Mayan Murder by Martha Brack Martin

Author:Martha Brack Martin
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781459819597
Publisher: Orca Book Publishers
Published: 2018-06-30T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

It turned out I didn’t have to stay at the resort alone. When we got back, there was a message for me from Antonio. Someone had chartered the marina’s big yacht for a trip up the coast, but they were short a crewman. If I was willing to wear the uniform, Antonio had permission for me to fill in. Why not? A day on the water, and a chance to see the southern coastline from a new perspective. I couldn’t wait.

Early the next morning, Kat, Alex and Mike headed out. I enjoyed sleeping in and having the suite to myself. I called Dad. He made me FaceTime him so he could see the suite.

I met Antonio at twelve thirty and changed into the resort shirt. Then he showed me around the yacht. We were taking four people up the coast to Akumal and back. Antonio’s boss would captain, and we would crew. Antonio would double as bartender.

He got me going on prep. I was in the galley, cutting up limes, when I heard voices. Our guests had arrived.

Antonio gave them a tour of the yacht as I cast off. I joined the captain on the bridge when I was done. I couldnʼt see the men but knew they were outside.

The captain started the motor. I am a true marina kid, and I felt myself relax at the sound. I asked the captain if he needed me to do anything else. He shook his head.

Antonio joined us on the bridge. He spoke to the captain in Spanish. Then he handed me a map.

“I told him to point out what you are seeing. His English is okay. But the map should help.” He went back down.

The captain turned out to be a great tour guide. The coast was beautiful. We passed one resort after another. They were all amazing. Between the resorts were villas. Marinas. White-sand beaches. Endless coves and palm trees. And everywhere I looked, boats of all sizes danced on the water.

We were nearing Akumal when the intercom buzzed. “Tom, can you bring me four more cervezas from the galley and some extra limes?” Antonio asked.

I found the beers in the galley fridge. I put them on a tray with the limes and balanced it while I opened the glass door to the deck. I handed Antonio the tray and turned.

This was the first chance Iʼd had to see our guests—and one looked really familiar. It was Red Shirt, the guy from the airport!

My radar was going off like crazy. What were the chances of us running into each other again here?

He recognized me too. He pulled me aside while Antonio refreshed the drinks.

“I’ve seen you before,” Red Shirt said softly. “And I’d love to know what you’re doing on this boat.” He stared at me intently.

“I’m helping out a friend,” I said. “And I think the captain needs me.”

I raced back up to the bridge. We were now on our way back to the resort. I couldn’t focus. My brain was numb.

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