Protector, Lover...Husband?: In the Dark / Sure Bet / Deadly Exposure

He was still a short distance away from her, and a few guests had just come in and were heading in their direction.

“I need to talk to you. Alone.” She glanced meaningfully at Len.

“I hide nothing from Len.”

Alex glanced at Len and wondered if there was more going on between the two men than she knew. Not that she cared, or had time to worry about it now.

“There’s a body on the beach,” she said very softly.

“A body,” echoed Laurie, who was standing behind her.

He stared at her as if she had lost her mind. “This is Florida, honey. There are a lot of bodies on the beach.”

Alex groaned inwardly. “A dead body, Jay.”

“A dead body?” Len exclaimed loudly.

They all stared at him. “Sorry,” he said quickly.

Jay gave his full attention to her at last, staring at her hard, his eyes narrowing. His focus never left her face, but he warned Len, “Shut up. I mean it. That reporter is around somewhere. All we need is him getting his nose into this.”

Alex stared back at him, aghast. “Someone is dead, Jay. It’s not a matter of worrying about publicity. Will you call the sheriff’s office—please?”

“Right. Len, call the county boys and ask them to send someone out. Someone from homicide.”

“Homicide?” Laurie murmured. “Maybe she just…drowned.”

“It still needs to be investigated,” Alex said, still staring at Jay. His behavior puzzled her. They had no idea who the dead woman might be, where she had come from, or even if there was a murderer loose in paradise, and he seemed so blasé.

Finally he said, “Show me.”

“Let’s go.”

Len started to follow, but Jay spun on him. “You’re on duty. And you,” Jay warned Alex, “make it look as if we’re taking a casual stroll.”

“Jay, honestly, sometimes—”

“Alex, want to cause a panic?” Jay demanded.

“Sure. Fine. We’re taking a casual stroll.”

They left the lobby, Alex leading, Jay behind her, Laurie following quickly. They took the path through the flowers, passed the Tiki Hut—which seemed unusually quiet for the time of day—and around the lagoon area.

“Alex, slow down. We’re taking a stroll, remember?” Jay said.

She looked back, still moving quickly. “Jay, we’re in shorts and you’re in an Armani suit, about to get sand in your polished black shoes. How casually can we stroll?”

He let out a sound of irritation but argued the point no further.

They reached the pristine sand beach. The temperature was dropping, the sweet breeze still blowing in.

Alex came to a halt. Jay nearly crashed into her back. As if they were a vaudeville act, Laurie collided with him.

“What the hell?” Jay demanded.

“It’s gone,” Alex breathed.

“What’s gone?” Jay demanded.

“The body.”

Laurie was staring toward the thatch of seaweed where the corpse had lain. She, too, seemed incredulous. “It—it is gone,” she murmured.

Without turning, Alex could feel the way that Jay was looking at her. Like an icy blast against the balmy summer breeze, she could feel his eyes boring into her back.

She didn’t turn but ran down the length of the beach, searching the sand and the water, looking for any hint as to where the body had been moved.

“What, Alex?” Jay shouted. “You saw a corpse, but it rolled down the beach to catch the sun better?”

She stopped then, whirling around.

“It’s moved,” she said, walking back to where Jay stood.

“Your corpse got up and walked?”

She exhaled impatiently. “Jay, it was here.”

“Really, Jay, it was,” Laurie said, coming to her defense.

They all turned at the sound of a motor. A sheriff’s department launch was heading their way. Nigel Thompson, the sheriff himself, had come.

Usually Alex liked Nigel Thompson. He looked just the way she figured an old-time Southern sheriff should look. He was somewhere between fifty and sixty years old; his eyes were pale blue, his hair snow-white. He was tall and heavy, a big man. His appearance was customarily reassuring.

He tended to be a skeptic.

A skeptic when rowdy, underage kids told their stories. A skeptic when adults who should have known better lied about the amount they had been drinking before a boating accident. He was never impolite, never skirted the law, but he was tough, and folks around here knew it.

He cut the motor but drew his launch right up to the beach. Hopping from the craft, he demanded, “Where’s this body?”

Jay looked from Nigel to Alex.

“Well?” he asked her.

She lifted her chin, grinding down hard on her teeth. She looked at Nigel. “It was right here,” she said pointing.

He looked from the sand and seaweed to her. “It was there?”

“I swear to you, it was right there.”