The phone rang, disturbing Delanie's peace. The sun, the surf, and the pool made the island perfect. She didn't want to be bothered. She rolled over in the lounge chair, unsure if she should answer the offensive thing.



The phone stopped ringing and Delanie sighed with relief. With a twist of her shoulders she laid out flat on the chair, happy to have peace.



The phone rang again. She reached for the receiver and pushed talk. "What?"



"Delanie, thank God you are fine."



"Mimi, why are you calling me?"



"I was worried."



"I was asleep." Delanie checked her watch, it was seven in the evening. "Why are you calling me?"



"Amanda is missing."



"Who?"



"Amanda, you know that music client at my firm."



Delanie tried to remember who Amanda was but she couldn't even bring her to mind. "Why are you calling me about it. I don't even know the chic."



"Don't you get it? She's missing."



"What does this have to do with me?"



"Delanie, she's young, beautiful and in the Bahamas."



"She wasn't on my island. Plus, isn't she a bit flaky."



"Ha, you do remember her."



"Only a little, all I remember is she flaked last year. She probably just jetted off to Miami or France. Didn't she go missing last year?"



"Yes, but that was different."



"Really?"



"You have no idea. This time she really is missing. Last time it was a publicity stunt I knew about."



"I'm sure someone knows about it. Now please, I'm tired. I'm going to bed."



"Delanie, it's only three in the afternoon. Are you sick."



"No and it's not west coast time here. Also, I've been exercising a ton. I have a load of stuff I have to do, and I find that I do those things best in the middle of the night."



"Really, what are you talking about?"



"Noting, I'm just enjoying being alone."



"Just watch yourself. Someone is out there, I'm sure of it. Don't trust anyone. What if some guy is prowling around killing women."



"Sounds like a plot for a movie."



"No plot, just reality," Mimi huffed.



"Okay, fine I'll be careful. But who the heck is going to come to my island and bug me? I'm going to eat a quick bite and go to bed."



Delanie hung-up the phone and closed her eyes. Maybe she could take a nap here then go to bed later. Scary images filled her thoughts and her mind worked overtime, no way would se be able to sleep now thanks to Mimi.



She grunted and sat up, looking at the sky. The scent of rain blanked the island. Delanie turned around and saw the huge clouds. Wind blasted across the pool, blowing palm fronds to the ground. Great, a storm was coming.

Copyright Sara Thacker 2011