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kitchen any time you choose.”
    “And your bed?”
    I grinned at him. “We’ll see about that.”
    Kane finished his custard and walked toward a hallway wall for a close look at an award I received last year.
    “FIRST PRIZE. GRAND SLAM. What’s that all about, Rafa. Never noticed it before. Didn’t know you played bridge.”
    “No bridge. That’s an award from Florida Keys Sportsmen, Inc. Thought I told you about winning it in their contest last summer. I caught a bonefish, a permit, and a tarpon all on the same day. I don’t usually display my fishing trophies, but that one’s special.”
    “Wow! I’m impressed. Really, I am. When I go fishing, I can cast a plug or a fly for hours without catching anything. Nada. Congratulations!”
    “Thanks, Kane. Glad you noticed the award.”
    Turning, Kane stepped closer to the balcony and peered at the ocean. “I can see three sailboats and a catamaran close by. No shrimp boats, of course, now that they’ve been eased out. And in the distance two freighters are taking their chances with the would-be hurricane.”
    “I love this suite, Kane. Even though it means putting up with Mother and Cherie’s company now and then, they don’t drop in unless I invite them. Good thing we have separate quarters.” I stood. “Care for something else to eat? A cookie? Some junk food?”
    “Another time, thanks.” Kane slipped back into his shoes, picked up his tea and finished it in one gulp. “Let’s get out of here, Rafa.”
    “You must feel as uneasy as I do.”
    “I can’t help thinking about Diego.”
    “Me, either.” I pulled my hand from his, rinsed our tea glasses and ramekins, set them in the dishwasher. “Ever since we left the hospital I’ve felt someone watching us, following us. Spying on us. It’s going to take a while for me to get over the shock of finding Diego—dead, of learning that the police consider me a person of interest—a suspect.” I walked around the room, closing the windows and the sliding balcony door.
    “Why are you doing that? Your suite will feel like a potter’s kiln when you get back.”
    “No matter. I’ll turn on the AC if I’m too warm. Even if I’m up high I dislike leaving the suite with the windows open. Last night I dashed away in a big hurry to check on the Bail Bond —didn’t take time to close them.” Now, after I’d secured the windows, I lowered the mini blinds across them, and then followed Kane to the door. As we started to leave, the phone rang.
    “Hello,” I used a clipped voice, hoping to tell the caller I was in a hurry.
    No response.
    “Rafa Blue speaking. Hello.”
    I stood holding a dead line. Irritated, I dropped the phone back into its cradle, followed Kane into the hallway, and flipped the dead bolt in place before we walked to the elevator.
    “Guess someone had the wrong number,” I said. I kept my voice light, unwilling for Kane to guess I considered the call something more sinister than a wrong number.
    “Where to?” Kane asked when we reached his truck. “Want to see if Threnody’s returned home?”
    “Later, please. Guess I’m unwilling to face people—and their questions, even Threnody’s. Let’s go somewhere outdoors, yet someplace where we’ll have privacy, some place where you can tell me what you’ve heard about Diego’s death. What’s the street talk? What’s the gossip?”
    “How about going to my boat? The Harbor Walk can be a private place—of sorts—once you reach the last catwalk at the end of the long row of catwalks. We can board The Buccaneer. We’ll be alone there—except for a few hundred tourists and a few dozen boat owners who dock their boats in those upscale slips. I miss the shrimp boats, Rafa. Still makes me downright mad the way the commissioners closed them out of their working waters.”
    “But you’ll have to admit the city has turned the area into a beautiful place. I’ll take you up on your suggestion. Let’s go there now. It’ll be good