person who shot Tyler?”
“The police have made this case a priority. They’re going to
find the shooter.”
“What if they don’t?” she asked again.
“Dad and Uncle Martin have contacted a P.I. firm who employ
ex-military and law enforcement. They have their own methods of uncovering
details the police may overlook.”
Ana ran her fingers through her short hair. “What about
Serenity?”
Jason gave her a long stare. “It’s not going to implode because
you’re not there. I may not be familiar with all the legalese, but I do have an
MBA. I believe that qualifies me to know a little about running a business.”
Pinpoints of heat stung Ana’s cheeks. “I didn’t mean to imply
it would fall apart without me, Jason.”
He ruffled her hair as he’d done when she was a little girl.
“Everything is going to be all right.”
Ana sucked in a lungful of air, held it and then exhaled
slowly. “It’s not going to be all right until they catch the person who shot
Tyler.”
There was a light knock on the door and Jason and Ana turned to
find Diego Cole-Thomas standing in the open doorway. Folding his arms over his
chest, the head of ColeDiz International, Ltd. leaned against the frame. People
who saw photographs of Samuel Cole usually did a double-take whenever they
looked at Diego. He was his great-grandfather’s clone. Not only did he look like
the man who’d amassed a fortune growing tobacco, bananas and coffee, but his
approach to business was similar.
“Did you tell her?” Diego asked.
Ana pushed off the sofa and approached her cousin. “Why are you
talking about me as if I wasn’t here, Diego? And yes, Jason did tell me.” She
tilted her chin, staring up at Diego staring down at her. “Where exactly in the
Keys am I going and who’s going to babysit me?”
Diego flashed a rare smile, transforming his stoic expression.
“His name is Jacob Jones, he lives on Long Key and he’s not too pleased that he
has to babysit you, but he’s willing to do it as a
favor to me. As soon as you pack enough to last you a couple of weeks I’ll fly
down with you. Jacob will meet us at the Marathon airport.”
Ana’s stomach did a flip-flop. “You want me to leave now?”
“Yes. That’s what your folks want.”
She wanted to ask him if what she wanted figured into the
equation. Ana knew she definitely would’ve rejected anyone’s suggestion she go
into hiding if Jason hadn’t voiced his fear that her life was in danger. “What
time is liftoff?”
“Three.”
Ana took a quick glance at her watch. It was eleven-thirty. She
felt like crying, but refused to let her brother and cousin see her break down.
She knew her family wanted her safe as much as she wanted to live. At
thirty-three she had her whole life ahead of her. And like her sister Alexandra
she wanted to fall in love, marry and have children. She wanted what most normal
women wanted, but there was someone out there who’d decided they wanted her
dead.
“Do I have time to see Tyler before I leave?”
Diego nodded. “I’ll call the pilot and have him delay
takeoff.”
Ana knew they were flying down in the corporate jet, so she
didn’t have to concern herself with going through airport-security checkpoints.
“I guess I better go and pack.”
She walked past Diego and out of Jason’s apartment and into the
one that she’d occupied for years. The studio apartment rental and her condo had
wonderful ocean views but lacked adequate closet space, so she’d stored most of
her clothes in her parents’ house. When she entered her bedroom Ana saw her
mother sitting on a cushioned rocker. The strain of the past three days was
etched around Serena’s mouth.
Ana closed her eyes and when she reopened them she saw tears
making their way slowly down her mother’s face. “I don’t want to go.”
Serena stood up. “But you have to go, baby. And you have to
stay away until we settle this.”
She took a step, then another until she hugged her