Jackson didn't get the chance to reply. At that moment, Leo returned, leaping across the gangplank with an armful of grilled fish."Dinner!" he declared, then stopped when he saw the two of them."That's all right," she said. "I'm not sure I'm hungry. I think I might go lie down for a little while."Jackson reached for her. "Goose - ""Stop calling me that!" she said, slipping out of his grip. Her tone must have gotten through to him, because he didn't try to follow her as she darted back across the boat and went down below.Her eyes burned, and she hated herself for it. What did she expect, tagging along on this expedition? That by hopping on a plane and flying across the world she'd suddenly be an adventurer?Her eyes fell to the small table next to the ship's kitchenette. Roth had left out the atlas, along with the notebooks she'd assumed were Rinaldi's journals. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she stepped forward and picked up one of the leather-bound volumes and flipped t
Jackson went cold.His first instinct was to drop down on top of Charlie, to protect her as much as he could. It took him a full minute to realize the gun hadn't gone off in the room with them. But it had been close - which meant the danger was still very real.He leaped up and tugged up his pants. Charlie tried to get up, too, but he shook his head. "Stay down here. Lock the door. Don't open it for anyone but me."Heavy footsteps sounded above them - then a curse and a shout.Fuck. He stumbled over to the cabinet over the kitchenette, yanking open the door and shoving aside the cans of food. In the back of the cabinet was a hidden compartment where they stored a number of small handguns. He hadn't been wearing one. That was fucking careless. He threw a glance at the stairs, but no one was coming down. Vincent's journals and atlas were still on the table."Leo?" he called.There was no answer.He ran up the stairs. Leo was on his knees on the deck, gripping his arm. Dark blood o
Jackson woke to the sun coming in through the window.His head pounded, and he moaned as he rolled away from the light. He was normally up before dawn, but for some reason, he was still exhausted this morning.His arm hit something soft. Something that murmured and shifted beside him.Immediately, his eyes flew open. He sprang up in bed.It was morning. He'd fallen asleep next to Charlie, drifted off with his arms around her when he should have been out tracking down the rat who shot Leo.He leaped up off the mattress. The motion woke Charlie, whose eyes fluttered open."What's going on?" she asked groggily when she saw him reaching for his gun on the nightstand."I fell asleep," he said. "I fucking fell asleep. The bastard's probably long gone by now." But it didn't matter. If the fucker was anywhere on the island, he'd find him.Behind him, a soft sound escaped Charlie's lips. It was so quiet, he doubted she even realized she'd made it, but when he turned around, he found her
Charlotte was finally on the adventure she'd dreamed of.The coordinates led to a point about four miles away from the city of Hvar, on a section of the island they'd quickly realized was undeveloped - though they learned after a quick stop at the Tourist Information Center by the wharf that there were a number of foot trails along that section of coast. To save time, they rented a motorized scooter to take them as far as the roads would go.She asked to ride behind him on the scooter. She told him it was because she'd never ridden one before - which was true - but the truth was that she just wanted to be close to him. Their conversation in bed had left a knot in her stomach the size of a watermelon. She didn't know what would ultimately happen between them, but in the meantime, she wanted to be as close to him as possible."You ready?" he asked over his shoulder as she settled onto the seat behind him.She slid her arms around his waist and pressed herself against his back. He see
When he saw Charlie go over the cliff, Jackson's vision went red.He'd come upon them just in time to see the bastard try to grab Charlie's leg. Just in time to see her stumble and fall. And in that second, his entire world had exploded.In no time at all, he was on top of the bastard. Beating him. Trying to tear his head off.But this man was bigger than his companion - who currently lay unconscious back on the trail. This man met Jackson punch for punch. Kick for kick. For every strike Jackson landed, he received one in return. And all the while in his head he kept seeing Charlie go over the cliff. Charlie, who was only here because of him. Charlie, who had somehow become his entire world.Charlie...His opponent got him in the ribs, knocking the breath right from his chest. He didn't have time to recover, and the next swing swept him onto his back.He hooked his leg around the larger man's knee and pulled him down to the ground. He had to finish this guy. Had to get over the c
Charlotte understood now.It wasn't that she hadn't understood before, but now it felt like the whole world had opened up in front of her. She felt wild. She'd never experienced a rush like this before.She and Jackson were on the ferry back to Split to meet up with the rest of the Set. They'd had no choice but to leave their unconscious opponents among the olive trees, but Jackson had phoned in an anonymous tip about the location to the local police force. It would buy them some time, at least. Meanwhile, the necklace and Vincent's accompanying set of riddles were stowed safely in her bag, and though she longed to pull them out and study them, she knew she shouldn't. Not here, anyway. So she stood next to Jackson at the ferry's rail and looked out over the water. The sun beat down on her skin and spray splashed up in her face, and though part of her wanted to stand here in this beauty forever, another part of her couldn't keep still.She couldn't stop touching Jackson, either. And
BOOK TWO: HUNTING HIS JEWELIt was chilly for September. Even for Chicago.He shoved his hands into his pockets, bracing himself against the crisp wind that blew in off the lake. A couple of blocks away, someone was leaning on their car horn. The street he was on was quiet, though. Asleep. The only sounds were the rustle of dead leaves blowing across the sidewalk and the tread of his boots against the cement.He was breathing too fast. If he wanted to pull this off, he couldn't look anxious. He clenched and unclenched his hands in his pockets, trying to redirect his nervous energy. The gun he had tucked in the back waistband of his jeans felt rough against his clammy skin. He didn't like carrying a gun. But it would be stupid to face Niko without one. It was stupid to face Niko at all, but at least this time he'd be prepared. This time...Leonardo Moretti woke with a start, reaching instinctively for the gun he always kept in the back of his pants.It wasn't there.With a growl,
Grand Turk, Turks and Caicos IslandsThis was a terrible idea.Ruby Whitlock walked down the cruise ship's gangplank, trying to psych herself up for the third day of her honeymoon from hell. Her first glimpse of the island of Grand Turk looked promising - or at least exactly like the pictures in the brochure - but even the turquoise water, white sand, and cloudless blue sky couldn't stop her from plotting Jamie's murder as she followed a crowd of shuffling octogenarians toward the huge "Welcome to Grand Turk" sign at the end of the cruise pier. To the left of the pier, the beach was already crowded with people, most taking shelter in lounge chairs under big green umbrellas.She'd been working on her murder plan for four days now, ever since her cruise ship had left Fort Lauderdale. First, she'd lure Jamie back to her apartment, promising him the chance to "explain himself" that he'd been begging for since the day she found out about his dirty little secret. She'd been racking her br