Tied to the Stern by Mark Stone

Author:Mark Stone [Stone, Mark]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sunday Dinner Press
Published: 2019-05-06T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 21

Oceana was brimming with people as I walked in arm in arm with a woman who I had no doubt would kill me if she knew who I really was. The obvious money on display inside these walls was truly awe-inspiring. Though I had no reason to believe any of the men and women, dressed well in suits and beautiful dresses, had gotten their money from the same sort of ill=advised and illegal behavior as Terry, her coworkers, and her mysterious employers, I also couldn’t help but sit with the knowledge that a restaurant who would treat a woman like Terry with such reverence and respect probably knew exactly what kind of business she was in.

It made me wonder about the dark haired man from Eve’s Facebook post. What kind of person was he? Was he in the same sort of business as Terry and the Archer? Did he work for the Archer?

...maybe he was the Archer.

Or maybe he was just a well to do man, a business executive here to close a deal. But, if that was the case, how did he know Eve Jensen, and why would she-a woman from the dead center of the country- feel comfortable enough with a man on an island to take a picture and post it publicly.

“Is this alright?” The hostess, shaking a little, asked as she motioned to our table.

“It’s fine. Leave,” Terry said.

For her part, the hostess nodded firmly and left quickly as I moved over and pulled Terry’s chair out for her.

“No, no,” she said, twitching her finger back and forth at me in a negative fashion. “I don’t like to face the wall, Albert.”

I grimaced. She might not have liked it, but she was going to have to deal with ut. The dark haired man from Eve’s Facebook post was on the other side of the restaurant, and if I was going to keep an eye on him, I couldn’t allow myself to face the wall. Of course, that wasn’t the only issue at hand. She called me Albert, which was as curious as it was incorrect. The ‘Al’ in Al Davidson didn’t stand for Albert. If she knew as much, it meant she might be testing me to see if I was-in fact- who I claimed to be. It meant she might have been suspicious of me too. If so, then I had little doubt this was the worst kept secret in the history of the FBI. Of course, she might have also just wanted to be coy. Either was completely possible.

“It’s Alan,” I answered, using ‘Al Davidson’s actual given name. “No one’s called me that since third grade, though.”

“Perhaps they should,” Terry said. “Maybe it would change your luck.”

“And here I thought you were going to do that,” I replied. “That is why you followed me here, isn’t it?”

“Followed?” Terry asked, a smile spreading across her face. “Are you insinuating that you don’t believe our meeting here tonight was mere coincidence?”

“I don’t believe in coincidences,” I shot back.

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