Free Ghost Night by Heather Graham Page A

the boat, someone who might have already taken Travis. That person either killed Carlos first to take control of Georgia or had Carlos knocked out somewhere. Then did the grisly deed on the island and dumped Carlos in the Atlantic.”
    David leaned forward. “Okay, here’s the curious part—where was Travis? Had he been killed and his body hidden? And was it possible for someone to have killed him, hidden his body and managed to go after Carlos and Georgia in the boat, get back to the island without being seen, find the one body, stage the gruesome death scene, and then get rid of Carlos? And how, with the alarm that must have gone out, could they have gotten away with the boat? Everyone in the Bahamas, South Florida and all of the Caribbean would have been on the alert.”
    “Well, stealing the boat, gassing it up, changing it—that seems the easiest part of it,” Sean said.
    “I agree with you—where Travis was when the whole thing started would be a nice piece of the riddle.”
    “Dead,” Vanessa said softly.
    “Probably dead, but where? And how was he killed, and then not found until later?” Sean mused.
    “These are the questions everyone has asked time and time again, and they haven’t found the answers. But they aren’t people who know the legends, know the area—”
    “Snacks and beer!” Katie announced cheerfully from the hallway.
    She set nachos with steaming cheese and other ingredients on the coffee table and passed around the tray she carried with ice-cold beer bottles.
    Vanessa accepted a beer with a gaze that said both “Thanks” and “How could you have left me alone in here?”
    Katie smiled. “I know you all,” Katie said, sitting, “and there isn’t a better mystery out there!”
    “I have a lot of work to do now,” Liam said. “And it’s a bad time, a very bad time, at the station.”
    “Nothing has been decided,” Sean said.
    “We’ve all agreed to talk about it. We’ve talked about focusing on a number of mysteries and legends, but we haven’t decided what our focus is going to be,” David said. “It’s Sean’s decision. I am gung-ho on the idea of pooling our resources and working locally, but Sean’s been doing the budget, mapping and research, so it’s his decision.”
    “Yes, but if you’re thinking about the story, I ought to be on the trip,” Liam said. He looked at Vanessa. “It hasn’t occurred to you to be afraid? The killer or killers were never caught. They might still be out there,” he said.
    “Afraid?” she asked softly. “I still have nightmares. I see Georgia alive and screaming, and I see the heads and the arms sticking out of the sand. I remember being terrified of the dark for nearly a year. And then I got very angry, and I finally figured out that I’d probably have nightmares for the rest of my life if I didn’t do something to discover the truth. I think the killer is a coward—he worked in the dark, at night. I think there has to be a way to stand against him. That starts with finding him—and when he’s found, I don’t care if theygive him life or the death penalty, just so long as he can never do anything so horrible to anyone else, ever again.”
    She stood up. They were going to agree, or they weren’t.
    “I’ll let you all talk,” she said. “Katie knows where to find me. Thank you for your time.”
    Afraid? Yes, she’d been so afraid….
    Her only fear now was that they would say no.
     
    The Happy-Me sat off the coast of Bimini in shallow water. Jenny and Mark Houghton and their friends Gabby and Dale Johnson had planned on camping on the beach, but they had gotten lazy. They hadn’t tied up at the dock because they’d kept the boat in the shallow water, and talked so late that the sun had gone down.
    Both retired, the couples motored the short distance to Haunt Island several times a year.
    Gabby and Dale had gone to bed, Mark was still topside and Jenny was humming as she put away the last of the dishes.