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2 years later
Key West
Before him, frond coral waved in a slow and majestic dance, and a small
ray emerged from the sand by the reef, weaving in a swift escape, aware
that a large presence, possibly predatory, was near.
Sean O’Hara shot back up to the surface, pleased with his quick
inspection of Pirate Cut, a shallow reef where divers and snorkelers alike
came to enjoy the simple beauty of nature. It was throughout history a place
where many a ship had met her doom, crushed by the merciless winds of a
storm. Now only scattered remnants of that history remained; salvage divers
of old had done their work along with the sea, salt and the constant shift of
sands and tides and weather that remained just as turbulent through the
centuries.
It was still, he decided, a great place to film.
He hadn’t opted for scuba gear that day—it had been just a quick trip,
thirty minutes out and thirty back in, early morning, just to report to his
partner, David Beckett, so they could talk about their ever-changing script
and their plans for their documentary film.
Because Sean was an expert diver, he seldom went diving alone. Good
friends—some of the best and most experienced divers in the world—had
died needlessly by diving alone. But a free dive on a calm day hadn’t
seemed much of a risk, and he was pleased that he had taken off early in the
morning. Most of the dive boats headed out by nine, but few of them came
to Pirate Cut as a first dive, and it wouldn’t get busy until later in the day.
And out in the boat, he wasn’t exactly alone.
Bartholomew was with him.
Climbing up the dive ladder at the rear of his boat, Conch Fritter, he
tossed his flippers up and hauled himself on board. His cell phone sat on his
towel, and the message light was blinking. Caller ID showed him that he’d
been called from O’Hara’s, his uncle’s bar.
“I thought about answering it, but refrained.”
Sean turned at the sound of the voice. Bartholomew was seated at the
helm of the dive boat, feet in buckle shoes up on the wheel, a National
Geographic magazine in his hands.
Bartholomew was getting damned good at holding things.
“Thank you for refraining. And tell me again, why the hell are you with
me? You hate the water,” Sean said, irritated. He pushed buttons on his
phone to receive his messages, staring at Bartholomew.
“Love boats, though,” Bartholomew said.
Sean groaned inwardly. It was amazing—once he hadn’t believed in
Bartholomew. Actually, he’d thought the ghost might have been one of his
sister Katie’s imaginary friends. He realized he either had to accept that she
was crazy or that there was a ghost. At that time, Sean couldn’t see or hear
Bartholomew.
But that had been a while ago now. While solving the Effigy Murders—
as the press wound up calling them—he’d ended up with his head in a
bandage and stitches in his scalp.
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