by Karr, Kim
I had seen a document in the email Jaxson’s friend, Finn, sent. It had the address of the Houston’s home in Savannah. I wasn’t snooping. It came across the monitor when I was writing one day. He’d never mentioned it, and neither had I. Now I opened it up and wrote it down. I was headed there after I went to Harvey’s beach shack.
Ready to go, I stared at the note I’d written and placed on the bed, along with a piece of yellow ribbon I’d taken from an old vase on the table that held dried flowers, and my cell phone. It was cruel to leave the only way he had to get ahold of me behind, but that was why I was doing it. I couldn’t allow him to get involved any further. I had to keep him safe.
My Dearest Jaxson,
What you’ve done for me is more than anyone has ever done in my entire life. It’s given me the strength I need to make things right. I know you say we can get past this but the truth is you’re too good for me to soil with my dirty secret. Just as I won’t be able to live with myself, there will come a day you won’t be able to live with yourself, either. Trust me when I say bad will eat you up.
I’m going back to Georgia, and you have to let me go. Please, if you love me, you won’t follow me. Getting you involved will only kill me a little more.
I have hope in my heart because of you, and I’m leaving you this ribbon to remind you to have hope too.
I will love you forever, and I will always have paradise when I think of you.
Always and forever, Sadie xoxo
With my backpack as my only piece of luggage, I took only enough cash to get me to Atlanta and get by on, and then I slipped out the bathroom window and shimmied down the fire escape.
Step 12: Having had a spiritual awakening as the result of these steps, we try to carry His message to others, and to practice these principles in all our affairs.
Once I reached the main road, I hailed a cab and went straight to the airport.
Without the blonde wig, I knew no one would mistake me for Sarah, the jilted bride. At the airport, I’d buy a new ticket under the name Sadie Banks.
And once I landed . . . I would begin my journey of atonement.
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
JAXSON
EVERY PHOTO SHOOT HAD ITS challenges, but I had to remember that the models were always my top priority.
Sure, I had all the gear and made all the preparations, but without happy models, there was no shoot.
Keep them happy and motivated, and don’t expect them to do anything they aren’t comfortable with. I’d learned this early on.
Today proved to challenge every single thing I knew. Tyra was a dream. She didn’t have any problems with jumping overboard, posing with the lifesaver as her top, or even straddling the ship’s wheel.
Micha, on the other hand, refused to get naked in front of the yacht crew. Which meant no overboard shots, no playful water shots, and no climbing aboard shots. At least not topless or bottomless.
The thing was, my campaign had been built on being edgy. Each shot pushed to the very limit of acceptable nudity.
It was who I was, as an artist, and a person, I supposed.
With Micha, I didn’t want to settle for mediocre, so it took a lot more time than I had planned to get the images of her I wanted.
The shoot of the day was all about being nautical. Captain’s hats, life preservers, lines, white jackets.
Thank fuck we had an itty-bitty bikini with anchors all over it to appease Micha. I’d Photoshop out the top on my computer when I edited the photos, but I had to position her just right to be able to get away with it.
This took time.
A lot of it.
The yacht hummed along at over forty knots, skimming the water like a blade over ice. It was moving, just not fast enough for me.
The coast was nothing but a blur of blue and green from where we were. My phone had no signal, and I itched to check on Sadie. To confront the motherfucker. To make a call.
I stared ahead as the horizon got larger and larger and we cruised straight into the cloudless blue sky. Feeling anxious, I stood and moved toward the back, looking at the water’s surface as it sparkled in the sunlight.
By the time we even got near the harbor, the carnival was in full swing. Spicemas, as it was called, was a two-day Grenada tradition, and I knew tomorrow’s shoot was going to be altered.
The carnival had been postponed from August due to the hurricane weather and capturing the celebration of African, French, British, and Caribbean heritage tradition on the beach was going to be some of the most unique work Sports Illustrated had ever seen.
Not that I was being cocky about it, but I could see it now. Neon swimsuits and feathers. Fruit baskets. The nudity would be subtle. The colors bold.
I snickered to myself thinking all the bright colors were going to push Sadie’s limits. She was a black and white girl who lived in the gray, right where I lived.
The yacht entered the marina. The engines that moments ago throttled in the open water slowed.
I said my goodbyes and grabbed my gear before we docked. After I locked my shit in the car, I sprinted to the harbormaster’s office.
A tall, thin man stood on the deck in front of the door. He was throwing squid into the sea. He wore a white long-sleeved shirt, white Dockers, and white boat shoes with a navy hat that read, “Shipmaster.”
I cleared my throat.
He turned. “Can I help you, son?”
I went to stand beside him since he didn’t stop what he was doing. “Yes, I’m looking for a boat, a yacht, actually, by the name of Moongate.”
The master paused in his movements. “You looking for the vessel or the man who owns it?”
I squinted against the sun reflecting off the water. “The man, sir.”
He looked over at me. “Friend or foe?”
“Does it matter?”
“No, not really. Other than I don’t like the guy. Too big for his britches, if you know what I mean.”
The laugh I expelled wasn’t voluntary. This guy was up and up sailor. Straight talking and to the point. I knew the type. “To be honest,” I said, “he’s upset my girl, and I want to talk to him.”
The guy set his bucket down and wiped his hands on a towel before offering me his palm. “Name’s Johnny. Yours?”
“Sundance,” I said out of habit. Everyone except Sadie called me that.
He raised a brow. “Well, Sundance, he took off yesterday for Miami.”
“Is he coming back?”
“I’m sure he will be. Next month like clockwork.”
A boat horn honked as it passed and Johnny waved then turned and headed toward the building. There were two chairs outside the shabby building and he took a seat. I followed him, feeling like he had more to say, just wasn’t sure if he should.
Once I sat, I crossed one ankle over my knee and leaned back. “What’s his story?”
The old man snorted. “What makes you think he has one?”
“Everyone has one.”
He laughed. “Yes, they do.”
“So what’s his?”
The old man took his hat off, and his grey hair blew in the wind as he leaned forward. Like he had a secret to share. I leaned forward, too.
“He belongs to Mrs. Montague.”
I pulled my lip with my teeth. “Mrs. Montague?”
“You’re not from around here?”
I shook my head. “Atlanta, sir.”
“Yeah, should have figured you were a southern boy like him.”
I shivered. “With all due respect, I’m nothing like him, sir.”
He grinned. “I believe you. Have a sense for this kind of thing.”
“Kind of thing?”
“The bad ones.”
“And he’s a bad one?”
“Through and through. No one else sees it though. He charms them with his dazzling smile, exceptional manners, and expensive clothes, but anyone who agrees to do what he has agreed to, has to be bad to the bone.”
Riveted that this man has Simon pegged, I pushed. “What has he agreed to do?”
He pulled a twizzle stick from his pocket and started chewing on it. “Now, this isn’t something that can be broadcasted. I only know about it because of my position. People around here trust me. But I can see in your eyes you’re worried about your girl, so I’m going to put your mind at ease.”
At ease. I doubted that. “Go on.”
“Sidney McCray has been working for Mrs. Montague for over five years, and in that time he’s never dared step out on her, around here, anyway. Not with a male or female.”
I scrubbed my hands down my face. That information didn’t mean shit to me. I didn’t give a flying fuck who he screwed. “That doesn’t really put me at ease.”
He looked confused. “Aren’t you worried he’s trying to go after your girl?”
I looked up. “No, sir, I’m not. I’m worried he’s trying to ruin her.”
His eyes popped. “Well then, I’m not sure his exclusivity clause with Mrs. Montague applies.”
I had to ask. “What exactly is his arrangement with her?”
He looked to the right and then the left. “It’s a little sick if you ask me, but the old woman misses her husband and not the companionship, if you know what I mean.”
I shook my head. “Not really, sure.”
“Christ, son, haven’t you ever had sex?”
My laughter roared. “Yes, sir, I have.”
“Well, she’s a horny old lady who doesn’t care about cock. Sidney was hired for his tongue services. The arrangement is, once a month he comes down here for a three-day stretch, and while he’s here, or so I’m told, he eats her for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”
I cringed right there. He really was a sick fuck.
“Now, I’ve seen the way he looks at my crew, and I think he’s sweet on men, which is why he doesn’t care his only job is to service her pussy.”
This time I choked out loud.
“But you didn’t hear that from me.”
“No, sir.”
“So he travels via boat?”
“Sometimes. Sometimes not.”
Okay, not helpful.
“Mrs. Montague is the richest woman in the Caribbean. She has a jet, a yacht, and is in the process of acquiring an airline.”
“Moongate,” I blurted out.
“Yes,” he laughed. “She even allowed him to rename the boat from the Mr. M, after her dead husband, to that. I’m guessing that entailed snacks between meals.”
I cringed again. “So basically he gets whatever he wants in exchange for making her happy?”
The old man nodded. “But you didn’t hear it from me.”
I pretended to zip my lips and stood, offering my hand. “It was good not talking to you, sir.”
“Likewise.”
Simon had left for Miami. He wouldn’t be back here until next month. At least we had that.
Once I was in my car, I made the call I hadn’t ever expected to make.
“Dr. Kissinger,” he answered. Dr. Jake Kissinger, the white knight who swept Jules Easton off her feet. The girl I had once been engaged to marry, but never actually proposed to, had married him, and as I heard his deep voice, I was happy she had someone she really, truly, loved.
Shit, had I grown or what?
I pulled out of my parking spot. “Jake, it’s Sundance. How are you?”
“Great. How’s the Caribbean?”
The roads were jammed, and traffic was slower than shit. “Can’t complain.”
“You calling for Jules,” he didn’t ask, “I’m in my office, but I can tell her that you called. She probably doesn’t have her phone turned on.”
“No,” I said. “Actually, I wanted to talk to you. I have a favor and if you don’t want to do it, no hard feelings.”
“If I can help, I will. What is it?”
As I jerked to a million sudden stops and let costumed men and women pass in front of me, I told him about Riley Houston. Not that Sadie had run him over; just that she was worried about him. I didn’t want him to be an accomplice if it came to that.
“Give me an hour or so. I’m not on staff at Savannah Memorial, but I can make a few calls.”
As I slammed on the brakes again, I never wished for traffic lights like I did now. “You sure you’re cool with this? It’s not a violation of medical ethics or anything?”
“Don’t sweat it, man. A simple inquiry into a kid’s condition isn’t going to have the medical review board reigning down on me.”
“Okay, great then. Thanks. I really appreciate this.”
“Let’s pray you like what I find out,” he said, and then hung up.
Pray.
Yeah, I would be doing that.
On my knees, if I had to.
CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
SADIE
IT WAS THE LONGEST FOUR hours and thirty-five minutes of my life.
The plane touched down in Atlanta and I practically ran down the runway and into the terminal. It was nearly five, and for once the one-hour time change helped me out.
I picked up the payphone. The weight of the receiver felt foreign and heavy in my grasp. I read the instructions for a collect call and dialed, crossing my fingers she answered.
There were no flights into Savannah today, or ever, so I had to come to Atlanta, and I since I hadn’t paid any bills, I wasn’t sure my credit cards would work. And even if they did, what if there was an alert out for me? I’d rather not chance my name flashing in lights.
“Chloe Carmichael, Hotlanta,” the sweet, sugary voice drawled.
People rushed by me, loud as they spoke, but I ignored the boisterous noise. The name Hotlanta didn’t even make me flinch. “Chloe, it’s Sadie.”
“Sadie, how are you? I’ve wanted to call you so many times but—”
I cut her off. “I need your help. Can you come pick me up at the airport and bring me a pair of jeans and sneakers? And I need to borrow your car.”
She hesitated.
“Remember when you said if there was ever anything you could do for me? Well, this is it.”
“Sure,” she said. “I’ll leave now. Is everything okay?”
“No, it’s not. Please hurry.”
I had a four-hour drive to Moon Island to look forward to, so I hoped she hustled.
And by hustle, I meant drive like the freaking wind.
CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
JAXSON
THE OWNER OF THE BED and breakfast stopped me as soon as I arrived and by the look on his face, I knew he didn’t have good news.
“I saw her twice this morning, but when I brought up lunch, she didn’t answer. I tried again later and again no answer. I know no one went up, so I assume she’s asleep.”
“Thanks for checking on her,” I told him.
I climbed the steps to our suite and I could feel the tension in my gut ratcheting up a notch.
I hoped she was either showering or sleeping but hope felt like a huge stretch of the word. Prayed. Wished.
I opened the door to find the room empty.
She’d run.
She told me she was a runner. I just thought I was different. That I wasn’t someone she would run from.
My blood went cold even as rage built inside me when I thought about how stupid I was. I told her to wait for me. That we’d figure this out together. Why could she never listen to one fucking thing?
I crossed the space and stared down at the bed. At a note. Her phone. And a yellow ribbon.
My shoulders sagged and all my pent-up rage deflated as I read the words she’d written.
I sat on the bed, thinking about her out there alone and that madman in Miami so much closer to her than I was. There was no way I wasn’t going after her. And she was crazy if she thought I was going to let her go through this alone. I would stand beside her in the courtroom. Visit her in jail. Wait for her until my dying day.
Goddamn it, she was mine, and I wasn’t letting her go.<
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My stomach dropped as I imagined what she’d find when she got to Savannah. Alone. Upset. And with no one to help her.
I looked at the time. It was after five, and I knew I wouldn’t get a flight out until the morning.
“Fuckkkkkkkk,” I shouted. “Why did you leave your goddamn phone?”
I knew why, of course—she was cutting me out of her life.
Sorry sweetheart, that wasn’t happening.
My cell rang, and I pulled it from my pocket thinking it was Jake, but it was Finn. “Hey, man, perfect timing.”
The line was full of static, and the background noise made it hard to hear. “Hey, I’m at a fight, but I just got an interesting ping.”
“Ping?”
“Yeah, I set up an alert on our friend Sidney McCray.”
“What did you find out?”
“How about the FBI have his condo under surveillance, but they aren’t looking for him, they’re looking for Wade Crestwell.”
“Another alias?”
“Nope. Simon/Sidney’s husband.”
“He has a husband?” It wasn’t too much of a shock.
“Yep, from what I could find out they were married in Florida as soon as same-sex marriage was legalized. They also have a son. Well, Wade does.”
I felt the tick in my jaw pulse. “Go on.”
“Ironically enough, it was his nine-year-old son that put him on the FBI radar.”
“What about Simon?”
“He’s not even on their radar as Sidney but Simon has an old Persons-of-Interest tag from six years ago for scamming older women, but a warrant was never issued since they couldn’t find him.”
Six years.
He’s been with Montague for five. He must have traded older women in the States for one very wealthy woman in the Caribbean. “You’re telling me we know Sidney and Simon are the same person and the FBI does not?”
“Bingo! According to what I could find, Wade is wanted in a long list of financial scams involving older women, but they haven’t fingered Sidney yet. However, it’s only Wade’s most recent scam that got him caught. So it’s only a matter of time.”
I stood up and started to pace the room. “What did they do?”
