Читать книгу Paradise Nights: Taken by the Bad Boy - Kelly Hunter, Anne Oliver - Страница 15

THERE was something to be said for sitting beneath a stripy blue beach umbrella next to a little tin shed half full of Vespas and dreaming about a man. It helped pass the time, decided Serena. It kept a brain agile and a body … aware. The breeze playing with her hair put her in mind of Pete’s hands in it, the sun on her skin reminded her of the warmth of his body. She wanted to be back in his arms. Soon. That was a given. The trick lay in figuring out how to get there without disgracing her family in the process.

Nico delivered her lunch a little later than usual. He looked tired, subdued. As if he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders and then some. But he handed her the day’s mail and her lunchbox, same as usual, and hunkered down in the chair beside her.

‘Chloe was waiting down at the docks when the boats came in this morning,’ he said finally.

That sounded promising. ‘Moon kissed roses will do that to a girl.’

‘Sam’s not at school.’

That didn’t sound promising at all.

‘She thought he might have been waiting for the boats to come in. Waiting for me. He wasn’t.’

‘Oh.’

‘Chloe told me what she’d said about his mother. She thinks Sam overheard her.’ He ran a hand through his already untidy hair. ‘Some of his clothes are gone. His wallet … Chloe thinks he’s gone.’

‘Gone where?’

Nico shrugged helplessly. ‘I checked the ferry terminal, the ticket office. He didn’t buy a ticket off the island, no one saw him getting onto a ferry. Chances are he’s somewhere on the island. I thought I’d take a Vespa out and look around. He’s probably just gone for a swim, or a walk. He does that sometimes. Skips out for a while. That’s probably all that’s happened.’

Serena nodded. ‘Yeah. He’ll be around.’ She looked up at the hill, looked out over the sea. ‘Where could he go?’

By mid-afternoon all the Vespas bar the one Nico had taken out were back in the shed. None of Serena’s customers had seen Sam; no one had seen Sam, according to Chloe, and Serena had decided to shut up shop for the rest of the day.

Chloe was helping her.

When Nico rode up and told them his sea catamaran was missing, Chloe’s face crumpled. Nico watched in silence, his own face a study in indecision before finally he reached out and drew Chloe into his arms.

‘Not quite the way I imagined it,’ he murmured softly to Chloe. ‘Not quite the reason why.’

Chloe laughed through her tears, a choked, strangled sound, and her arms tightened around him.

‘You think Sam’s taken it out?’ Serena asked him quietly.

‘It’s too big for him, Serena. If he tips it he’ll never get the sail back up.’ Nico looked out to sea. ‘The wind’s blowing North East. I’ll take Theo’s speedboat out. If Sam has taken the cat he won’t have got far.’ He rattled off Theo’s radio frequency, Serena wrote it on her hand. She wrote it on Chloe’s hand too, the one still wrapped around her cousin.

‘I’m coming with you,’ Chloe told Nico shakily.

‘No.’ He set her away and smoothed the hair from her face with gentle hands. ‘You keep looking for him here. Keep asking around. Get Marianne Papadopoulos onto it.’

‘I’ve already called her,’ mumbled Chloe. ‘I’ve called everyone on the island. There’s no one left to call.’

Maybe not on this island. Serena pulled out her cell phone and started scrolling through her directory for a newly familiar number. Nico’s gaze sought hers as she put the phone to her ear and he gave her the tiniest of nods. He already knew where her thoughts were headed. She was calling Pete.

‘Where are you?’ she said when he answered the phone.

‘Kos,’ he said cheerfully. ‘Tell me you’re about to walk through this restaurant door in a sky-blue sundress and make my day.’

‘Sam’s missing,’ she said baldly.

Silence from Pete’s end, silence from hers while she waited for him to comprehend the situation and change direction. He did it in a heartbeat, moving smoothly from lover to warrior and earning her undying admiration in the process. ‘Have you reported it to the authorities?’

‘Chloe’s doing it now. He hasn’t been gone all that long, only a few hours, but Chloe’s worried about him. We all are.’ She gave him the worst of it. ‘Nico’s super-cat is missing too.’

‘Where’s Nico?’

‘On his way to the harbour. He’s taking Theo’s speedboat out to look around.’

‘What’s his radio frequency?’

She gave it to him, along with Nico’s mobile number.

‘Give him mine,’ said Chloe anxiously, and she gave him that too.

‘Pete—’

‘Keep in contact with Nico,’ he said. ‘Try and contact some of the other boats you know are in the area. Ferries, fishing boats, charter boats. Concentrate on finding that cat.’

‘How soon can you get here?’ She wanted him here. Needed him here. They all did.

‘Soon.’

Serena had never felt more at a loss for direction in her life. She and Chloe had taken a Vespa and scoured the nearby beaches for Sam but they’d seen no sign of him and after an hour of fruitless searching they’d decided to head for the village and for Marianne Papadopoulos’s shop. The older woman had the best gossip network on the island, they reasoned. If anyone could get people mobilised and out looking for Sam, she could.

She did. With efficiency more suited to a general than a baker Marianne Papadopoulos assembled her ranks, appointed her colonels and set them loose. Theo would contact all the vessels in the area. Other key people would organise land search parties if Sam didn’t show up soon. It was still early, she told Chloe gently. If Sam was on the island they’d find him. If he’d taken to the sea then Nico would find him. She didn’t say what they were all thinking. That for a city boy like Sam, the sea was a dangerous place and that if something happened to him out there they might never find him.

It was a big sea.

Chloe was too tense to eat; Chloe existed on coffee. Serena bypassed the coffee in favour of cake. Each to their own.

It was Marianne Papadopoulos who first heard the helicopter coming in.

‘You called Tomas’s pilot?’ she asked Serena bluntly. ‘The one you’ve been stringing along these past few weeks?’

‘Not stringing along,’ she said defensively. ‘Getting to know, and, yes, I called him.’

‘Good girl,’ said Marianne. ‘Here he comes now.’

‘Time to go,’ Serena told Chloe, wresting the half full cup of coffee from Chloe’s fingers and setting it on the counter. ‘Pete’s here.’ And to the older woman, ‘You have our numbers? You have Nico’s?’

‘You just get me your young man’s radio contact details and I’ll have them all,’ said Marianne and handed her a cake box. ‘For when you get hungry,’ she said. ‘For when you need hope.’

* * *

‘Have you found him?’ were Pete’s first words as he stepped out of the helicopter.

Serena shook her head.

‘I need to refuel,’ were his second. ‘We’ll be in the air in five minutes. Get in.’ He was all business, but he had a kiss for Chloe’s forehead as he saw her seated in the rear of the cockpit and a smile for Serena as he pointed her to the seat beside him in the front. ‘I’m glad you called,’ he said.

‘I’m glad you came.’

‘Who’s your ground-crew co-ordinator?’

‘Marianne Papadopoulos. She wants your contact details.’

‘She’ll get them. I’ve already spoken to Nico. He’s concentrating his search in the North Eastern corridor. We’ll broaden ours.’

He radioed Mrs P, gave Serena a map and told her to grid it up. He got them airborne, explained the search pattern they’d use and told them how best to scour the sea below them without courting excess eyestrain and fatigue. He kept positive, kept Chloe calm, kept them looking. With cool deliberation Pete Bennett, air-sea rescue helicopter pilot, took charge.

Serena had never seen anything more beautiful in her entire life.

They searched for what felt like for ever, until the little helicopter needed to refuel. He sent them to the bathroom when they landed, made them drink and eat cake while he arranged with Theo to find spotlights, searchlights he could attach to the helicopter when they refuelled next. If they didn’t find Sam soon, they’d be searching in the dark.

With just over two hours of daylight left he took them up again.

Serena shaded in more little boxes on the map on her knees and scoured the water below them for some sign of Nico’s catamaran, some sign of Sam. But they didn’t find either.

The wind blew stronger as the day wore on. Tiny whitecaps formed on top of the waves and the light started to fade, making searching for things like small boys alone in the water harder. Serena’s eyes felt dry and gritty but she didn’t stop looking. No one did.

It felt like hours later when Chloe spoke up. ‘There,’ she said, her voice thready with fatigue. ‘There’s something over there.’ There being over to the west, straight into the sun. The something that Chloe was referring to being a white speck that Serena had to strain to see.

‘I see it,’ said Pete, and something in his voice made Serena sit up straighter and catch her breath as they changed course, dipping lower as they sped towards that speck of white. He was on the radio to Nico, relaying coordinates, almost before Serena could make out the shape of a sail in the water and a small figure clinging to an overturned catamaran hull.

‘It’s him. We found him!’

Pete smiled grimly. ‘Yeah, but we still can’t get to him.’

‘He’s not moving,’ said Chloe, panic lacing her voice as she fumbled with her seat harness. ‘He’s hurt. His head’s all bloody!’

Pete brought the chopper in for a closer look, balancing their need to know more with Sam’s need to stay clinging to that hull. The noise should have roused the boy; the spray kicked up by the hovering helicopter should have done it … Not too close, not too close.

‘His hand moved,’ muttered Serena.

Not moved, thought Pete grimly. Slipped.

‘He’s letting go,’ said Chloe, wrenching a life-jacket from beneath her seat and opening the door.

‘What are you doing?’ Pete swivelled round in his seat to glare at her.

‘Chloe—’ began Serena, unbuckling her own seat belt.

Chloe ignored them both, tugging the inflator tag on the lifejacket and hurling it out and down. Pete watched the life-jacket settle on the water a good fifty metres away from the target.