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Date Posted: 20:25:05 03/08/05 Tue
CHAPTER 56
Tony wished he had the answer. That the two women in Michael’s life had disappeared on the same night couldn’t be coincidence. Eventually, the authorities would make the connection and Michael would be their prime suspect. Even this cell phone call would look suspicious.
“Michael, we need to act fast. You’re the common link between the two women. We can’t just wait around until you’re arrested. Any ideas?”
“The jet is at Grover’s Point. We could meet in Lisbon.”
“Yes. That sounds good. Being in the states doesn’t sound all that good right now. The company is pretty much on autopilot. I can be there by tomorrow morning.”
“Thanks, Tony. Maybe we can make some sense of it all. Call my dad.”
“I’ll fill him in. Don’t worry. We’ll figure this out.”
Michael pocketed the cell phone and looked around. The island was literally covered in small circles of moving light as police and emergency combed the beach for signs of Niki. The search had been going for about two hours and would probably last two more before the last team gave up and flew home. He’d have to wait until most of them left before leaving to meet Tony. The scene was surreal. He wanted to feel bad about what might have happened to his new wife, but besides the fact she was a virtual stranger, the events of the last week had left him numb. This was especially true of the last twenty-four hours.
The police would want to know why he had married her. The truth was that he didn’t exactly know. From the moment they first come into contact, he’d felt a connection to the woman—a bond. He could only imagine she’d felt the same thing. Why else would she have made such a ridiculous proposal? Why else would he have accepted?
He walked absently along the beach, giving several washed-up shells an occasional kick. He should be worried about Niki, but for some reason, he wasn’t. In the same way he knew they were bonded, he sensed she was all right. He had walked about a quarter of a mile when something shiny caught his attention. He bent to pick it up. A button. Strange thing to find on the beach. He stuck it into his pocket.
Tony scanned the late news programs for any mention of Cassandra’s disappearance. The story wasn’t mentioned. With two hours to kill until his flight, he had plenty of time to pay a visit to the police station and see what he could find out. Not that anyone would be willing to fill him in on the case, but the disappearance would be a hot topic of conversation. By staying low, he’d be privy to information otherwise inaccessible. Hours spent playing in his uncle’s office had taught him that. No one had noticed the Sergeant’s nephew. Uncle Howard was a desk jockey now and was always pleased when he paid him a visit.
Fifteen minutes later he was there. His uncle’s desk was located in the middle of a room filled with workstations. As predicted, his uncle was happy to see him. After exchanging family news, he launched into his favorite topic—the over-emphasis on report writing in the police department. His uncle hated writing reports, which was now his main duty. This often repeated lecture gave Tony the opportunity to listen around the station for tidbits of information concerning Cassandra’s disappearance. By the time he left, he had learned a lot.
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