Her Lieutenant Protector. Lara Lacombe
wonder if Daddy can buy you out of this mess,” he said softly to himself, smiling as he imagined the fate in store for these two. They’d dock in Jacksonville in the morning, and it wouldn’t take long for the police to come aboard and take them into custody. Given the amount of drugs on display here, Jeff and his friend were looking at some very serious charges.
“I hope the high was worth it.” Wesley gave the room a final glance. Despite the mess, he saw no signs of any kind of body. But they had said it was in the wall...
With a sigh, he turned his attention to the walls. Everything looked fine as far as he could tell—nothing was out of place. Perhaps they had mistaken a shadow in the room for a body? He checked the bathroom with no results. Finally, he opened the door to the closet.
He saw the hole first, a foot-sized punch through the drywall about twelve inches above the floor. One of the guys had probably kicked the wall for God only knew what reason. Was this the source of the problem?
Wesley crouched down to peer inside the dark hollow and caught a glimpse of something shiny inside. Holding his phone up for light, he discovered he was looking at some kind of thick plastic. Remnants from the construction of the ship, maybe?
He leaned closer to get a better look and realized the plastic was wrapped around something that looked an awful lot like... But it couldn’t be...
Realization hit him like a slap to the face, and he jerked back, his stomach churning. The plastic was wrapped around a human foot.
He sat on the floor for a moment, his mind racing. This certainly complicated things, to say the least. If word got out that there was a body in the wall of this room, the response would be immediate. The police and possibly the FBI would swarm the ship, turning her inside out in their search for evidence.
And he knew they’d find more than what they bargained for.
He couldn’t let that happen. His mission was clear: he was to ensure that the Abigail Adams did not deviate from her planned itinerary. It was imperative that she arrive in New York Harbor in time for the Fourth of July celebrations. After all, she had a starring role in the show, and it was his job to make sure she did not disappoint.
He felt a small pang at the thought of destroying such a beautiful ship, but he dismissed it quickly. The Abigail had a greater purpose to serve, and if he was successful, the Organization would reward him handsomely for his efforts. It would all be worth it in the end.
But for now, he had to deal with this unexpected wrinkle.
Gritting his teeth, he gingerly stuck his hand inside the hole and pushed against the plastic. The foot underneath was firm and unyielding, and he nearly threw up as he felt it through the artificial shroud. Whoever this was, the person had been in here awhile.
Moving carefully, Wesley maneuvered the macabre bundle so that it was no longer easily visible to anyone looking through the hole. Then he stood, wiping his hands on his slacks and eyeing his handiwork critically. It would do for now, but he was going to have to patch things up soon, before housekeeping caught sight of the problem. The last thing he needed was someone else making this gruesome discovery.
First things first, though. He pulled his walkie-talkie from his belt and called up Everest.
“Go ahead.”
“I’m in the guest room. No sign of anything unusual.”
“That’s what I figured,” Everest said with a sigh. “Thanks for checking.”
“No problem. Over and out.”
Wesley carefully shut the closet door, then turned and walked through the room. He paused by the desk, the open suitcases gaping up at him. With a shrug, he reached down and plucked a wad of bills free from a tangle of clothes and slipped it into his pocket. Jeff would have no need of money where he was going, and it would be a shame for it to wind up in a police evidence locker.
With that, Wesley stepped into the hall and set off for the maintenance supply room. He’d rig up a patch for the wall, and that would be the end of it. No one, especially not any member of the Organization, need ever know how close two spoiled addicts had come to wrecking everything.
The night passed without incident. The sedatives kept Jeff and his friend quiet, and they slept off their high in the relative comfort of the sick bay. The two men woke, groggy and hungry, but no worse for wear.
Until the police showed up.
Everest nodded a greeting to Mallory as he led the officers into her clinic. “Dr. Watkins, these gentlemen are from Jacksonville PD. They’re here to escort our guests off the ship.”
She smiled at the uniformed men, but before she could say anything, Jeff started shouting.
“I’m not going with them! You can’t make me leave!”
The noise stirred his friend into action, and soon the two men were hollering their displeasure at a volume that made Mallory’s ears ache.
Everest tried to talk over the men, but they merely shouted louder. The two policemen exchanged a look and started forward, but Mallory held up a hand to stall them.
“That’s enough,” she said, glaring at Jeff. When he continued to yell, she raised her own voice. “I said, that’s enough!”
Jeff and his friend stared at her, apparently shocked into silence by the temper in her voice. “Calm down, both of you. I won’t tolerate this kind of behavior in my sick bay.”
“But Doc, you can’t let them take us! We didn’t do anything!”
She aimed a level stare at the men, and Jeff squirmed a bit under her regard. “You confessed to using ketamine last night. And when a security officer entered your room to investigate your claims of seeing a body in the walls, he found pills scattered around the room.”
“You can’t search our stuff without a warrant!”
“You gave the man probable cause,” she shot back. She cast a quick look at Everest to verify she was correct, and he nodded subtly. Warmth shone from his eyes and a small smile played at the corners of his mouth as he watched her. He’s enjoying this. The realization made her feel a little self-conscious, but she shook off the sensation and returned her focus to the job at hand.
“C’mon, we were just having a little fun,” Jeff whined. “There’s no need to involve the cops.”
Everest stepped forward. “You’ve both proved to be a danger to yourselves and possibly the other passengers on board. Your cruise ends here. If I were you, I’d go with these officers quietly. Wouldn’t want to add resisting arrest to your list of problems.”
The two policemen stepped forward, one walking to Jeff’s side and the other to his friend. Their voices were low but clear as they arrested the men and recited their rights.
Everest drifted closer, coming to stand near her. Mallory felt herself leaning toward him, pulled as if by some invisible force. “Almost done,” he murmured, nodding at the scene unfolding before them. “Hopefully this is the most exciting thing we’ll have to deal with on this cruise.”
Mallory nodded in agreement. She always had mixed feelings about her job. She loved helping people and taking care of them, but at the same time, she hoped no one would need her services. Her patients were people on their honeymoon or on vacation, enjoying a trip they had planned and anticipated for months, if not longer. No one ever wanted to be sick, but to fall ill or get injured while on a cruise seemed to make things even worse somehow.
“It’s strange,” Everest said conversationally. “I love what I do, but I wake up every morning and wish for a boring day.”
Was the man a mind reader? Or were her thoughts that transparent? “I know exactly what you mean,” she said.