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hands.”
    “We’ll talk about it,” Marshall assured her.
    By then the motors were purring, they had cast off their ropes and weighed anchor, and were moving away.
    “Think Genevieve might be right? Should we move back?” Lizzie asked.
    He shrugged, though privately he admitted that they should retrace the area. There had
    been too much excitement yesterday—too much time spent looking for a woman’s body
    are not enough for signs of a wreck.
    “We’ll see,” he said. “I’ll talk to Marshall about it tonight.”
    He was startled when his cell phone started to ring. “Excuse me, guys,” he told them.
    When he moved forward and answered, he shook his head when he recognized
    Sheridan’s voice. “Yep, that will be fine.” He hung up and swore. The preliminaries had
    been done. But now…well, hell. It wasn’t his nickel. If Sheridan wanted to come down
    and talk again, so be it. “Meeting at the tiki bar tomorrow morning—seven-thirty sharp!”
    he called to the others.
    Thor felt suddenly irritated. He didn’t know why exactly, but Sheridan bugged him. The
    man had even hinted that perhaps Thor should find another diver for his team. He didn’t
    like bringing in someone he didn’t know well. Maybe he’d have to hire someone else, he
    decided. They were looking for needles in a really giant haystack, and he wanted to do
    more of the actual diving himself. Well, tomorrow, at least, he would have an extra body
    around, if needed, with Sheridan there. That would work, for now, although he wasn’t
    sure how long he wanted Sheridan on his boat. Maybe it would all work out without
    bringing in untested strangers.

    The day had yielded nothing, but Genevieve still felt on top of the world.
    She had slept with every light in the bungalow on, dreading the darkness. But she had
    drifted off at some point and actually slept reasonably well.
    She had tried to appear completely calm, competent and rational throughout the morning,
    even allowing the others to joke at her expense. She simply wasn’t going to live this
    down for a while. And yet, despite her apparent calm, she had been terrified all morning,
    praying silently not to have any visions this time, not to see a dead woman telling her to
    beware.
    All day, she had stayed closer to Victor than usual, all the while trying not to let him
    know what she was doing. But if she saw something, she was determined he was going to
    see it, too.
    There had been no finds. But there had been no corpses in the water, either. That made
    the day a great success, as far as she was concerned.
    By five she had washed down her own equipment, helped with the boat, showered and
    changed. She wasn’t fond of hanging around by herself, so she hurried out to the tiki bar.
    She was the first arrival from either of the crews. Clint saw her, and brought over a Miller Lite. “You do want a beer, right?”
    “I do. Thank you.”
    He grinned. “It’s the only appropriate libation for kick-ass women.”
    “Bethany likes piña coladas,” she reminded him.
    “Well…some chicks can get away with it,” he assured her. “Ah, the big guy himself.”
    Genevieve thought he had to mean Zach—she hadn’t met many people in her life quite as
    tall as Zach. But then she turned and realized Clint wasn’t referring to Zach. He was
    talking about the man she had personally dubbed asshole.
    To her displeasure, he headed right for her. Then again, the only other guests enjoying the
    thatched shade of the tiki bar right now were an elderly couple who had told her earlier
    they hailed from Ohio. A nice couple, but not exactly people any of them knew.
    Not that he exactly knew her, Genevieve thought as he approached.
    He didn’t ask if he could join her, just nodded—eyes shaded behind dark glasses again—
    and slid into one of the chairs. By the time he was seated, Clint had returned with a beer.
    “One of these days, do you think I can head out with you guys?” Clint asked him.
    Thor