Free Red Rock Island (Damian Green Book 1) by Alec Peche Page B

he?”
     
    “He might, but I’ll hold onto his collar until you disappear from sight. Stop by again sometime. I’m often home at this time of the day, but not always.”
     
    With a wave he was on the jet ski and soon heading back to his island. What a mysterious man, she thought. She was sure he was testing her with his explanation of his work; but she rather thought it fit with the story she had created about him. A story was all she had as she still didn’t know his full name or even much about his life. Miguel liked him, but then the dog liked anyone who dropped toys for him in the water and since Damian had devised a new play strategy, Miguel was in love. Oh well, it was a nice break to her day and he’d probably show up again some time. He was such a unique person.
     
    Damian was thinking of Ariana as he bounced on the waves across the bay. She was a nice person, respectful of his privacy, had a great dog, was smart and knew something about technology. Looking around her exterior, he had engineering ideas for her and the dog. Since the dog loved water so much, he planned to design her a dog wash. He could envision it working just like a car wash, but he’d have to figure out a quiet blower system so as not to scare the dog. His mind designed one that would use filtered bay water, with soap that wouldn’t harm it and the blowers would run on energy stored from the wind in her area. Yes, he’d build a cool dog wash.
     
    He pulled up to his island and hit the remote and waited while his dock slid out. Soon he was inside his home, writing notes on his dog wash idea. He checked his security systems and noted a few boats in his area as well as a helicopter with one of the local news stations on it. No one had tried to breach his home while he was gone. Changing out of his wet clothes he was soon seated in front of his computer scanning the results.
     
    “Crap.”
     

Chapter Fifteen
     
     
    Damian had set three programs running before he left with the third program translating the gang’s code back into English so he could immediately read through a string of emails. It was clear that there was a move afoot to kill Natalie. He saw reference to the fact her name was ‘in the hat’ meaning there was a contract kill announced within the gang for her. He was tempted to call her immediately and discuss his findings, but he wanted the whole picture about what this group was up to. He shook his head at the irony that he’d go to jail for hacking into their email system even though the gang was using it to plan murders; what a strange world!
     
    He spent about twenty minutes reading through all the email. They had plans to end Natalie’s life, but they also knew about Trevor and Eddie which sent a chill through Damian. It was worse still when he read an exchange about Trevor putting one of the Brotherhood in prison. There was also mention of himself, but they hadn’t been able to locate him yet. Natalie and her family needed protection but it wasn’t like she could share the email trail with the police. If need be, he could relocate her entire family to his island but somehow he guessed that wouldn’t be a solution.
     
    Dammit, he was an engineer; he should be able to think of a more creative solution. He leaned back and thought for a while. He made a list then called Mike to see if he was available to ferry him off the island in an hour or so. He packed his supplies and made sure his cats had food as he thought he’d be gone overnight. As soon as he got into his truck that he left at the marina, he called Natalie on his car phone.
     
    “Hey Natalie, I’m on my way to your house. Where are you now?”
     
    “What? Why are you coming to my house? Not that you aren’t welcome, but you’ve been there twice in seven years. What’s going on?”
     
    “I wrote a program to search for the language of the AB and then it would hack the email and translate the message into English. I read an entire trail this