ainâtâcha?â Sam Dillinger had worked with Adam for years before the scandal.
âLooks that way, Sam.â Adam brushed himself off as he stood. He managed a grim smile.
âIâm sorry, Mr. Drake. You know, I never believed you were involved in any of that thievinâ.â
âThanks, Sam.â
The other guard, a thickset man with short salt-and-pepper hair, snorted. He fingered the pistol strapped to his belt. âDonât show up here again,â he warned. âJust haul your butt out of here and donât come back!â
âBe sure to tell Mr. Simms he hasnât seen the last of me,â Adam said to Jim before sketching a wave to Sam. âSee ya around, Sam.â
âYou bet, Mr. Drake. Good luck to you.â
But Adam wasnât counting on luck as he left the two guards arguing about his guilt. He ducked his head against the rain that slanted from the pitch-black sky.
The dock was slick, the wind raw and cold as he strode purposefully back to his boat. Now that heâd come face-to-face with Kent Simms again, he realized that nothing had changed. And since he didnât have any proof other than Gerald Hendersonâs side of the story, he couldnât very well make accusations that could end up as slander. But from his reaction tonight, Adam was sure Simms knew more than he was telling. Adam had suspected Kent might be involved in the embezzling, of course, but heâd suspected a lot of people within the company.
Now, he decided, heâd start with Simms. He didnât like the way the guy was manhandling Marnie, and the thought of giving Kent a little of his own back caused Adam to smile.
So, his next step would be to have a little chat with Kent before he tackled Victor. The more information he could lay at Montgomeryâs feet, the better. And somehow, he sensed, Kent could tell him a lot.
Fortunately meeting Kent Simms face-to-face would be a simple matter. The Marnie Lee, a gleaming white cabin cruiser, and Simmsâs personal vessel, was moored on the second dock.
Adam wasted no time. He looked over his shoulderto make sure the two guards were still watching as he stepped into his small boat. Unleashing the moorings, he settled behind the wheel and gunned the engine. The boat took off, churning a white wake as the engine roared loudly and he headed toward Seattle.
Twenty minutes later, when he was sure the guards were satisfied that heâd left the shores of Port Stanton and had returned to their posts in the hotel lobby, Adam circled back toward the Puget West and the docks where gleaming vessels rolled with the tide.
He wasnât finished. Not by a long shot. Adam intended to board the Marnie Lee and wait in the cabin to have it out with Simms once and for all. As he spotted the showy white vessel he thought of her namesake, the lady herself, Marnie Lee Montgomery. How could a woman as bright as Marnie obviously was link up with a loser like Simms?
It was a mystery, he thought, then he remembered the tail end of their fight and decided that all was not bliss in the relationship between Victor Montgomeryâs strong-willed daughter and the man sheâd chosen for a husband.
Adam felt a twinge of conscience as he lashed his boat to the dock, then climbed stealthily aboard Simmsâs expensive cabin cruiser. He didnât want to hurt Marnie; sheâd always played fair with him. Though sheâd been raised in the lap of luxury and been given anything sheâd ever wanted, she seemed sincere.
Donât forget sheâs engaged to Simms. Even if they did have a loversâ quarrel, they were, as far as he knew, still planning to marry. That thought left a sour taste in the back of his throat, but he ignored it. Marnieâs fate was just too damned bad. Any woman who gave her heart to a jerk like Simms deserved what she got.
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M ARNIE COULDNâT BELIEVE her ears! The minute Adam was escorted out of the
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