The Island. Heather Graham

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      “She’s going to tell you about the skull,” Amber said.

      “Skull?” Ben had been fiddling with one of the tent poles. He went still, staring at Beth with a wary question in his eyes.

      “Kim stubbed her toe on something, and…I think it’s actually a skull,” Beth said.

      “Did you…pick it up?” Ben asked.

      “No, I thought you and I should go take a look. And then, if it’s what I think, radio the authorities. I didn’t want to dig it up with the girls there,” Beth said. She bit her lip. “Except…I’m not so sure we should leave them alone on the beach.”

      Ben shook his head. “Beth, this island has been a boaters’ paradise forever.”

      “I know that.”

      “The naval base has been closed for decades—people who come here have boats and are…well, boat people.”

      “I know that, too.”

      “So…?” he said softly.

      She cleared her throat, glancing at the girls, who clearly weren’t about to leave.

      “Ben, damn it! Remember that couple…Ted and Molly Monoco?”

      “What about them?” Ben asked, frowning.

      “They were last seen here, on this island.”

      He sighed, shaking his head. “So what? They had a state-of-the-art yacht and intended to sail around the world, Beth.”

      “They disappeared. I heard it on the news several months ago,” she responded stubbornly.

      Ben let out a deep sigh. “Beth, a friend called in, worried about them, that’s all. They might be anywhere. The news loves to turn anything into a tragedy.” He caught Amber’s eyes and grimaced. “Maybe your aunt does need to meet a tall dark hunk, huh?”

      “Ben!”

      “He was blondish!” Amber said, laughing.

      “Okay, girls, you stay here and set stuff up, and Aunt Beth and I will go check out that skull.”

      “I don’t think we should leave them alone,” Beth said.

      “She’s afraid of the guy we met,” Amber explained.

      “I’m not afraid of him,” Beth protested.

      “It’s all right,” Ben said. “I just saw Hank and Amanda Mason, and her dad and a cousin, I think. They’re just down the beach. Girls, scream like hell if anyone comes near you, all right?”

      Amanda Mason. Great. Normally, the concept of Amanda—who could be totally obnoxious—being around on the weekend would have bugged Beth to no end. At the moment, though, she was glad that the Masons were there on the beach.

      Within screaming distance.

      “You bet,” Kimberly said.

      “Unless it’s a really hot guy with a beer,” Amber said.

      That brought her father spinning around.

      “Just kidding!” Amber said. “Dad, I’m joking. Aunt Beth? Tell him.”

      “She’s just teasing you, Ben. Give it a break,” Beth told him.

      He rolled his eyes, starting off ahead of her. “Why does she do that to me?” he demanded.

      “Because you tend to be completely paranoid, and you’re on her tail like a bloodhound most of the time,” Beth told him, following him through the brush, pushing palm fronds out of her way.

      “Right, and you’re not being just a little bit paranoid?”

      “Ben, I honestly think we found a skull. I’m worried with reason. If you make Amber crazy enough, then you’ll have reason to worry, too.”

      “You wait ’til you have kids,” he warned her, stopping and turning back to her. “She’s everything I’ve got,” he said softly.

      Beth nodded. “So let go a little bit.”

      “She’s only fourteen.”

      “Just a little bit. Then she’ll come back to you and tell you all the wild stuff going on with her friends. You’ve got to let her live a little.”

      He nodded, serious then.

      They reached the clearing. It was empty.

      “Okay, I don’t see any guy.”

      “I hardly thought he would just stand around waiting,” Beth said.

      “All right, then. Where’s the skull?”

      “Right here…I pushed a palm frond over it.”

      She walked over to where they had been. Tentatively, she moved away the fallen debris.

      There was nothing there. Nothing at all. It didn’t even look as if the earth had been disturbed. “I…” She looked at her brother. He was staring at her with skepticism. “Damn it, Ben, the girls saw it, too!”

      “So where is it?”

      “I don’t know!” She stared around the clearing. There was plenty of debris about; area storms could be fierce, blowing hard against fragile palms and pines.

      But though she kicked up every inch of the clearing, dragging away every palm frond and branch she could see, there was no sign of anything that so much as resembled a skull.

      Then…

      “Aha!” she cried, and dug, only to dig up a conch shell.

      “There’s your skull,” Ben said.

      “No, this isn’t it. Ben, I’m telling you, I saw a skull. And I didn’t dig it up while the kids were here because it looked like there was still hair attached, even rotting flesh.”

      “Come on, Beth. You’re too into CSI and Autopsy onetwo-three-four-and-up-to-fifty-or-a-hundred-or-whateverit-is-now. I’m heading back to the campsite.”

      “Ben!”

      “What?” he demanded, turning back to stare at her.

      “I’m telling you, there was a skull. And then there was that guy—”

      “You know what, Beth? I’m a guy, a lawyer, and yes, I tend to be a little nervous because I know the kinds of people who are out there in the world. Hell, I have a gun, and I know how to use it. But think about it, Beth. You just saw the guy a few minutes ago. And what you thought was a skull had to be down to the bone.”

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