Fatal Disclosure. Sandra Robbins

night he began working in the Memphis restaurant and how he thought he’d never seen a more beautiful girl than Betsy, who was working as hostess. Although he kept telling himself to be careful about becoming too friendly with her, he couldn’t help liking her. In the end, though, he’d made a mess of that friendship like he had every other one he’d ever tried to have.

       He sighed and directed his attention back to Brock Gentry. “What did you say?”

       Brock chuckled. “What are you thinking about? You seem distracted.”

       Mark pushed to his feet and shook his head. “I can’t get Draper out of my mind, and I’m tired. I didn’t sleep much last night. I think I need a cup of coffee.”

       Scott jumped to his feet. “We can take care of that. Lisa keeps the coffee pot ready. Come on to the break room with me. You want some, Brock?”

       Brock shook his head. “No, you two go on. I need to work on this report about Draper’s death.”

       Mark followed Scott into the outer office. The woman who’d been at the dispatcher’s desk entered from a back room with a cup of coffee in her hand. She stopped as Scott approached her, and her eyes sparkled with a message meant for him alone. Scott smiled and leaned toward her.

       “Me, too,” he whispered. Then he cleared his throat and straightened. “Uh, Mark, this is my wife, Lisa. We’re still newlyweds. I can’t believe this gorgeous woman would marry a guy like me.”

       Mark smiled. “Congratulations. It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Michaels. I’m Mark Webber.”

       The smile on her face disappeared, and her eyes narrowed. “I’ve heard a lot about you, Mr. Webber. From Betsy. She’s not only my sister-in-law, she’s a good friend. And I might add, she’s a wonderful woman.”

       “I couldn’t agree with you more.”

       Scott raised his hand to his mouth to cover a slight cough. “I told Mark I’d get him a cup of coffee. Is there any left?”

       Lisa Michaels pursed her lips, nodded, and walked back to her desk. Mark took a step to follow Scott into the break room but stopped when the front door opened. A man in cutoff jeans, a T-shirt and a floppy straw hat strolled into the room and sauntered over to where Mark and Scott stood.

       The man pushed his long gray hair behind his ear and grinned at Scott. “I heard there was some trouble out to the Point this morning. You got any idea who shot that feller?”

       Scott sighed. “Mark, meet Grady Teach. He’s always the first to know whatever happens on the island, and he likes to spread the word. Grady, this is Mark Webber. He’s vacationing on the island.”

       “Glad to meet you.” Grady grinned, and his tongue poked through a gap in the bottom row of his teeth. “Now about that feller that got shot. I happened to be at the health center when Arnold brought the body in, and I heard Doc talking ’bout how they didn’t know who he was. So I offered to look and see if I knew him.”

       Scott arched an eyebrow. “Now, Grady. Don’t tell me Doc let you look at the body?”

       Grady waved a hand in dismissal. “Well, he may not have known I looked, but I told him afterward I’d seen that feller over at the Blue Pelican a few nights ago. He was a-sittin’ at the bar like he was waitin’ for somebody.”

       “Had you ever seen him there before?” Scott asked.

       “No, but it seems like I saw him somewhere else. If I think of it, I’ll let you know. You got any idea who he is?”

       Scott shook his head, put his hand on Grady’s shoulder and ushered him to the door. “I’ve got nothing to tell you, Grady, but thanks for stopping by and let me know if you think of anything else.”

       When the door closed behind Grady, Scott turned around. “I’ll tell Brock we need to check out the Blue Pelican and see if anybody knows who Draper met there. Grady always knows just enough to try and find out more. He’s faster than a text message when it comes to spreading gossip. Now how about that coffee?”

       Mark shook his head. “I think I’ll pass. Maybe I’ll get some later. I need to talk to my superiors and see where we go from here.”

       Scott nodded. “See you later.”

       Mark nodded to Lisa, who glanced up as he strode toward the door, exited the police station and hurried to his car. Once inside he pulled out his cell phone and dialed the DEA office in Raleigh. Moments later he was connected with his superior and related the account of John Draper’s death.

       “What about this girl who was with him?” the special agent in charge asked.

       Mark hesitated before he answered. “She’s a local artist. She says he didn’t give her anything, and I’ve told you what she said were his last words.”

       “I don’t know, Mark. There may be something she’s forgotten. I think you need to question her again.”

       “I don’t think that’s necessary. I believed her.”

       “Nevertheless, I’m telling you to talk to her. Don’t give up until you know for sure. Understand?” The voice vibrated with authority, and Mark knew it would no good to argue.

       He sighed. “Okay, whatever you say. I’ll keep you posted.”

       Mark ended the call and started the engine. Where was it Betsy said she was going? Some cemetery, but where?

       He pulled into the street and spotted Grady Teach standing on the sidewalk outside the Coffee Cup. Mark pulled to the curb and rolled down his window. “Hey, Grady. I met you over at the sheriff’s office a few minutes ago, and I wondered if you can help me.”

       Grady sauntered over to the car and leaned against the door. “What with?”

       “A friend of mine was going to some special cemetery this morning, but I’ve forgotten the name.”

       “Oh, that’s easy. All the tourists want to see the British Cemetery. Take Highway 12 until you come to British Cemetery Road and turn left. Can’t miss it.”

       “Thanks, Grady.” Mark waved and rolled the window up.

       Taking a deep breath, Mark eased down on the accelerator. His boss was right. He needed to question Betsy more and see if there was something she’d forgotten. He didn’t want to intrude into her life, but a DEA agent had been killed. She might know something that would help them find the killer. Another thought struck him. She also might know something that would put her in danger. If so, he needed to find the killer as quickly as possible.

      * * *

       His fingers tightened on the cell phone when the name flashed on the caller ID. He pressed the phone to his ear. “Do you have it?”

       “No. There was a problem.”

       He sank down in his desk chair and wiped at the perspiration that popped out on his forehead. “What do you mean there was a problem?”

       “Draper is dead, but he got out of the forest before we could reach him. We followed his trail out to the Point, but there was a woman with him. I had her in my sights and was about to shoot when this guy ran out of the forest. We heard her say the police were on their way. We couldn’t risk sticking around.”

       He jumped to his feet, and the chair tipped backward and landed on the floor. “But you could risk the police finding what Draper had?”

       The sigh that answered his question chilled his blood. “What Draper had is your problem. We were only trying to help you out. Our friends sent us here to make sure this next shipment gets to the mainland. After that, you’re the one who’s going to have to answer to why you couldn’t stop a DEA agent when you found him rifling through your office files.”

       His heart slammed against his chest. “You don’t have to remind me. I need to recover whatever Draper found out. I’ll make it well