Part 15 (1/2)
”Mm.” Dar examined the discrete data port. ”Internet access*93 but no phones. Incredible.”
Kerry went to the locked, distressed leather briefcase Dar had put down on the chair. ”I guess we've gotta bite the bullet, huh?”
They'd agreed not to unlock the case, which held their cell phones and pagers, unless a full-blown crisis was at hand.
”Yeap.” Dar tossed her the keys to the briefcase. ”Probably better off using ours anyway.” She watched Kerry unlock the catch and open the case, stick her hand inside, and withdraw one of their two phones. ”I know there's phones outside in the lobby, but...”
”Yeah.” Kerry tossed the phone to Dar, then she wandered back over to the windows, discovering a patio outside. ”Hey.” She opened the door and went out onto the stone edifice, alternately splashed with sunlight and the shade from nearby banana trees. It was quiet and peaceful, and the view of the water was quite spectacular. ”Breakfast out here tomorrow, I think,” Kerry mused, as a breeze off the water puffed her hair back out of her eyes.
With a satisfied grunt, she turned and went back inside their pleasant room, where she found Dar sprawled across the king size canopy bed with the phone to her ear. The sight was so attractive, Kerry decided to join her, and she crawled over to where Dar was lying, flipped over onto her back, and settled there as she watched the fan circle lazily overhead.
”That's right, Mark. Just run it for me.” Dar inched her hand over and tugged a bit of Kerry's hair. ”I don't have the registration number.”
Mark's voice trickled from the cell phone's speaker. ”Right, boss. How's the vacation going?”
”Aside from nearly being heaved to by pirates, and Kerry saving a drowning man in a storm, it's been pretty peaceful,” Dar replied blandly. ”How's it been there?”
A long silence ensued. ”Did you actually f.u.c.king say pirates?”
Mark asked. ”Holy s.h.i.+t, Dar!”
”You didn't really think we could just have an ordinary vacation, did you?” Dar asked with an amused smirk. ”You didn't answer my question.”
”Huh?” Mark spluttered. ”Oh, here? It's been dead,” he told her. ”Honest.”
Dar waited silently. To pa.s.s the time, she blew gently in Kerry's ear and watched her torso s.h.i.+ver as she held back a laugh.
”Well, just the usual s.h.i.+t, you know, boss,” Mark finally admitted. ”Nothin' you guys need to worry about.”
Kerry turned her head at that and her green eyes widened.
”Mark?” She raised her voice. ”You just made me really nervous.”
”Um...”
Dar covered her eyes. ”Mark, just spill it,” she sighed.
”Honest, guys, just more of the usual,” Mark insisted. ”We've 94*
got some international lines down, and one of the northwest data centers crashed. I had to overnight them a bunch of stuff.”
Kerry eyed her partner. 'Doesn't sound that bad,' she mouthed.
Dar shrugged. ”Did the new DC nodes come in?”
”Yep.” Mark sounded relieved. ”Hey, listen, I'm glad you called for one thing-we got an early drop date for the new back-up IPC.”
Kerry pumped her fist in the air. ”Whoohoo.”
”Incredible,” Dar agreed. ”I thought we'd be waiting until February.”
”Well, boss-nothing came back on those guys,” Mark said.
”Not on the first run. You want me to keep going?”
Dar frowned. ”Nothing?”
”Nothing on that name, no-or the two other names you gave me,” Mark said. ”But that's just a DMV and Marine reg. I'll do a deep run on 'em. You want me to give you a call back?”
”Yeah,” Dar said. ”We're going to...” She paused. ”What are we going to do now, Ker?”
Kerry lifted both hands in the air and produced an engaging grin.
”We're gonna do something probably involving water and/or food,” Dar said into the phone. ”I'll keep the phone on. Let me know if you find anything, okay?”
”Will do, boss,” Mark said. ”You guys have a great time, huh?
No more freaking pirates!”
”Do our best,” Kerry called out. ”Thanks, Mark. Tell everyone we said hi.”
Dar disconnected the call and set the phone on the covers. Now that she'd set her query in motion, she felt satisfied to let it take whatever time it did, and in the meanwhile concentrate on resuming her vacation. ”Want to just hike out and explore the place for a while?” she asked. ”We're in the middle of the national park here.”
Kerry nodded. ”I like that idea,” she said. ”It's so pretty.
Reminds me a little of that hammock down by Old Cutler we went to that one time.” She sat up. ”Okay, on with the hiking boots, then.” She patted Dar's leg. ”Let's go find us some pretty lizards.”
LIZARDS, THEY FOUND in plenty, along with other a.s.sorted wildlife. Dar gingerly examined a vivid, bright green snake curled on a branch, taking care to keep her hands far away from it. ”Did you see this?” she asked Kerry, who was busy taking a picture of some gorgeous flowers.
”See what?” Kerry trotted over and peered. ”Oh!” She quickly brought up her camera and focused. ”Hey, aren't you going to grab*95 its tail and tell me what a beauty it is?”
Dar glanced down. ”Does wearing khaki shorts and hiking boots require me to channel Steve Irwin?” she asked.
Kerry snickered. ”Yes.”
”Tell you what tail I'm gonna grab.” Dar waited for her to snap the picture, then acted, grabbing onto Kerry's tail and making her hop forward with a startled squawk. ”Isn't she a beauty?” Dar mimicked. ”Lookit the bottom on that one!”
”Wench.” Kerry reached behind her and tickled Dar's ribs, then continued down the path. They were surrounded by lush greenery, and a rich, organic smell filled her lungs as the wind stirred the branches. The jungle around them thinned ahead and revealed a mossy, stone-covered building. ”Look, Dar.” Kerry motioned toward it. ”Is that one of the sugar mills?”
”Must be.” Dar led the way toward the structure. It was just a pile of old stone now, a mixture of coral foundation and crudely made brick. They climbed onto it and looked around. Dar imagined she could still smell the tang of raw sugar cane, something she'd last tasted as a young child. ”You ever chew sugar cane?” she asked Kerry.
”Me?” Kerry was kneeling next to a piece of machinery long overgrown with ivy. ”You're kidding, right?” She looked over her shoulder at Dar. ”One, I don't think it grows in Michigan, and two, my mother would have cut the hands off anyone giving it to me.”
She paused. ”Have you?”
”Sure.” Dar grinned. ”The best is to get a nice piece, chew it a little, then dunk it in your lemonade.”
Kerry's gaze went inward for a moment as she worked out the potential tastes; then she wiggled her eyebrows and licked her lips.
”Mm.” She got up and snapped a picture of the bit of machinery.