“Most definitely.” Juji held out her hand while Patterson counted the cash. “I typically close after cruise ships leave for the day so I was gettin’ ready to head home. I will contact the other shop owners immediately, to see if anyone sold a burner phone.”
Patterson removed his business card from his shirt pocket. He flipped it over and jotted his personal cell phone number on the back. “Do you think you’ll have an answer today?”
“If not this evening, first thing tomorrow morning,” Juji promised.
Cat tapped her phone. “You have my number, Juji.”
“I do. If I can’t reach Mr. Patterson, I will call you.”
Patterson shook the store owner’s hand. “You’ll be doing us a huge favor.”
“That ‘tis what friends are for. You will hear from me soon.” Juji escorted them out and locked the door behind them.
The group climbed into the golf cart and backtracked toward the ship.
“Well?” Millie prompted. “What are our chances of getting a match?”
“Fifty-fifty,” Oscar said.
“I say we have a seventy-five percent chance,” Patterson said.
“Not me.” Millie glimpsed her beloved Siren of the Seas off in the distance, reliving the terrifying moments, wondering if a bomb would go off, injuring or even killing people she loved, and it made her mad. “I would say more like ninety-nine percent. I think whoever called in the bomb is on the ship right now.”
As soon as they were back on board, Millie called Gloria to check on Lucy.
“We’re upstairs in the suite, waiting on her hand and foot,” her cousin joked. “And wondering about the bomb threat. The ship is still in port. Is there something we should know?”
“Nic is waiting for clearance from local authorities and Majestic Cruise Lines.”
“Do they have any idea who was behind it?”
“No, but I have my suspicions.”
“Jeremy the troublemaker,” Gloria guessed. “He was the first person who came to mind.”
“I have some time to kill before my next hosting event. If you don’t mind, I would like to stop by.”
“We’re here.”
“On my way.”
Gloria must’ve been keeping an eye out for Millie because as soon as she stepped in front of the door, her cousin opened it. “We took a vote on which of us thought the spoiled rescued passenger is behind the incidents.”
“And?”
“We’re all in agreement except Liz,” Gloria said. “She seems to think it’s the yacht captain, not Jeremy.”
“Suspect the least suspicious,” Liz said. “He flies under the radar. Plus, the drug thing. You don’t know for sure Jeremyplanned to go to Nassau to score drugs. Maybe it was Tohan, trying to shift the blame on the boy.”
“He’s not a boy. He’s a grown man with a bad attitude.” Millie reminded them of what happened in Bimini, when Jeremy acted like he was going to toss Scout overboard.
“True. I forgot about that. Anyone who pretends they’re going to hurt an innocent little dog is a monster in my book,” she insisted. “It’s him.”
“Destroying ship property, stealing, and now calling in a bomb threat,” Lucy said. “I would be concerned about what stunt he might pull next.”
Millie told them about the 649 number, driving to Cockburn Town and hiring Juji to find out if the phone had been sold that day. “My gut tells me it was purchased today for the sole purpose of calling the cruise line.”
“Because…” Dot prompted. “I mean, what’s his motive?”
