Wanted Read Online Free PDF Page A

room bureau,” Travers told her their second day out.
“She’s about your size. I don’t think she’d mind if one of her favorite reality
stars wore her clothes.”
    He grinned.
Tierney thanked him and entered the guest room to look for something fresh. She
found a pink polka dot bikini and some nice but preppy shorts. A few shirts and
sundresses, too; nothing fancy, but then she wasn’t out to impress anybody. She
slipped on the bikini and a pair of pink shorts, ran up to the deck.
    A boat came
sloshing up beside Travers’ yacht. Two men ventured towards them.
    “Careful, girl.
Go below. I’ll do the talking.” Travers whispered then he turned to the men.
“What can I do for you, gentlemen?”
    Tierney watched
from a porthole as the men stepped aboard. Both seemed to be shadowing their
faces on purpose with caps and lowered heads.
    “Do you have a
Miss Evans on your boat?”
    “No, I don’t.
My daughter and I are out here to have a bit of fun … fishing, you know. Great
weather for it!”
    “Tell her to
come up,” the other man ordered.
    Tierney peered
hard at the men – she gasped as she realized it was the same two who had
interviewed her the day before. But they weren’t wearing suits, and they hadn’t
flashed any FBI badges! Travers was in danger. She knew it. But what could she
do about it?
    She searched
the hull for weapons, found a small automatic in a drawer. It wasn’t loaded.
She removed some cartridges from a case, began to clumsily load the gun.
    “I’m no Annie
Oakley,” she thought, her hands shaking, “but Istvan did show me how to use one
of these things.”
    She hurried
back to the porthole, in time to see the two men assaulting Travers in tandem,
and him fighting back like a pudgy wildcat. Tierney ran up top and pointed the
gun at the men.
    “Back off,
jerks! And leave him alone!”
    They stopped
fighting, reared back to look at her. One laughed.
    “Put that down,
Miss Evans. We’re not playing games here.”
    “I’m not
playing either. Let him be!”
    They studied
the set of her jaw, nodded to each other and stepped back. Travers came to her,
took the gun.
    “Nice work.” He
pointed the gun at the men. “I suggest you two get on your own boat and head
off. And no more trouble.”
    “Right,” one
huffed. They eased over onto their boat. Both began to smile as they cleared
out.
    “Why are they …
oh, God, do you hear that ticking?”
    Tierney ran to
the side of the boat. The creeps had placed a bomb on the side and it was
ticking down to zero.
    “Not again!
Travers, hit the water, quick!”
    They both
jumped for the blue, splashed in just as the bomb went boom, splitting the
yacht into kindling.
    “Are you all
right?” Travers yelled as he and Tierney were bombarded by debris.
    “No, my leg, it
hurts, bad. What’ll we do? We’re stuck out here in the middle of nowhere! And
if my leg is bleeding, the damned sharks will be on us in minutes!”
    “Don’t panic,
girl. We can make that island.” He pointed his gaze towards a dark gray, barren
mound sticking out of the sea. “If you can’t use your leg, hold on to my neck!
I’ll get you there!”
    She nodded,
clung to his thick freckled neck as he bounced towards the island. It was
uninhabited, by humans, anyway. But there were sea lions lounging in the
afternoon sun, and elephant seals honking at each other as they cooled
themselves on the wet shore. A moray eel passed by the swimmers; Tierney
squealed.
    “It won’t hurt
you, unless you get too close! Scoot up a bit, I’m losing you.”
    She readjusted
her grip, tried to relax as he kept going. Her leg stung like fire, the salt
water invading her wound. She wanted to be strong for Travers’ sake. He wasn’t
young, and the effort of dragging her to shore was undoing him. He breathed
hard, and fast – Tierney feared he might have a stroke.
    “Let me off. I
can swim in.”
    “You’re sure?”
    “Yes.”
    He slid her
off; she began to swim, holding all the bad