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Chapters (82)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright Notice
  3. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  4. ONE
  5. TWO
  6. THREE
  7. FOUR
  8. FIVE
  9. SIX
  10. SEVEN
  11. EIGHT
  12. NINE
  13. TEN
  14. ELEVEN
  15. TWELVE
  16. THIRTEEN
  17. FOURTEEN
  18. FIFTEEN
  19. SIXTEEN
  20. SEVENTEEN
  21. EIGHTEEN
  22. NINETEEN
  23. TWENTY
  24. TWENTY-ONE
  25. TWENTY-TWO
  26. TWENTY-THREE
  27. TWENTY-FOUR
  28. TWENTY-FIVE
  29. TWENTY-SIX
  30. TWENTY-SEVEN
  31. TWENTY-EIGHT
  32. TWENTY-NINE
  33. THIRTY
  34. THIRTY-ONE
  35. THIRTY-TWO
  36. THIRTY-THREE
  37. THIRTY-FOUR
  38. THIRTY-FIVE
  39. THIRTY-SIX
  40. THIRTY-SEVEN
  41. THIRTY-EIGHT
  42. THIRTY-NINE
  43. FORTY
  44. FORTY-ONE
  45. FORTY-TWO
  46. FORTY-THREE
  47. FORTY-FOUR
  48. FORTY-FIVE
  49. FORTY-SIX
  50. FORTY-SEVEN
  51. FORTY-EIGHT
  52. FORTY-NINE
  53. FIFTY
  54. FIFTY-ONE
  55. FIFTY-TWO
  56. FIFTY-THREE
  57. FIFTY-FOUR
  58. FIFTY-FIVE
  59. FIFTY-SIX
  60. FIFTY-SEVEN
  61. FIFTY-EIGHT
  62. FIFTY-NINE
  63. SIXTY
  64. SIXTY-ONE
  65. SIXTY-TWO
  66. SIXTY-THREE
  67. SIXTY-FOUR
  68. SIXTY-FIVE
  69. SIXTY-SIX
  70. SIXTY-SEVEN
  71. SIXTY-EIGHT
  72. SIXTY-NINE
  73. SEVENTY
  74. SEVENTY-ONE
  75. SEVENTY-TWO
  76. SEVENTY-THREE
  77. SEVENTY-FOUR
  78. SEVENTY-FIVE
  79. SEVENTY-SIX
  80. Praise for Blood in the Water
  81. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  82. Newsletter Sign-up

“I mean, how do you feel now? Do you still want to be with me? Do you feel like you made a mistake? Do you feel like you’re done? What?”

“I’ll always want to be with you,” he said. Something in his tone made her believe it.

“Buddy, there’s something I need to tell you.”

“Yeah,” he said. She couldn’t find the words. “I’m listening,” he said when she didn’t respond.

“I’m…” Again the words wouldn’t come.

“You’re what?”

“I’m…” It was no use. It wasn’t the sort of thing that she could possibly say over the phone. She needed to be able to see his face—to see how he would react. Besides, it wasn’t fair to him to drop this kind of news on him over the phone. “I’m really glad we had yesterday together,” she said. “It was wonderful.”

“It was wonderful,” he agreed. “Can I see you tonight?”

She thought about Cormack’s demand that she remain in the house. He seemed scared, and he’d left one of his men with her. Even if she’d wanted to get away to see him, she suspected that she couldn’t. “Not tonight, but soon,” she said. “Are you working on Monday?”

“Yeah, but not until the afternoon,” he replied. “There’s a freighter that’s scheduled to dock around one o’clock. We’ll see how much trouble I’m in for missing yesterday.”

“I’m sure it’ll be fine. Like I said, it seems like he has other things on his mind.”

“OK,” Buddy said. “I’ll talk to you soon?”

“You better.”

She ended the call and put the phone on the table. She ran her hand over her abdomen. She so wanted her child to grow up with both parents. She so wanted to be with Buddy. She knew it wasn’t likely to be, but she made a promise to herself and to her unborn child that she would try to make it happen.

THIRTY-FOUR

Sunday, February 3

Juan lay in his bed, looking up at the ceiling. There were cracks in the plaster running the length of the small room in the tumbledown apartment at the edge of the water in East Boston. He could hear the naked woman beside him breathing, a slight wet rumble in her chest from whatever she had found the night before to pack into her glass pipe and smoke. She had served her purpose then, but now her presence was an annoyance. He elbowed her in the back to get her to roll over in the hope that it would dislodge whatever was caught in her bronchia, but it was useless. If it weren’t for the hassle of disposing of her body, he would simply slit her throat and roll her off the bed so that he could get more sleep, but that wasn’t practical in this country.