the front door。 Unit B。 His first visit had been to Unit A。 They appeared to be identical； except for the paint and trim。 The key fit； and they grabbed and threw luggage as the clouds burst and the rain grew thicker。
Once inside and dry； they unpacked in the master bedroom upstairs with a long balcony facing the wet beach。 Cautious with their words； they inspected the town house and checked out each room and closet。 The refrigerator was empty； but the bar was very well stocked。 Mitch mixed two drinks； rum and Coke； in honor of the islands。 They sat on the balcony with their feet in the rain and watched the ocean churn and spill toward the shore。 Rumheads was quiet and barely visible in the distance。 Two natives sat at the bar； drinking and watching the sea。
〃That's Rumheads over there；〃 Mitch said； pointing with his drink。
〃Rumheads？〃
〃I told you about it。 It's a hot spot where tourists drink and the locals play dominoes。〃
〃I see。〃 Abby was unimpressed。 She yawned and sank lower into the plastic chair。 She closed her eyes。
〃Oh； this is great； Abby。 Our first trip out of the country； our first real honeymoon； and you're asleep ten minutes after we hit land。〃
〃I'm tired； Mitch。 I packed all night while you were sleeping。〃
〃You packed eight suitcases…six for you and two for me。 You packed every garment we own。 No wonder you were awake all night。〃
〃I don't want to run out of clothes。〃
〃Run out？ How many bikinis did you pack？ Ten？ Twelve？〃
〃Six。〃
〃Great。 One a day。 Why don't you put one on？〃
〃What？〃
〃You heard me。 Go put on that little blue one with high legs and a couple of strings around front； the one that weighs half a gram and cost sixty bucks and your buns hang out when you walk。 I wanna see it。〃
〃Mitch； it's raining。 You've brought me here to this island during the monsoon season。 Look at those clouds。 Dark and thick and extremely stationary。 I won't need any bikinis this week。〃
Mitch smiled and began rubbing her legs。 〃I rather like the rain。 In fact； I hope it rains all week。 It'll keep us inside； in the bed； sipping rum and trying to hurt each other。〃
〃I'm shocked。 You mean you actually want sex？ We've already done it once this month。〃
〃Twice。〃
〃I thought you wanted to snorkel and scuba…dive all week。〃
〃Nope。 There's probably a shark out there waiting for me。〃
The winds blew harder and the balcony was being drenched。 〃Let's go take off our clothes；〃 Mitch said。
After an hour； the storm began to move。 The rain slackened； then turned to a soft drizzle； then it was gone。 The sky lightened as the dark； low clouds left the tiny island and headed northeast； toward Cuba。 Shortly before its scheduled departure over the horizon； the sun suddenly emerged for a brief encore。 It emptied the beach cottages and town homes and condos and hotel rooms as the tourists strolled through the sand toward the water。 Rumheads was suddenly packed with dart throwers and thirsty beachbers。 The domino game picked up where it had left off。 The reggae band next door at the Palms tuned up。
Mitch and Abby walked aimlessly along the edge of the water in the general direction of Georgetown； away from the spot where the girl had been。 He thought of her occasionally； and of the photographs。 He had decided she was a pro and had been paid by DeVasher to seduce and conquer him〃 in front of the hidden cameras。 He did not expect to see her this time。
As if on cue； the music stopped； the beach strollers froze and watched； the noise at Rumheads quietened as all eyes turned to watch the sun meet the water。 Gray and white clouds； the trailing remnants of the storm； lay low on the horizon and sank with the sun。 Slowly they turned shades of orange and yellow and red； pale shades at first； then； suddenly； brilliant tones。 For a few brief moments； the sky was a canvas and the sun splashed its awesome array of colors with bold strokes。 Then the bright orange ball touched the water and within seconds was gone。 The clouds became black and dissipated。 A Cayman sunset。
With great fear and caution； Abby slowly maneuvered the jeep through the early…morning traffic in the shopping district。 She was from Kentucky。 She had never driven on the left side of the road for any substantial period of time。 Mitch gave directions and watched the rearview mirror。 The narrow streets and sidewalks were already crowded with tourists window…shopping for duty…free china； crystal； perfume； cameras and jewelry。
Mitch pointed to a hidden side street； and the jeep darted between two groups of tourists。 He kissed her on the cheek。 〃I'll meet you right here at five。〃
〃Be careful；〃 she said。 〃I'll go to the bank； then stay on the beach near the condo。〃
He slammed the door and disappeared between two small shops。 The alley led to a wider street that led to Hogsty Bay。 He ducked into a crowded T…shirt store filled with racks and rows of tourist shirts and straw hats and sunglasses。 He selected a gaudy green…and…orange flowered shirt and a Panama hat。 Two minutes later he darted from the store into the back seat of a passing taxi。 〃Airport；〃 he said。 〃And make it quick。 Watch your tail。 Someone may be following。〃
The driver made no response； just eased past the bank buildings and out of town。 Ten minutes later he stopped in front of the terminal。
〃Anybody follow us？〃 Mitch asked； pulling money from his pocket。
〃No； mon。 Four dollars and ten cents。〃
Mitch threw a five over the seat and walked quickly into the terminal。 The Cayman Airways flight to Cayman Brae would leave at nine。 At a gift shop Mitch bought a cup of coffee and hid between two rows of shelves filled with souvenirs。 He watched the waiting area and saw no one。 Of course； he had no idea what they looked like； but he saw no one sniffing around and searching for lost people。 Perhaps they were following the jeep or bing the shopping district looking for him。 Perhaps。
For seventy…five Cayman dollars he had reserved the last seat on the ten…passenger； three…engine Trislandef。 Abby had made the reservation by pay phone the night they arrived。 At the last possible second； he jogged from the terminal onto the tarmac and climbed on board。 The pilot slammed and locked the doors； and they taxied down the runway。 No other planes were visible。 A small hangar sat to the right。
The ten tourists admired the brilliant blue sea and said little during the twenty…minute flight。 As they approached Cayman Brae； the pilot became the tour guide and made a wide circle around the small island。 He pajd special attention to the tall bluffs that fell into the sea on the east end。 Without the bluffs； he said； the island would be as flat as Grand Cayman。 He landed the plane softly on a narrow asphalt strip。
Next to the small white frame building with the word AIRPORT painted on all sides； a clean…cut Caucasian waited and watched the passengers quickly disembark。 He was Rick Acklin； Special Agent； and sweat dripped from his nose and glued his shirt to his back。 He stepped slightly forward。 〃Mitch；〃 he said almost to himself。
Mitch hesitated and then walked over。
〃Car's out front；〃 Acklin said。
〃Where's Tarrance？〃 Mitch looked around。
〃He's waiting。〃
〃Does the car have air conditioning？〃
〃Afraid not。 Sorry。〃
The car was minus air； power anything and signal lights。 It was a 1974 LTD； and Acklin explained as they followed the dusty road that there simply was not much of a selection of rental cars on Cayman Brae。 And the reason the U。S。 government had rented the car was because he and Tarrance had been unable to find a taxi。 They were lucky to find a room； on such late notice。
The small neat homes were closer together； and sea appeared。 They parked in the sand parking lot of an establishment called Brae Divers。 An aging pier jutted into the water and anchored a hundred boats of all sizes。 To the west along the beach a dozen thatched…roof cabins sat two feet above the sand and housed divers who came from around the world。 Next to the pier was an open…air bar； nameless； but plete with a domino game and a dartboard。 Oak…and…brass fans hung from the ceiling through the rafters a