Should I go out there and get her?

What with Lexi being so unexpectedly forthcoming, he didn’t want to look insensitive. He remembered his ex-wife when she was pregnant. Hormones out of control, like an angry hippo. You could tick a pregnant woman off just by breathing. I need that confession.

Fifteen minutes. This is getting ridiculous. Maybe I should bring her a glass of water or something? Yeah. That’s a good idea. Act like I’m concerned for her health.

Three minutes later, Lieutenant Carey walked outside with a paper cup full of water. When the duty sergeant heard his boss’s scream, he thought he was having a heart attack. He rushed outside.

“Don’t just stand there!” Lieutenant Carey was apoplectic. “Put a call out to all units. The suspect has absconded. I want roadblocks. I want guys at the airport, the docks. I want helicopters.”

“Yes, sir.”

“And get me Sanchez and Shaw.”

“Yes, sir. Should I call anyone else, sir?”

“Like who?”

“I don’t know, sir. I thought maybe…the FBI?”

Lieutenant John Carey closed his eyes and watched his retirement condo on Kaanapali Beach crumble into dust. He glared at his sergeant.

“No. This stays within the department. Understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

“She must still be on the island.”

I’m gonna find that conniving little bitch if it’s the last thing I do.

The flight attendant smiled at Gabe.

“I’ll show you to your seat, sir. Right this way. My name’s Catherine.”

“Thanks, Catherine.” He followed her to the front of the plane. Max had woken up a few minutes earlier and was now gurgling contentedly in his arms. The flight attendant thought: How cute to see such a hands-on dad. Most fathers would give the baby to the nanny for the whole flight and open a newspaper.

“Congratulations by the way, sir.”

Gabe looked blank.

“It was today, wasn’t it?”

“Oh! Yes. Thank you.” The wedding. It felt like a lifetime ago already.

“Mrs. McGregor’s not flying with us today?”

“No.” He didn’t elaborate. The flight attendant hoped she hadn’t inadvertently put her foot in it.

“Well, anyway. I hope you’ll both be very happy.”

Gabe didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

So do I, Catherine. So do I.

It was so dark Lexi could barely see her hand in front of her face. She heard the lapping of the waves. Holding her brother’s hand tightly, she inched along the dirt track toward the water.

“Danny!” Robbie hissed through the blackness. “You there?”

“Right here.”

Illuminated by a handheld gas lamp, a familiar face jumped out of the gloom. “Hey, Lex. Long time.”

“Oh my God. Danny French?” Lexi hugged him. “I don’t believe it.”

Lexi had known Daniel French since she was a little girl. They used to play together during summer vacations at Dark Harbor. Once, when Lexi was thirteen, they’d even kissed under the nets of his dad’s trawler. She hadn’t seen him in decades.

“Robbie told you?”

“He told me you were in trouble. That’s good enough for me. Hop aboard.”

Taking Lexi’s arm, Danny walked her to the rotting jetty at the end of the track and helped her onto a small fishing boat. There was a makeshift hiding place beneath some nets and tarpaulin. It reeked of fish. Lexi couldn’t have been more grateful if Danny had been showing her to her suite at the Ritz.

“Thank you.” Her voice was choked with emotion. She’d never done anything for Danny French to deserve this kind of loyalty. Danny should have been at my wedding, not a bunch of stupid senators. When will I learn?

“You’re welcome. I figured if anyone can work her way out of a jam, it’s Lexi. When this is all over and you’re stinking rich again, you can pay off my mortgage. Deal?”

Lexi grinned. “Deal.”

Danny started the boat’s engine.

Robbie Templeton watched from the shore until the darkness swallowed his sister completely. He had no idea when, or if, he would see her again.

THIRTY-TWO

“CAN I GET YOU ANYTHING ELSE BEFORE WE LAND, madam? A hot towel perhaps? Something to drink?”

Greta Sorensen shook her head. She gestured toward the tiny pink bundle strapped to her chest. “I don’t want to disturb her.”

“She’s been good as gold, hasn’t she?” The flight attendant smiled. “I don’t think we’ve ever had an infant as quiet as that.”

“She likes her sleep. Takes after her father.”

Across the aisle, a pile of blankets heaved rhythmically up and down. The only sign that there was a human being underneath them was the tuft of white hair sticking out of the top.

“Bless him,” said the flight attendant.

Lieutenant Carey was on the phone.

“What do you have for me?”

“They’re booked into the honeymoon suite at the Amanyara. Turks and Caicos.”

Detective Antonio Sanchez spoke quickly.

“Flights?”

“They were both booked on the nine-fifteen P.M. flight to Providenciales. But Gabe McGregor changed the reservation this afternoon, right after we came up to the house. He canceled his wife’s reservation and had new tickets issued for the nanny and the little girl. He kept his own seat.”

“He went on the honeymoon on his own? With his wife in the slammer?”

“Yes, sir. It would appear that way. He should be in the air right now.”

“Hmm.” Lieutenant Carey thought for a moment. “Anything else?”

“Yes, sir.” A note of excitement crept into Detective Sanchez’s voice. “Right after he changed the first reservation, he booked a third ticket. Also to Providenciales, on a private charter. That plane is due to leave Bangor at midnight tonight with twelve passengers.”

Lieutenant Carey’s heart skipped a beat.

“What name did he book it under?”

“That’s the best part. The passenger name is Wilson. Jennifer Wilson.”

Lieutenant Carey closed his eyes. The name rang a bell, but he couldn’t quite place it…Finally, it came to him.

Of course! Jennifer Wilson. President of Cedar International. Chairman of DH Holdings. Lexi Templeton’s trading alias.

Had Lexi honestly believed it would be that easy? That she could use a false name and join her husband on their honeymoon, as if nothing had happened? Perhaps she’d gotten away with so much for so long she believed she was untouchable. Well, not this time, sweetheart. I’ve got your number.

Lieutenant Carey hung up and looked at his watch.

He had to get to the airport.

The blond woman with the oversize sunglasses handed her passport to security.

“Would you please remove your sunglasses, ma’am. I need to see your face.”

She did as she was asked. For a few tense moments, the man in the booth looked at her in silence. Then he smiled.

“Have a good flight, Ms. Wilson. Enjoy Turks and Caicos.”

“Thank you. I will.”

Gabe stared out of the plane window. The carpet of clouds below him looked soft and welcoming. Peaceful.

He thought about Lexi. Where was she right now? He hated not knowing. Gabe had played his part. But had Lexi played hers? Was she safe? Even if she was-even if, by some miracle, her plan had worked-what then? He wondered what the future would hold for them? What kind of life would it be for little Max, growing up as the daughter of a criminal on the run?

Make that two criminals. I’m up to my neck in this now. Too late to turn back.

Gabe thought about Eve Blackwell. How her hatred and bitterness had destroyed so many lives. Would his be one of them? Would his daughter’s?

He heard his father’s voice ringing in his ears, that familiar Scottish brogue: The Blackwells ruined this family. Thieves, the lot of them, nothing but stinking thieves!

“Are you all right, sir? Can I get you anything?”