The mini bus ride to Rodney Bay was shared with two other couples who were on vacation. Fortunately, they were on first and kept their conversation to their own group. Chase took a window seat and kept casually scanning the surrounding traffic. Paula sat beside him, thighs touching, and she fought with all her emotions for control.

The bus turned onto Reduit Beach Avenue, and stopped in the entrance to the marina. Chase drew Paula to one side as the small bus emptied, and led them to a bench near some tourist store and a fish and chip shop. He backed away, pretending to take her picture, and scanned the area around them.

"Come on, there's a restaurant through there on the water. We can get a drink and something to eat."

A young lady with an apron tied around her waist led them to an outside table by the water, dropping two large menus on the table, and announcing the Spinnaker's specials.

"Nice view," Chase remarked offhandedly.

"Is this the plan again? Public buses, one room, one night stays in a variety of hotels?"

"Those were the days, eh?" He grinned at her scowl. "The danger is the same, Paula, only more so. They only needed to stop us before, now they really want to end us. Doc won't quit."

She flipped open the menu and ran her eyes over the offerings. "How can you stop him then when he's back there and you're here?"

"Either by making it impossible to achieve his goal here or going back to do it."

She looked up at him, the menu sagging to the table. "Going back! How could you go back?"

"You folks want to order?" The waitress stopped beside Chase, pad and pencil at the ready.

They awaited the food in silence. Instead, both watched the water taxis coming and going, and the private boats slipping in and out of the marina. Things were peaceful, relaxing. The sky entertained one or two ragged puffs of cloud, and the warm air stirred pleasantly by a small breeze.

"I don't really want to go back." He spoke as if to himself. "I like the pace here – and the company . . ."

The food arrived, preventing Paula's response, and the silence continued as they ate.

Meanwhile

"What did he say?"

"You don't want to know." Carver dropped his phone on the bed and flopped down on his back. "We need to get rid of Jones's stuff and check out of this place."

"He's just going to be totally forgotten? No family notification – nothing?" Fitz pressed fingers to his temple, resting his elbows on his knees.

"You gonna go all marine on me, Fitzy – no man left behind stuff? That's not our business so get over it, we have a job to do."

"You're a cold bastard, Carver."

"It's how I survive." He pushed up on his elbows. "Go down and check us out, I'll clean up here."

Forty minutes later they had dumped the bag with Jones's belongings in a roadside ditch and set fire to it. Fitz was still sulking, and Carver was getting annoyed to the point of thinking about getting rid of him the same way and finishing the job alone.

"You better straighten up, pal. You start gettin' all spongy on me and Chase will have us both for breakfast."

"I can do my part," Fitz snapped.

"The country rejoices." Carver shook his head and called for a taxi from his phone. "We'll head back up north and find a place to stay, then start showing the pictures around again."

"Why back up there?"

"Because I don't think they planned on a long road trip on that scooter. More than likely it was just an emergency get away since there was only one road into the place. I think they got out of the area, dumped it and holed up somewhere else."

On a side street rooming house in the capital of Castries, Fitz stared out the window at the view across a small park, and part of the clock tower of the Cathedral of the Immaculate Conception. His thoughts went to Jones then he quickly dismissed it. Carver was right, it was a risk of the business – and he was going to make Chase pay.

"Let's get started while things are still fresh."

"Look at you!" Carver grinned, as he checked the magazine on his Glock and tucked it away. "We'll split up and show the pictures around. Don't forget real estate offices, and read all the posted signs you see. Might be another private rental."

******

Paula distractedly pushed the last of her crab salad around on the plate, her thoughts bouncing from their current situation to his somewhat maddening comments. She couldn't deny the attraction, and it bothered her no end, because there was no way she could be with a killer - she didn't think so anyway.

"Ah, there he is."

Chance's sudden remark brought her back and she glanced about worriedly. "Who? Where!"

"Barry Kirk – Captain Kirk I call him." He lifted his chin toward the small water taxi gliding up to the walk below the restaurant.

"You came here on purpose." She watched the young man jump ashore and secure the boat.

"I did. He's going to be our transport out of here."

"Transport to where?" She saw the man wave and bounce up the stairs to the little gate onto the restaurant deck.

"Greetings my friend," Barry grinned at Chance as he came to their table then turned it into an appreciative smile, as he was introduced to Paula, "I take it you are in the need of my service."

"We are. Grab a chair while I explain. You want anything?"

"Just a coffee." He waved to the waitress, miming a drink. "She knows. So, what needs explaining?"

"I want you to take us to Marigot Bay, without any record of the ride. I'll pay you your required rate for a round trip, but we won't be coming back."

"Should I be worried at all?" The waitress dropped off a coffee and Kirk immediately drank.

"Not if you can lie with a straight face if a couple of heavies turn up asking questions."

The smile made his brilliant teeth stand out against his dark skin. "Not a problem, Mr. Chase, and I will get to spend some time with my friend at Dolittle's. When do you wish to leave?"

"When you've finished your coffee." Chance nodded, eyebrows rising, as he dropped some bills on the table.

"Are you comfortable on the open water, Ms Regan?" Kirk asked, downing the rest of his coffee.

"I suppose we'll just have to see." She stood up with the men and followed through the gate and back down to the dock.

"Please put this on," Kirk handed her a life jacket. "Since we are going well out of the marina, it is necessary."

"Should I be worried now?" She said with a slight tease.

"Not if you can lie about how much fun you're having." He grinned, gunning the engine and making a sharp turn toward the gap.