âIâm not going back, Loucan!â
Damn! It was his own fault, Loucan realized. Heâd declared himself way too soon. âIâm not looking for any kind of decision right away, Lass,â he said calmly.
âWell, youâre getting one!â Her green eyes blazed and her full lower lip jutted angrily. âMy decision is made. Iâm not going back to Pacifica. I want you to leave.â
âThis isnât over, Lass.â
âIs that a threat? Are you planning to kidnap me?â
Loucanâs jaw tightened in frustration. Kidnap her? What a good idea. âYes, Lass,â he said through clenched teeth, âif I have to.â
A Tale of the Sea
MORE THAN MEETS THE EYE by Carla Cassidy
IN DEEP WATERS by Melissa McClone
CAUGHT BY SURPRISE by Sandra Paul
FOR THE TAKING by Lilian Darcy
This time they met in a bar.
Loucan was at home in places like this. Heâd worked in one, a long time ago, for about six months. The yeasty tang of beer in the air was familiar, and the other drinkers didnât think there was anything strange about two men sitting hunched over their filled glasses in the darkest corner of the establishment, locked in conversation.
âSo, how is married life?â he asked Kevin Cartwright. It sounded like a casual question, but it wasnât.
âUh, you know, itâs okay,â the big man answered. âItâs not bad.â
Yeah, right! The guy was actually wrestling with his uncontrollable grin, and the grin was winning. It just wouldnât stay off his face, no matter how hard he tried. Marriage to Phoebe Jones was clearly a lot better than ânot bad.â
âIâve brought some wedding pictures, if you want to see them,â Kevin added.
Loucan didnât waste any time. Ignoring the mention of such a trivial thing as wedding pictures, he pounced at once. âBecause I get the impression itâs too much of a distraction,â he said. âWhat progress have you made in locating Thalassa since your marriage?â
Kevin sat up straight, gulped some beer and swore. âWhere is this coming from, Loucan?â he demanded. âI thought we were here to celebrate three successes, not fling accusations about one failure.â
Loucan ignored him. âHave you narrowed down the search?â he asked. âYouâve been working on this for four years, on and off. Phoebe, Kai and Saegar have all been found. Yes, thatâs success, but it doesnât mean anything without Lass. Sheâs your sole focus now. I need results, and I have to wonder, is wedded bliss with Phoebe taking the edge off your hunger to close this case?â
âEasy, Loucanâ¦!â Kevin slumped back in his chair. He shook his head slowly several times as he swirled the beer in his glass.
Loucan wasnât fooled by the apparently relaxed posture. They were both strong men. Direct. Sure of themselves. Heâd gone on the attack with the deliberate aim of getting the straightest possible answers from the man heâd hired to track down the four far-flung Pacifican royal siblings.
Kevin didnât disappoint him. Leaning forward again with new energy, he took another long gulp of beer, fixed his deep blue eyes on Loucan and said, âOkay. You want the truth? The only thing that finding the other three has done is made me face facts.â
âWhat facts?â Loucan said. âIâm interested in facts. I like them.â
âLoucan, we have nothing left to go on. There werenât many avenues to pursue to begin with, and those turned into dead ends real fast. Thalassa and Cyria are both unusual names, but I ran searches through every database and archive I could think of in two hemispheres, and the handful of hits I turned up didnât pan out. Australia and New Zealand, where you think theyâre located, both have small populations compared to the United States, but that didnât seem to help. Iâve told you all this.â
âTell me again. Tell me what point youâre at now.â
âIâm guessing Cyria changed her name, and maybe Lassâs as well. Iâm guessing she got them each forged identity documentsâbirth certificatesâthrough some South Pacific nation where bribes get results. We found the other three mainly through luck. Now it seems like our luck has run out.â