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Chapter 6

Annja met Ian in the hotel lobby, and they arrived at the boat before Scout. Both suited up and were checking the equipment when Scout sauntered aboard with a beaming smile on his face.

He made a show of looking over Annja appreciatively.

She dismissed him and turned to study the marked-up map. “You’re late.”

“I can’t begin the day without my orange juice and coffee. The fresh-squeezed stuff is hard to come by here on the island. Had to order it from the mainland.”

“Seriously? Your budget allows for such luxury?”

“Hey,” Scout said, tugging off his jacket, “take it up with the old man.”

Annja hadn’t thought Roux would offer such an expense account. On the other hand, Scout probably wasn’t aware that he didn’t have carte blanche with his employer, and so was testing the waters.

“I think we should head northwest,” Annja suggested as Scout descended belowdecks to change into his dive suit. “The general direction of traffic in this canal may have pushed the case downstream. And depending on what the treasure was in...”

“A silver hard-wall attaché with digital lock!”

“Really? I thought you said it was a nondescript case. How do you know that?”

“Come on, Creed, do a little research. You always just leap into things for your television show?”

Day two, Annja decided, was when Scout had succeeded in getting on her nerves. Generally, she was pretty accepting of people and the attitudes that came with them. “Difficult to casually toss over the side of a gondola during a lover’s spat without the other noticing, wouldn’t you say?”

Scout emerged, tugging up the zipper on his suit. “Who said the spat was casual? Did you read the incarceration report for the pair? Wait. Right. You didn’t.”

“I don’t have access to it.” Which reminded her, she hadn’t heard back from Bart McGilly yet. Blame it on the time-zone difference. “But apparently you do. So enlighten me.”

“There was a heated argument. And I guess when the guy wasn’t paying attention, the woman ditched the case.”

He guessed? That wasn’t going to help her until she got the chance to look over the reports.

“All right, then,” Annja said. “We’re looking for a metal attaché case. Let’s hope it’s waterproof.”

“It is. I mean, I’m sure it is. They make those cases to be almost indestructible nowadays.”

Having little hope that indeed the attaché would be intact, Annja conceded and directed Kard to the spot she had chosen down the canal.

“How’s the arm?” she asked Scout, remembering yesterday’s close call.

“Doesn’t hurt a bit. A scratch.” He slapped the biceps where he’d been hurt.

“You should have at least had it looked at. What if the harpoon had been rusty?”

“I’m tough, Creed. Let’s dock here, Kard.” He scanned the buildings and seemed to be noting a familiar site. “Everyone in!”

Ian went in first, and Annja handed him his camera. The cameraman switched on the lamp and tested it underwater, giving her a thumbs-up. She tossed out the red and white dive flags.