passengers.

      She was, in essence, a small city.

      Jude looked at Crow, then studied the ship again.

      “What?” Crow asked.

      “He might be feeling the heat’s on him now. And that means he just might kill again before we reach our next port.”

      * * *

      “I really think you should be playing more ballads.” Minnie Lawrence said, her painted red lips forming a pretty pout. “This is, after all, a piano bar.”

      Minnie had draped herself on one of the velvet lounge chairs near the piano. She was beautifully clad in a slinky blue gown with a matching headband around her short blond hair. She managed to smile while maintaining her pout, behaving as the 1930s idol she’d once been. But she was truly sweet and very charming. Alexi could understand why she’d been so beloved in her day.

      “I believe she means old ballads,” Blake Dalton said, coming behind Minnie to lean rakishly against the chair as they both stared at Alexi Cromwell with their most beguiling smiles. “Well, what you’d call old ballads, at any rate!”

      Blake definitely had some Valentino mystery-charisma, as well.

      “I do my best,” Alexi assured the two, sorting through the book she kept for the passengers who wanted to sing. She looked up at them and sighed. “Honestly. I do. But this is the twenty-first century. And I play our passengers’ requests. That’s my job.”

      “I’m a passenger, and I’m requesting!” Minnie said.

      But you’re a dead passenger! Alexi wanted to say.

      She refrained.

      “I do a smashing version of ‘Somewhere Over the Rainbow,’” Minnie said. “And it was in The Wizard of Oz. Surely, everyone knows that.”

      “Or ‘In the Mood’!” Blake said. “Minnie sings that very well indeed.”

      “You do way too much of that new fellow, that Billy Joel man,” Minnie said. “I just can’t fix on a key with him.”

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