Sail Away. Lisa Jackson

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      Squirming, unable to wrench away, she stomped on his foot in frustration. The heel of her shoe snapped with the force. “Let go!”

      Kent let out a yowl and backed up a step. “What the hell’s gotten into you?” he cried, reaching down to rub the top of his shoe, as if he could massage his wounded foot. Wincing, he turned furious eyes on her. “I thought we could work things out, you know? I thought tonight would be the perfect time. Did you see me with your father and Senator Mann? The man knew my name! God, what a rush! And I come back to share it with you—the woman I love—and what do I get?”

      “Maybe you’re getting what you deserve,” Adam drawled, coming up behind Kent.

      A wave of heat washed up Marnie’s neck. Oh, Lord! How much of their argument had he overheard?

      Kent straightened, resting his foot gingerly on the floor as he eyed Adam. Adam was slightly taller, with harsher features, his hair a little longer, his whole demeanor laid-back and secure. Kent, on the other hand, looked military spit-and-polished, his tuxedo crisp, his hair clipped, his spine ramrod-stiff.

      “I thought you were leaving,” Kent said, glowering at Adam.

      “Not yet.”

      Kent straightened his tie and smoothed his hair. “Does Victor know you’re here?”

      Adam lifted a shoulder nonchalantly, but his features were set in stone. “I hope so.”

      Instinctively, Marnie stepped closer to Adam, and Kent shot her an irritated glance, his eyes slitting. “Just what is it you want, Drake?” he demanded, stuffing his hands into the back pockets of his pants and angling his face upward to meet Adam’s hard glare. “Why don’t you just leave?”

      “Not until I ask Victor if he knows who Gerald Henderson is?”

      “Henderson?” Kent repeated, his expression so bland it had to be false. “Didn’t he work for us?”

      “In accounting,” Adam clarified.

      “I remember him,” Marnie interjected, refusing to be left out of the conversation. “He left because he had health problems—asthma, I think. He had to leave the damp Northwest. And he got a better job with a hotel in San Diego.”

      “Still lives in Seattle,” Adam replied. “Spends a lot of time fishing. If I’m not wrong, I think he’s drawing some sort of disability or retirement.”

      Marnie glanced from one stern face to the other. “Didn’t the job in California work out?”

      “Who cares?” Kent replied. “Henderson’s history.”

      “Maybe,” Adam said, and the undercurrents in his voice jarred her. She was missing something in this conversation, something important.

      Kent swallowed. “I don’t think Victor would be interested,” he said, but his voice lacked conviction.

      “Not even if Gerald had an idea about the missing funds?”

      “What?” Marnie demanded, shocked.

      “It’s nothing,” Kent snapped. “Henderson couldn’t possibly know—”

      “Adam Drake?” Judith Marx, a reporter for the Seattle Observer who had obviously seen some of the hubbub, walked briskly into the banquet room. “I’m surprised to see you here,” she said, her eyes taking in the scene in one quick glance.

      The understatement of the year, Marnie thought.

      “I wouldn’t have missed this for the world,” Adam drawled.

      “Can I quote you?” she asked.

      “No!” Kent cut in, his face flushed, a vein throbbing near his temple. “Mr. Drake is an uninvited guest, and if you print that I’ll march over to the Observer and talk to John Forrester myself!”

      “Mr. Forrester would never suppress news,” the woman replied smartly.

      Kent whirled on Adam, his voice low. “Whatever it is you want, Drake, it can wait until later.”

      By now, more than a few guests had drifted into the room. Kent was beginning to squirm. Whispers began to float around them, like tiny wisps of fog that lingered for a second, then drifted by.

      “Mr. Drake?” Judith Marx obviously smelled a story. She wasn’t about to give up. “I thought you vowed vengeance against this company.”

      “What I said was that I’d prove my innocence.”

      From the corner of his eye, Adam saw Kent motioning with a finger to a beefy security guard in the doorway.

      “Wasn’t that all taken care of?” Judith asked Adam, and he turned his attention back to the reporter. “You weren’t even indicted.” She reached into her bag for her pocket recorder. Kent glanced across the room, nodding to the two guards making their way inside.

      Adam was ready for the two sets of hands that collared him and firmly guided him through a back door connecting the banquet room to the kitchen. He didn’t struggle. There was no point. Obviously Victor hadn’t seen him, or had decided to leave his dirty work to Kent. Either way, Adam wasn’t finished. Not by a long shot. But his next move would be more subtle. Hauling him through the service entrance, the security guards deposited him roughly on the wet asphalt near a delivery truck.

      One of the two guards, a big bear of a man with sandy hair and a flat face, muttered under his breath. “Still gettin’ yourself into trouble, ain’t’cha?” Sam Dillinger had worked with Adam for years before the scandal.

      “Looks that way, Sam.” Adam brushed himself off as he stood. He managed a grim smile.

      “I’m sorry, Mr. Drake. You know, I never believed you were involved in any of that thievin’.”

      “Thanks, Sam.”

      The other guard, a thickset man with short salt-and-pepper hair, snorted. He fingered the pistol strapped to his belt. “Don’t show up here again,” he warned. “Just haul your butt out of here and don’t come back!”

      “Be sure to tell Mr. Simms he hasn’t seen the last of me,” Adam said to Jim before sketching a wave to Sam. “See ya around, Sam.”

      “You bet, Mr. Drake. Good luck to you.”

      But Adam wasn’t counting on luck as he left the two guards arguing about his guilt. He ducked his head against the rain that slanted from the pitch-black sky.

      The dock was slick, the wind raw and cold as he strode purposefully back to his boat. Now that he’d come face-to-face with Kent Simms again, he realized that nothing had changed. And since he didn’t have any proof other than Gerald Henderson’s side of the story, he couldn’t very well make accusations that could end up as slander. But from his reaction tonight, Adam was sure Simms knew more than he was telling. Adam had suspected Kent might be involved in the embezzling, of course, but he’d suspected a lot of people within the СКАЧАТЬ