Sidney Sheldon’s The Tides of Memory. Сидни Шелдон

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СКАЧАТЬ TONI GILLETTI, IT ALL HAPPENED in slow motion.

      She saw Charles swerve. Saw him miss the rowboat by inches. For a split second she felt relief, so powerful it made her nauseous. But then Billy Hamlin shot up out of the water like a tornado, directly in the tender’s path. Even if Charles had seen him, there was no way he could have stopped.

      The last thing Toni saw was the look of shock on Billy’s handsome face. Then the tender cut off her view.

      Someone on the beach screamed.

      Charles cut the engine and the tender sputtered to a halt.

      Billy Hamlin was gone.

       CHAPTER TWO

      CHARLES BRAEMAR MURPHY WAS IN SHOCK. Slumped on the bench at the back of the tender, shivering, he stared at the water. It was calm now, silvery and still like glass.

      The lifeguards splashed around, searching for Billy, taking turns plunging beneath the surface.

      Nothing.

      On the beach, people were crying. The boys in the rowboat had made it safely to shore, tearful after their own ordeal and confused by what was going on. In the shallows, the little Camp Williams boys from Toni’s group huddled together nervously, frightened by the adults’ panic.

      In a complete daze, Toni swam back to them. Someone must have called for help, because the coast-guard officers were arriving from all sides, along with tenders from the other yachts moored offshore.

      “Toni?” A shivering Graydon Hammond clung to Toni’s leg.

      “Not now, Graydon,” she murmured automatically, her eyes still fixed on the point in the water where she’d last seen Billy.

      He can’t be dead. He was there, just seconds ago. Please, God, please don’t let him be dead, just because he was playing the fool for me.

      “Toni?”

      She was about to comfort Graydon when she saw it. About fifty yards farther out to sea than the point where Toni had been looking, a dazed swimmer bobbed to the surface.

      “There!” she screamed at the lifeguards, waving her arms hysterically. “Over there!”

      She needn’t have bothered. As one, the rescue boats converged on Billy, scooping him out of the water. Watching from his speedboat, Charles Braemar Murphy finally broke down in sobs.

      It was over. The nightmare was over.

      LESS THAN A MINUTE LATER BILLY was on the beach, smiling through the pain as a paramedic bandaged his head wound. Several people came over to shake his hand and inform him (as if he needed telling) how lucky he was to be alive.

      “It was all for her, you know,” he told his admirers, nodding at Toni, who was striding over toward him, an Amazonian goddess in her tiny bikini, with her long wet hair trailing magnificently behind her. “My princess needed a pea. What could I do? Her wish was my command.”

      Toni, however, was not in romantic mood.

      “You goddamn fool!” she screamed at Billy. “You could have been killed! I thought you’d drowned.”

      “Would you have missed me?” Billy pouted.

      “Oh, grow up. What happened out there wasn’t funny, Billy. Poor Charles is in pieces. He thought he’d hit you. We all did.”

      “ ‘Poor’ Charles?” Now it was Billy’s turn to get angry. “That dickhead was piloting his boat like a maniac. Didn’t you see how close he came to crashing into those poor kids in the rowboat?”

      “They should never have been in the lanes,” said Toni. “And neither should you.”

      Graydon Hammond had followed Toni out of the water and was tugging at her leg again, making whimpering noises.

      “Graydon, please!” she snapped. “I’m talking to Billy.”

      “But it’s important!” Graydon howled.

      “Go ahead,” Billy said bitterly. “It’s clear you don’t give a damn about me. Go comfort Graydon. Or better yet, Charles. He’s the real victim here.”

      “For God’s sake, Billy, of course I give a damn. Do you think I’d be so angry if I didn’t care about you? I thought … I thought I’d lost you.”

      And to Toni Gilletti’s own surprise, she burst into tears.

      Billy Hamlin put his arms around her. “Hey,” he whispered gently. “Don’t cry. I’m sorry I scared you. Please don’t cry.”

      “Toniiiiiiiiiiiiii!” Graydon Hammond’s wails were getting louder. Reluctantly, Toni extricated herself from Billy’s embrace.

      “What is it Graydon, honey?” she said more gently. “What’s the matter?”

      The little boy looked up at her, his bottom lip quivering.

      “It’s Nicholas.”

      “Nicholas? Nicholas Handemeyer?”

      Graydon nodded.

      “What about him?”

      Graydon Hammond burst into tears.

      “He swam away. When you were watching Billy. He swam away and he never came back.”

       CHAPTER THREE

      IT WAS A QUARTER OF A mile back to Camp Williams from the beach, along a sandy path half overgrown with brambles. Toni’s legs were scratched raw as she ran, but she was oblivious to the pain and deaf to the plaintive cries of the children struggling to keep up.

      “My God. What happened to you? Forget your clothes?”

      Mary Lou Parker, pristine in her preppy uniform of khaki shorts, white-collared shirt, and docksiders, looked Toni up and down with distaste. That bikini was really too much, especially with kids around. Mary Lou couldn’t think what Charles Braemar Murphy saw in Toni Gilletti.

      “Have you seen Nicholas? Nicholas Handemeyer?” Toni gasped. Belatedly Mary Louise clocked her distress and the muted sobbing of the children huddled behind her. They looked like they’d been to war. “Did he come back here?”

      “No.”

      Toni let out a wail.

      “ I mean, I don’t know.” Mary Lou backtracked. “I haven’t seen him, but let me go ask the others.”

      One by one the other counselors and Camp Williams faculty emerged from their various cabins. No one had seen Nicholas Handemeyer. But Toni shouldn’t panic.

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