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to his side. Taking his left hand between her own, she worked on the simple gold band until it slipped from his finger. She put it in the pocket of her silk robe. Next, she walked around to the other side of the bed and tried to open his fist, curious to see what he was holding on to for dear life. But she couldn’t force open his hand, Aron was strong.
    Standing by him for a few more seconds, she considered her actions.
    He was married.
    Someone, somewhere waited on him.
    Did she care?
    No.
    Moving hurriedly from the room, Martina went up on the top deck of the Isabella, staring out toward the shore where increased activity was obvious. Undoubtedly, Aron’s absence had been discovered. Without remorse or a second thought, Martina drew back her arm and tossed his wedding band as far into the waves as she could throw it.
    “Oh, there you are.”
    Despite her resolve, Martina jumped at the sound of her sister’s voice. “When did you return?”
    “Just now.” Alessandra leaned over the railing, staring down into the waves. “What’s going on?”
    “We picked up a passenger.” Sometimes a simple explanation is best.
    “Care to elaborate?” The younger girl leaned her chin on the top rail, wiggling her bottom in time to the music coming from the outside speakers.
    Martina smiled. “Christmas has come early this year. A present I’ve always wanted has fallen in my lap. Finders keepers, losers weepers.”
     
    ***
     
    Seven Mile Beach – Caymans
     
    “You need to go inside, Ms. McCoy. It’s getting dark.” A female deputy sat by Libby.
    She had been questioned over and over and despite their urgings, Libby had not left the beach. How could she? “I can’t,” she protested. “Aron will be back soon. He’ll look for me. I have to stay.”
    “When will your family arrive?”
    Libby had to pause. It was hard to think. “Tomorrow, soon as they can.” Calling Aron’s family had been so hard.
    “Fine. It’s not good for you to be alone.”
    “It’s my fault,” she whispered.
    “How?” the deputy asked, realizing this wasn’t a confession.
    “He didn’t want to go snorkeling. Aron doesn’t like the water.” She hugged herself tightly. “He did it for me.”
    “Don’t think that way.” They deputy patted her arm. She didn’t offer any false hopes, having seen incidents like this before. Each year they lost between six and twelve people in these waters due to drowning or diving accidents. “Nothing is your fault.”
    “I just can’t believe it.” Libby never took her eyes off the water. “He’s not dead.” A chill settled on her skin. “If he was dead, I’d know. I’d know.”
    ***
     
    Onboard the Isabella
     
    Within the hour, Dr. Carlos informed Martina that Aron was indeed badly injured. “He needs surgery.” With a somber expression, he looked at his employer. “Either we get the man help, or he will die. I am certain there’s internal bleeding in his brain and it may be swelling. You have to make some decisions. We either take him by boat back to the island to get him to a hospital or call for a helicopter to transport him elsewhere. There is no time for delay. Not if you want him to live.”
    Martina paced. She had a choice. Fate had played a hand in her life before, this was nothing new. Who was she to argue? Going to the bridge, she used the satellite phone to summon help. Conferring with the captain, she ordered the Isabella to pick up anchor and set sail. Their vessel was large enough that the helicopter could land on the top deck. “When the copter arrives, we will transport Aron to ABC Hospital in Mexico City.”
    The captain and the doctor went along with her wishes. Both had been with her family for years. However the captain was more outspoken. “Señorita, may I ask you a question?”
    Martina respected Ferdinand. “Yes you may.”
    “I have heard the reports. The authorities radioed and asked us if we’d seen anything and I said ‘no’. This man...” He