“Plenty of time to listen to the lovely couple argue.”
Chloe smiled and nodded. “Okay, well...”
“You were armed, right?” he asked her.
“Always. You know I carry one of our little plastic pieces at all times, just in case. And, of course, when I saw you open the door, you had already dug your weapon out, too, right?” she asked him.
“I did. Which makes me think...”
“What’s that?”
“Tomorrow, bathing suits, almost nothing on...”
“Wes! Of course, I’ll have a bag. We need towels and our wallets, right?”
He laughed. “Yeah, of course. What was I thinking?”
She grinned. “That you’re frustrated?” she teased.
He groaned softly. “Okay, then. Good night. With any luck, we can just go to sleep now.”
“With any luck. Good night.”
She disappeared behind the door again.
Wes picked his pillow and blanket back up and stretched out on the sofa. He still lay awake. Lying down, he smiled for a minute. Yeah, he was frustrated.
In many ways! But...
If Celia was guilty and she was planning something on this cruise...
Where and when did she intend to strike?
Seven
Naturally, they were up bright and early.
And, as seemed to be the norm when Chloe emerged from the bedroom, Wes was already up, dressed in swimming trunks and a short-sleeved cotton shirt, ready to hit the road.
“Five minutes!” she told him.
“No rush, we’re okay. Not quite seven. Time to grab a delicious breakfast before heading out for an hour and half on the bus,” he told her.
She laughed. “I think that the bus trip is bugging you more than anything,” she told him.
“Okay, I admit it—I don’t like buses. But hey! From what I’ve gathered, we’ll have four of our suspects with us, the McClintock brothers and Jeff and Celia Henderson. What a wonderful way to get to know them!” he said.
“There will be about thirty of us on that bus, you know,” she reminded him.
“In truth, it’s been interesting talking to others. Howard Markowitz and his wife are going to fly home from Jamaica,so it’s not just the powers that be who are so worried about what’s going on,” he reminded her.
“Well, we’ll just be a pair of social butterflies!” she said.
He smiled at that. “I know you’ll do great!” he told her.
“So will you. And I wonder sometimes if it’s a bad thing, as you thought, that we both responded on instinct and went after Edward Thompson... People do want to talk to us,” she said, grimacing.
“They do. So let’s go have fun on that bus!”
