The Web
“Charm,” said Robin, “but to go like that . . .”
We were up in the sitting room of our suite. No sounds came through the wall bordering Jo Picker’s room.
“How’s Jo?” I said.
“Wiped out. She decided to call his family. I left her trying to get a phone connection. . . . I know it’s trite, but one moment you’re talking to someone, the next they’re gone.”
She put her head on my chest and I traced her jawline.
“How’re you doing?” I said.
“With what?”
“Vacation.”
She laughed. “Is that what it is? No, I’m fine.
Assuming we’ve used up all the bad vibes, nothing but sunshine and sweetness ahead.”
“Ben assures me we’ve exhausted the island’s supply of miscreants.”
I told her about Creedman’s snooping, his hitting on Jacqui and Claire Romero.
“I’m not surprised,” she said. “When we were sitting there he put his hand on my knee.”
“What!”
“It’s okay, honey, I handled it.”
“I didn’t see a thing!”
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