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she figured maybe the long week of swimming and relaxing might do the trick so she could finally put the injury behind her.
    Dar checked the global positioning system and the radio, then spent a moment with her eyes closed going over the safety equipment she had on board. She wasn’t paranoid, but this was the first time she was taking the boat across wide-open water and if anyone knew how much respect the sea was due, this sailor’s kid surely did.
    Satisfied with her preparations, Dar nodded. Okay. She climbed back down the ladder and dusted off her hands, then spotted motion near the cabin and walked to the side of the boat, peering around the pylon. A tall, husky man in a police uniform was walking toward her, and for a chilling moment she thought about Kerry heading out on the bike. Watching his face intently as the man came closer, she leapt ashore.
    “Help you with something?” she asked as he came to a halt.
    He had sandy hair and a moderately good-looking face. “Well, maybe.” He glanced at a small notepad. “Would you be a Ms.
    Roberts?”
    “Yes.” Dar heard her own voice come out clipped and no-nonsense.
    It didn’t seem to faze him. He nodded and tucked the notepad away. “Old Bill Vickerson told me I might find you here. Had a little dust-up by his place last night, didn’cha?”
    Dar relaxed, confident at least that whatever this was, it didn’t involve Kerry. “Something like that.” She didn’t see much point in Terrors of the High Seas 19
    denying it and wondered briefly if her temper had gotten her into something very inconveniently sticky this time. “What’s this all about, Officer…Brewer?”
    The police officer studied her. “Fella you whumped up on was my little brother.”
    Oh boy . Dar put years of boardroom practice into effect, and merely raised an eyebrow. “And?”
    For a minute, Officer Brewer chewed the toothpick he had in his mouth, then he chuckled. “You’re a cool one, aren’t you?” he commented. “City lady like you, here by yourself in the boonies, faced with a cop with a family reason to slap cuffs on ya.”
    Dar snorted, chuckling dryly.
    Now his eyebrows lifted. “No dice, huh?” He waited a moment, then chuckled as well. “Cool customer, that’s for sure.”
    Unexpectedly, he held out a hand. “Ms. Roberts, you done me a good deed, and I wanted to say thanks.”
    Knocked a little off balance, Dar nevertheless took the hand and returned the strong grip with one of her own. “I’m not really sure I understand,” she admitted, “but it beats handcuffs.”
    The police officer gave her a wry grin. “My brother’s a jackass,” he said straightforwardly. “D’you know what kind of a pain in my butt it is to have to arrest family? I done it six times now. Kid never learns.”
    “Ah.” Dar nodded slightly.
    “Bunch of his deadbeat friends went looking for trouble up near Big Pine last night, racing and shooting at each other. They ran their asses off the road and wrapped themselves ’round a tree,”
    the policeman said. “We took four body bags full of burnt parts to the morgue.”
    Dar winced.
    “Woulda been five,” Officer Brewer said. “But because my jackass brother was nursing a sore jaw and a lump on his nuts, his sorry ass lived to get me in yet more trouble.” The man sighed. “So, thanks, Ms. City Slicker Computer Big Shot. I owe you one.”
    It took a moment to sort out the various sentiments, but Dar eventually decided things had turned out well. “Don’t mention it.”
    A rumble caught their attention, and the policeman turned as a motorcycle and rider came right up the side path and practically onto the dock before it rolled to a halt and the rider jumped off.
    The cycle came to rest on its kickstand as Kerry pulled off her helmet and strode towards them, her boots sounding loud on the wooden planks.
    “Well now,” Officer Brewer studied the oncoming woman,
    “what do we got here? You travel with one of them radical,