A Distant Shore Karen Kingsbury (fantasy books to read .TXT) 📖

Blue Breeze Yacht Club sat at the north side of this nearly hidden sandy shoreline. Jack had gone there first after his brief time at the Palace. Not because he had a yacht in port on this trip. Stopping by the Blue Breeze was to legitimize Jack’s visit. Nothing more.

Just another young millionaire with time on his hands and admission to his daddy’s club—and the Palace. A chosen millionaire, set to marry Anders McMillan’s beautiful daughter. To anyone paying attention, a short visit to the club made perfect sense.

The FBI was betting Jack’s life on it.

Jack chugged back a couple sparkling waters and lime. “My old man drinks like a fish,” Jack had told the bartender earlier. He could feel feigned arrogance seeping through every pore of his body. “I promised him I’d be different. So, I don’t drink.” He patted his abs. His six-pack was visible through his T-shirt. “Too many carbs.”

There was truth to this story. Henry Thomas Ellington III had been to the club years back and he had, in fact, drunk too much. Now he was dying from his choices. Also, his son really was a health fanatic.

Playing the part of a millionaire playboy with a planned visit later that night to the Palace took all of Jack’s acting ability. He loathed everything about this part of his job. When he wasn’t talking to the other club members, he was talking to himself. You’re saving young girls, Jack. Keep your head. Keep smiling.

He stayed at the club for an hour, chatting with a handful of members. Long enough to validate his story. He was Henry Thomas Ellington IV, and he was about to marry Eliza. About to join two of the most powerful crime families in the Western Hemisphere.

When he’d put in his time, Jack walked back to his Porsche and climbed inside. He checked his phone. Nothing from Oliver. No change of plans from the other operatives in town. He glanced at the time. He needed to get to the beach. If possible, the goal was to make contact with Eliza. But only if a meeting seemed natural. A quick stop at his hotel and he was ready for the water.

Jack parked the car at the beach lot, and walked down a narrow path toward the water. Most of the city had no sandy shoreline. Just a steel railing and a rock border. Typically tourists drove or flew the extra nearly two hundred miles south to the Placencia Peninsula, home of some of the prettiest beaches in the world. Jack and his family had vacationed there every year except the one time when…

He didn’t finish the thought.

This stretch of sand just outside Belize City was only a few hundred yards long and hard to find off the main road. Tourists usually considered it a private beach. Just a small parking lot and a grove of palm trees that opened up to the beach, all of it nestled at the base of a mountain plateau a few hundred feet up from the sand.

The place where the Palace stood.

Members from the Blue Breeze were the main beachgoers here. Oh, and Anders McMillan’s captives. Especially Eliza. Intelligence from other operatives had told Jack that Eliza came here at the same time every day. Her armed guards walked her halfway down the mountainside and waited there. She would walk the rest of the steep path by herself and for two or three hours she could sit in the sun and read or swim in the warm, clear water.

But Henry Thomas Ellington IV wouldn’t have known any of that.

So Jack had to act totally unaware of Eliza. He didn’t look around as he reached the clearing. Memorized instructions played in his head. Walk straight to the water. Casually turn left and count out fifty yards. If she’s not there, she’s twenty yards up the sand in the shade of the palm trees. Whatever you do, don’t look around. Her guards will be watching.

Jack wore Tommy Bahama khaki shorts and a dark blue tank top. He worked out two hours a day and it showed. His body was part of the job. He carried a backpack over one shoulder, a beach chair over the other, and an oversized towel. Focus, Jack. Don’t look for Eliza. Keep your eyes straight ahead.

He was definitely being watched. Jack could feel the eyes on him.

As soon as he reached the water and turned he spotted her. Ten yards down the beach, sitting in a low-slung chair reading; her pale hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail. Feet in the gentle surf. Jack slowed as he approached her.

Their eyes met and Eliza took off her sunglasses and stared at him. “My groom.”

Jack hated this. “I was. I… um…” He looked up the beach a ways and back at her. Play the part, he told himself. “I didn’t think I’d see you till tonight.”

“You?” She sneered at him. “You won’t see me. It’s not a date.” Hatred filled her tone. “You and your family… you bought me. It’s a business deal. Tonight you collect your purchase.” Her eyes were steel cold. “There’s a difference.”

Wow. Jack fought every instinct to apologize, to tell Eliza the truth that he would never buy a person. But this was the job, and if the mission was successful, it would save her life and the lives of every teen still being trafficked by Anders McMillan.

There was nothing Jack could say. He shook his head and stared out to sea for a beat. Then he started to walk past her.

“Wait.” Anger rang in her voice. “Why?” She looked him up and down. “Why would you agree to an arranged marriage? Don’t you have a choice?”

Jack felt his muscles tense. He didn’t dare look up the hillside to the place where her guards stood. Eliza had a point, but Jack was ready. “Relationships are messy.” He shrugged and cocked his head. Keep the attitude, he told himself. She’ll expect an attitude. “I’m not