Heather Graham_Bone Island Trilogy_02 by Ghost Night

Author:Ghost Night
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Man-Woman Relationships, Paranormal, Fiction, Romance, Paranormal Romance Stories, Romantic Suspense Fiction, Murder, Investigation, Motion Picture Producers and Directors, Suspense, General, Bimini Islands (Bahamas)
ISBN: 9781410427649
Publisher: Mira
Published: 2010-08-01T05:00:00+00:00

“There’s something wrong with it,” Bartholomew said flatly, crossing his arms over his chest. “Can’t you tell? Both Katie and Vanessa reacted to it—and you should trust Katie’s very acute sixth sense!”

“Well, genius, you were around when it all happened. You tell me what’s wrong with the trunk!” Sean said. He was aggravated. What was the matter with all of them? It was the find of a lifetime. He wanted to be excited about it. In fact, he realized, he’d been so damned excited, they hadn’t filmed any of it, except when Vanessa had first found the damned thing.

“I was around at the time, yes. I didn’t run in the same circles as Dona Isabella. I knew that she was a beauty—I saw her in the streets. She was surrounded by servants. She had a grand house. Her husband never came from Spain, and she controlled all his properties here. Now, I did meet Mad Miller, and in my mind, he wasn’t so mad. And Kitty Cutlass…well, if she went crazy and killed a bunch of people, it was only because she was madly in love with Mad Miller. But this trunk…you found it away from the ship?”

“Not far from the debris field. It wasn’t on coral—or in the remains of the ship. But I don’t know what you think that means. Debris travels. It can spread out for miles—you know that.” Sean paused and looked toward the dock. David and Jay were there; they had called Jaden and Ted, and the couple was coming with their truck to bring the chest back to their place of business. They would study and analyze it and figure out how to open it with the most integrity toward the chest itself and whatever just might be inside. Ted also knew a great deal more about reporting finds to the state and the legal filing that needed to be done.

“I don’t like it, I don’t like it, I don’t like it,” Bartholomew said.

“What’s not to like about the possibility of a cache of historical coins?” Sean asked.

Bartholomew shook his head. “You don’t need to make a fortune. You’re a lucky man. You do what you love for a living, and you make a good living at it.”

“That from a pirate,” Sean moaned.

“Privateer,” Bartholomew said irritably.

“You’re right—I don’t need a hoard of riches. It’s not that, Bartholomew. I believe in learning about the past—I believe in museums. I believe in finding out the truth about what happened, and every little clue gives us something more on that end. What’s bothering you? What do you feel?”

“I’m a ghost. I don’t feel. Well, not really,” Bartholomew said.

“You’re certainly ready at all times to give an opinion.”

“Actually, I do have a…oh, all right, I have a feeling. But I don’t really understand it. Is it Pandora’s box?” Bartholomew asked softly. “I don’t think so. But it is something…that may change things. Does that make any sense?”

“It may change the way we look at the past,” Sean suggested.

Bartholomew shrugged.

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