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Adam, Is That You?

Chief Salazar and the search team were headed out to Egmont Key this evening with Captain Mortenson's boat and Hank Poppy's new Bertram. Becca had stayed up late last night explaining to her grandmother how Victor had ended up on Daniel's search instead of his yacht-club cronies. She fell back on the pillows and pulled the covers over her head.
"Salazar trusts Carlos Mendoza," Becca hold told Nattie. "They're like brothers, and Victor's the son Carlos never had." In order to secure the hunt, the chief needed to involve the fewest amount of searchers possible. "We don't know what's going to happen out there, Nattie," Becca said. "It's best the Gaspar Krewe knows only about the bogus search to Freeport, for now."
Becca suspected there was more to the cover-up that they wouldn't let on to anyone, but that was okay. She ran her hand over her belly, which was beginning to round. She, for one, understood secrets.
Adam, Is That You?

Chief Salazar and the search team were headed out to Egmont Key this evening with Captain Mortenson's boat and Hank Poppy's new Bertram. Becca had stayed up late last night explaining to her grandmother how Victor had ended up on Daniel's search instead of his yacht-club cronies. She fell back on the pillows and pulled the covers over her head.

 "Salazar trusts Carlos Mendoza," Becca hold told Nattie.  "They're like brothers, and Victor's the son Carlos never had." In order to secure the hunt, the chief needed to involve the fewest amount of searchers possible. "We don't know what's going to happen out there, Nattie," Becca said. "It's best the Gaspar Krewe knows only about the bogus search to Freeport, for now."

 Becca suspected there was more to the cover-up that they wouldn't let on to anyone, but that was okay. She ran her hand over her belly, which was beginning to round. She, for one, understood secrets.

 

When the grandfather clock chimed eight, Becca crawled out of bed and threw on a pair of shorts and a sleeveless blouse. A slight breeze rustled the curtains. The air felt boggy again today, fusty once more with the smell of sulfur rising from the bay. Becca untangled last night's braid from her hair and brushed out the knots. She thought about Adam. If he'd crossed the border Saturday night as planned, he'd probably found a place to stay. He'd be calling her soon. If her grandfather turned up tonight, she'd be free to leave. Whatever had bound her to the lawn chair the night Adam had come to fetch her would have to release its hold. She told herself it was duty that compelled her to stay. She had to be here for her family. Once Grandpa Dan came home, she could run to Adam. Becca smoothed her hair and gathered it into a ponytail behind her head.

 

After breakfast, Becca climbed the stairs, two at a time.  As she passed Kurt's room and the library, she heard the phone ring down the hall. She stopped. It could be Adam. She turned and ran back toward the staircase, where the phone sat on a small desk. She wanted to answer it before her grandmother.

"Hello?" Becca said and pressed the receiver to her ear.

She heard someone breathing and then a click like someone had picked up. She placed her hand over the mouthpiece and called down the stairs. "I've got it, Nattie!"

When she was convinced her grandmother had hung up, Becca asked, "Adam? Is that you?"

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