Chapter 16: Part 2
Samuel turned his boat towards Delanie's island, glad to have the wind at his back. He was a few hours behind her, a few knots slower and he didn't know what had possessed her to return. Damn, why did she have to go all noble on them?
The police could have been trusted to do their job. That's all she had to do. Just go home, forget what happened out here and stay out of trouble, but she couldn't. The bastard who attacked her must have set something off inside her mind. She was determined to end this jerks reign of terror.
The disheartened crunch of his heart made him want to punish someone. But what the hell was he supposed to do? He'd been wracked with guilt when he found out she'd taken off to help save the day. The guy stalking her could be anywhere. On the island, back in the US, on a plane to Australia, Sam didn't know. And for that matter neither did Bill or Delanie.
They were flying blind as far as the bastard was concerned and there wasn't anything any of them could do about it. He'd chosen Amanda to die and then he'd picked Delanie. The police thought he might have killed another girl who was missing, but they had no clue. They were doing the best they could with trying to keep up with problems associated with the hurricane and the normal riff-raff they dealt with.
The wind held steady all evening long. He kept at it way into the night, long after a sane person would have quit and weighted anchor. Finally, after he'd almost got hung up on a reef he stopped the mad chase and hunkered down for the night. Delanie couldn't have made it to the island yet. At least he hoped she wouldn't have made it there.
God, what the hell would happen to her if her attacker was already at the island? She'd be dead by morning. After the seas calmed a bit and the moon came out Sam decided to weigh anchor and risk the coral and sandbars. He would just have to get a little deeper and pray that nothing dumb happened.
By the time the sun rose he was absolutely exhausted. He checked his maps and calculated that he'd be on the island in four hours. A lot could happen in those four hours. Damn the bastard and damn Delanie for thinking she could take on the jerk on her own.
Copyright Sara Thacker 2011
The police could have been trusted to do their job. That's all she had to do. Just go home, forget what happened out here and stay out of trouble, but she couldn't. The bastard who attacked her must have set something off inside her mind. She was determined to end this jerks reign of terror.
The disheartened crunch of his heart made him want to punish someone. But what the hell was he supposed to do? He'd been wracked with guilt when he found out she'd taken off to help save the day. The guy stalking her could be anywhere. On the island, back in the US, on a plane to Australia, Sam didn't know. And for that matter neither did Bill or Delanie.
They were flying blind as far as the bastard was concerned and there wasn't anything any of them could do about it. He'd chosen Amanda to die and then he'd picked Delanie. The police thought he might have killed another girl who was missing, but they had no clue. They were doing the best they could with trying to keep up with problems associated with the hurricane and the normal riff-raff they dealt with.
The wind held steady all evening long. He kept at it way into the night, long after a sane person would have quit and weighted anchor. Finally, after he'd almost got hung up on a reef he stopped the mad chase and hunkered down for the night. Delanie couldn't have made it to the island yet. At least he hoped she wouldn't have made it there.
God, what the hell would happen to her if her attacker was already at the island? She'd be dead by morning. After the seas calmed a bit and the moon came out Sam decided to weigh anchor and risk the coral and sandbars. He would just have to get a little deeper and pray that nothing dumb happened.
By the time the sun rose he was absolutely exhausted. He checked his maps and calculated that he'd be on the island in four hours. A lot could happen in those four hours. Damn the bastard and damn Delanie for thinking she could take on the jerk on her own.
Copyright Sara Thacker 2011
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Red Skhye In Morning
Introducing Red Skhye in Morning. Delanie Skhye is desperate for paparazzi free time. Samuel Taylor is on break from work. He finds Delanie alone on a private island, but something is wrong. A killer
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