Heather Graham Bundle: The Island / Ghost Walk / Killing Kelly / The Vision

She nearly gasped. She never would have recognized him, as well as she thought she had known him.

She nearly said his name out loud.

“Close your mouth, please. Relax. You can’t be that tense for a rumba.”

She stared at him, amazed. She wondered where he had learned to do such an incredible camouflage job with makeup. It was impossible to tell that the beard and mustache were false, that the hair was a wig. He was wearing green contacts, she realized. “Your own mother wouldn’t know you,” she told him.

“That is the idea.”

“Matt and Lee don’t even know you, do they?” she asked.

He was silent for a moment. “No.”

“Do you still think something’s going to happen?” she asked him.

He shrugged. “Shea got up and started to disappear when Maria and Mauricio were dancing. I followed him. He was getting a beer.” He shook his head, looking a little disgusted. “I hope to hell I wasn’t wrong. It will be hard to swing law enforcement around to my way of thinking a second time. They can be pretty unforgiving. Like someone else I know.”

She arched a brow. “Interesting. Let’s see, I have no idea what you’re really trying to do—ever. And I realize now that you’re as much a chameleon as any criminal out there. I thought I knew you, at least a little bit, but now I don’t know if anything I thought I knew is true.”

“Could you trust me for a little while? Please?”

She tilted her head, staring up at him. “I just don’t know how far you would go to achieve what you’re really seeking,” she told him. She became aware of a ringing as she spoke, then realized that it was her phone, clipped to her skirt.

“Excuse me, will you? I’m sure there are others you need to dance with tonight,” she said smoothly, and stepped away, quickly slipping through the crowd to reach a spot on the edge of the dance floor, a breath of air and enough semi-isolation to hear.

She glanced at the caller ID and quickly answered.

“Aunt Beth?”

“Amber, what is it? Where are you?”

She heard something that sounded like a sob.

“Aunt Beth, come quick. I need you!”

17

KEITH WATCHED HER GO, feeling an actual pain in his heart. Even after last night, she didn’t intend to forgive him.

Had he been an idiot? he wondered. He’d spent the day in various forms of disguise, joining in with the electricians, the wait staff and then the guests. He’d listened in on conversations between the Masons, the dancers, and even Matt and Lee. There had been nothing to hear. The only moment when something might have been amiss had been when Eduardo Shea had risen, and he’d followed the man, only to see him with one of the waiters, getting a beer.

He’d studied every guest. No sign of Brad or Sandy.

“Hey there, handsome!”

He turned to see an attractive older woman in a stunning blue gown that was complemented by the blue tint in her hair. “Spare me a dance?”

He was about to find a way to beg off when he saw that Matt Albright was on the floor with Amanda. He smiled at the woman.

“You must be from one of our sister clubs,” she said.

He introduced himself as Jim Smithson, friend of Commodore Berry. He whirled her on the floor, close to Matt and Amanda. She began to talk as they moved, complimenting the party.

She knew the steps; dancing was not a problem. She was very talkative, which was.

Still, he caught snatches of conversation.

“…and just disappeared,” Matt said.

“I had a lovely night. I told you, I really like boats,” Amanda replied.

“I saw that,” he heard Matt say.

“Don’t you, Mr. Smithson?”

He looked down into the eyes of his dance partner. He hadn’t the least idea what she had said.

“Yes,” he replied, wincing, praying she wouldn’t speak again.

“…the boat…but not me, I take it?” Matt said.

“I had an appointment,” Amanda said. “Forgive me?”

“What’s not to forgive?” Matt said a little harshly. “You took the tender and left.”

Amanda giggled. “Sorry about that. I needed to get back to the club. I was meeting—”

“I’m so glad, Mr. Smithson. I think you’ll find I have a lovely home,” the blue-haired lady said. He realized she was staring into his eyes, enraptured.

“Excuse me?” Keith asked his partner.

“And I’m glad that you feel the way I do about sex for our generation,” she said.

“What?”

Matt and Amanda had rumbaed away. “And since we agree that when a couple of our…maturity feel such an urge, there’s nothing wrong with acting on it…we can slip away right now,” she said.

“I’m afraid I can’t, ma’am. I have a commitment this evening. You’ll have to excuse me.”

Keith apologized, thanked her for the dance and left as quickly as he could. He wandered out to the edge of the patio. The music was loud, the lights brilliant. He saw one of the cops he’d been introduced to and nodded. The cop nodded in return, then accepted an empty glass from a gray-haired woman who was looking helplessly around for a place to put it down.

It appeared as if she was about to approach him. He turned, circling around, searching for Matt. At last he found him, standing out on the dock, staring out at the water.

He strode down to the dock to join him. “Evening,” Matt said, though he didn’t look as if he was eager for company.

Screw the disguise. “What the hell was that all about?” Keith demanded.

Matt stared at him. His eyes widened. He swore softly. “What was what about? And what the hell are you doing, looking like Colonel Sanders?”