“What’s the matter?” Summer cried.
Seth was pointing up at the patch of blue overhead. “What am I? An idiot? A moron?”
“Seth, what is it?”
“The speargun,” he said. “The speargun. Jeez, am I slow sometimes. There’s about twenty feet of rope on our side of the cave-in. We cut it, tie it around the spear shaft, and fire the spear up through the hole. If we’re lucky it will wedge in the hole and we can climb up.”
Summer stared at him. “That hole is too small for us to fit through.”
“I know.” He bit his lip. “But it’s something. It’s better than doing nothing.”
Ten feverish minutes later, they were ready. Seth had used the last few minutes of air in his tank to retrieve the available rope. The yellow nylon cord was now tied firmly to the spear.
“Here goes nothing,” Seth said. He took careful aim and fired the spear. On the first two attempts it missed and clattered futilely off the rock.
On the third try it sailed up, straight through the patch of sky.
Like the red ball, Summer realized. Like the little boy’s red ball.
Marquez leaned over the side of the boat and plunged her face into the water. She kept her entire head under for a few seconds, letting the warm salt water soak her hair. Then she pulled back. The water had done nothing to wake her up. Maybe if it had been cold water…
She was bleary and exhausted. J.T. was no better. The two of them were depressed and miserable and stunned into stupidity. For most of the long, long night they had bickered and snapped at each other. But now they were both too tired for that.
“I don’t see anything here,” J.T. said. He was on the bow of the boat they’d borrowed from J.T.’s father, surveying the island through binoculars. “No boat. Nothing on the beach. There’s what may be some footprints in the sand, but that isn’t going to help us.”
“Just like the others,” Marquez said grimly. They had spent the night racing from one far-flung islet to the next. The more J.T. thought about it, the more plausible places he’d come up with where Seth and Summer might have gone. They had covered miles of black water under a starry sky. Miles without sleep and with less hope.
“Let’s call the Coast Guard again,” Marquez said. “Maybe they’ve found something.”
“Go ahead,” J.T. said.
Marquez keyed the radio handset and called the now-familiar signal for the Coast Guard station on Key West. “Hi, it’s me again,” she said without preliminary. They knew her by now.
The answer came, scratchy and metallic. “Ma’am, I do now have some data. We just got a message from the cutter. They’ve found a boat answering the description you gave.”
Marquez’s heart leapt. J.T. came running back to her. “They did?” Marquez asked shakily.
“Yes, ma’am. It was capsized out in the channel, about nine miles southeast of Geiger Key. It looks like it may have been struck by a passing ship.”
“Oh, my God,” Marquez said.
“We’re conducting an air and sea search in that area, looking for survivors.”
“Oh, no,” Marquez whispered. She handed the handset to J.T., who thanked the Coast Guardsman and signed off. Marquez collapsed on the vinyl-padded bench.
“It doesn’t mean they’re dead,” J.T. said. “They could still be alive.”
“Can you—” she pleaded. “Can you feel anything? I mean, do you have a sense that, one way or the other…?”
J.T. looked sad. “Marquez, I told you. I don’t really think I have some kind of psychic connection with Summer. Maybe she is my sister. But I can’t do what you think I can.” He sat beside her, miserable. “I wish I could.”
Marquez patted his leg. “I don’t even believe in stuff like that. Superstition and all.”
He put his arm around her.
“This is bad,” Marquez said.
“Yeah. This is bad,” he agreed.
“You know, I don’t like getting into other people’s messes,” she said.
“I may have known that about you,” J.T. said ironically.
Marquez managed a slight smile. “Yes, I guess you did know that about me. And now, look. It’s me who’s dragged you into this mess. I could have kept my mouth shut. You’d have been sad, I mean, you knew Summer from work. But now it’s like, you kind of find this sister, and then—”
“Don’t give up yet,” J.T. said.
“No, I won’t give—Wait a second. Did you see that?”
“What?”
Marquez frowned and shook her head. No, she was just sleepy. Sleepy and seeing things that weren’t there.
20
All Together Now: Hmm…
Summer climbed the rope. She was lighter than Seth, and smaller. She was more likely to fit through the tiny hole.
She used the gloves from her wet suit to help her grip with her hands. The hard part was gripping the slippery rope with her bare legs. The climb was difficult—nearly twenty feet straight up, though Seth was able to help lift her the first few feet.
Her arms were burning by the time she reached the top. The patch of blue grew larger, closer. Soon she would reach it, and then—
The spear bent in two. The rope collapsed. Summer fell, screaming in surprise and anger.
Seth caught most of her weight, and both of them fell to the floor of the cave. The bent spear clattered down and fell beside them. The coil of rope looped over them.
“Oh, God, can’t anything work out?” Summer cried. She buried her face in her hands and began sobbing.
Seth seemed crushed. He said nothing, just hung his head.
A long time passed with no sound but Summer’s soft sobbing and the plop of curious fish in the water.
“There’s still hope…” Seth began to say, but then he seemed unable to carry the thought any further.
“Hey. Anyone down there?”
For a moment Summer did not believe she’d heard it.
She looked up. The patch of blue was dark.
“Hey! Yes! We’re down here!” Summer yelled.
“Is that you, Summer?”
“Marquez?” Summer said incredulously. “Marquez? Is that you?”
“Like I’m going to leave you here and end up having to work all your shifts? What the hell are you guys doing down there?”
“Eating sushi,” Summer yelled back, convulsing with relieved laughter. Seth swept her up in his arms and spun her around again and again.
“Eating sushi? Is that supposed to mean something?” Marquez asked J.T.
It took only twenty minutes for the Coast Guard helicopter to arrive. The Guardsmen used picks and shovels to widen the hole in the top of the cave. Then they lowered a harness on the end of a winch.
The light in the real world was blinding after the cave. Summer could not open her eyes at all for several minutes while Marquez hugged her and J.T. hugged her and various unknown Coast Guard guys hugged her.
Finally she scrunched open one eye and saw Marquez, looking ratty but beautiful. J.T. was standing there, looking unusually shy.
“How are you guys?” Marquez asked.
“Great,” Seth said. “Excellent fun. We’ll really have to do this again someday, like when hell freezes over. By the way, did you guys see the boat?”
“No. The boat got loose. I hope it’s insured,” J.T. explained. “I guess it got in the way of a tanker.”
“So how did you find us? I mean, how did you even know we were here?” Seth asked.
“Marquez saw something come flying up out of the ground, right here,” J.T. said. “She said it looked like an arrow with a yellow snake attached. We were just getting ready to give up.”
“As for how we picked this island…” Marquez said. She looked at J.T. He nodded, giving her his permission.
“What?” Summer asked.
“I thought maybe J.T. might have some instinct about the right place,” Marquez said.
“Actually, it turned out I didn’t,” J.T. said,
grinning crookedly.
“But…” Marquez took a deep breath. “Look, I don’t know if this is the right time to lay this on you, Summer, but I have an idea that…I mean, there’s all these reasons to think that…” She looked to J.T. again.
J.T. looked down at the ground. “Summer, I think it’s possible that I am…your brother. I think I may be Jonathan.”
Diana whistled as she poured herself a cup of coffee in a travel mug.
Her mother came into the kitchen looking early-morning grumpy. “Oh, good, you made coffee.”
“Yes. I did,” Diana said.
Her mother eyed her suspiciously. “You’re awfully cheerful.”
“Am I? Well, I’m anticipating an excellent day.”
“Uh-huh. Not still angry with me?” her mother asked.
Diana smiled coolly and walked away.
“Diana, what are you doing?” Mallory demanded, sounding alarmed.
Diane left her behind, still yapping, and went out to her car. She drove through town and onto the highway, heading south to Key West. It really was a stunningly beautiful day, she realized. Just because almost every day was beautiful was no reason not to appreciate this one.
She pulled off the highway and into the parking lot of the state police barracks. Senator Merrick might think he owned the local police. He didn’t own the state police.
At the front desk a sharply uniformed officer smiled at her, not quite flirting, but definitely friendly. Diana smiled back.
“What can I do for you, miss?”
“Beautiful out, isn’t it?” Diana said.
“Yes, miss, it certainly is. Can I help you?”
“I’m here to report a crime,” Diana said.
“Oh. What crime?”
Diana considered. “I think it’s called attempted rape. Also, hitting. What’s that? Like assault and battery? That, too.”
The trooper’s eyes grew serious. The smile was gone. “You’re charging someone with attempted rape?”
“Not just someone,” Diana corrected. “Ross Merrick.”
“Merrick, as in—”
“Yes. That Merrick.” Diana opened her purse and handed the trooper the videocassette. “And the really cool thing is, I have a full confession right here.”
Diver sat in Summer’s empty house, feeling like an intruder. It was odd how much this place seemed to belong to her now. It had been all his for a long time, till she had come.
He’d felt even stranger standing here the other day with all three girls—Summer, Marquez, Diana. He hadn’t felt right ever since. Not since he had seen her. She had popped up again and again in his thoughts since then, adding her own subtle influences to the troubled, uneasy feeling he now had over Summer.
He looked around. He had to admit, she’d fixed it up. There were curtains now. The smell of mildew was mostly gone. She’d put up posters and things.
He looked at the picture by her bed. He’d looked at the picture before—Summer’s parents. It was an interesting picture. It showed her life when she was back in her home, what it was like there.
He hoped Summer was okay. It would be terribly sad for the people in the picture if something had happened to her. But though he had been worried all night, troubled by strange, frightening, incomprehensible dreams, he felt better now, as if somehow the light of day had chased away all fear.
The people in the picture seemed all right to him. Like Summer herself. The house in the background looked pleasant, as well. A yard. A badminton net. A barbecue grill. Grass. A nice place to play.
A place where a kid could play ball.
With a red ball.
august
1
All You Need Is Air, Water, Food, and…a Little Revenge.
When Summer woke up, she was in a large helicopter, strapped onto a stretcher, surrounded by a gallery of concerned faces.
“What?” Summer said, frowning.
“I said, you’re awake!” Marquez yelled, making herself heard over the vibrating, thumping roar of the helicopter’s engines.
“I know,” Summer said. “I know when I’m awake. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Because you passed out,” Marquez said.
“No way.” Summer tried to sit up, couldn’t, and looked down at the red webbing strap that went across her chest like a seat belt. “Oh. What happened?”
“It was very Gone with the Wind!” Marquez said, shouting to be heard. “You zoned. You went out.”
“Here,” Seth said. He was holding a canteen to her lips. “Water.”
Summer took it in greedy mouthfuls, not an easy thing to manage since she was lying on her back. When she was done she smiled at Seth. “Excellent. Much better than trying to lick condensation.”
“They have food too,” Seth said, saying the word food the way very hungry people say it.
“Can I get unstrapped?” Summer asked the nearest Guardsman.
“Um, sure, I guess,” he said. He unfastened the strap, and she sat up, gazing around the inside of the helicopter. It was very spare, just bare aluminum and big yellow-and-black warning signs advertising various dangerous things.
The door was partly open, letting in damp, superheated air, and through the opening she could look down and see the perfect blue-green waters of the Gulf of Mexico zipping by a hundred feet down. The sun blazed, as it usually did in these islands beyond the southernmost tip of Florida. It would have been a beautiful sight at any time, but at the moment it was even more moving, and almost as beautiful as the ham and cheese sandwich Seth handed her.
“Don’t scarf it too fast,” Seth advised, putting his lips to her ear so she could hear him. He wanted to be close to her, and she wanted him to be close too.
“Food,” Summer said reverently between bites. “Food. Food is so good. Air and water and food, that’s all that matters. If you have air and water and food, you should just shut up and be happy.”
“They’ll have us back on Crab Claw Key in just a few minutes,” Seth said. He leaned close again and stroked Summer’s blond hair, now matted with dried salt and somewhat less than Herbal Essence clean.
Summer leaned into him, pressed her cheek against his warm, bare chest, and circled him with her free arm. She continued eating. “We made it,” she said.
“Yeah. Thanks to Marquez and J.T. and the Coast Guard,” Seth said, carefully including everyone.
Summer gave him a kiss that was partly flavored with mustard. He looked as if he wanted to continue the kiss, but Summer had her priorities, and priority number one was finishing the sandwich and moving on to the package of Hostess cream-filled cupcakes she’d spotted in the plastic bag the Coast Guard had provided.
And then it came back to her: J.T.
He was sitting a little back from the knot of bodies, leaning forward in a red webbing seat, watching her with an intense, prying, skeptical expression. He was looking past her, in a way, or through her.
Their eyes met. Summer’s eyes were blue. So were J.T.’s. His hair, like hers, was blond. They certainly looked as if they could be brother and sister. But there were a lot of blue-eyed blonds in the world. They weren’t all part of the Smith family of Bloomington, Minnesota.
And if he really was Jonathan…She felt as if she might faint again. Fainting might be easier than coming to grips with reality…if J.T. was Jonathan. If Jonathan was alive.
If J.T. really was Jonathan…The incredible hugeness of the idea hit her with sudden force. No wonder she’d fainted. It would mean so much. To her parents, and to his parents, who now would not really be his parents anymore, who might in fact be kidnappers.
“Mom and Dad,” Summer whispered, lost in her own careening thoughts. How could she tell them? What could she tell them? This was impossible. She stared hard at J.T. Was this some kind of a joke? Was this his idea of funny?
Summer reached for the cupcakes and tore open the plastic. She was still hungry. But she got no pleasure from the food. Monumental, endless, unpredictable reperc
ussions…Some people would come out feeling that their lives had suddenly changed for the better, and others might be destroyed.
J.T. must have been thinking much the same thing. He shrugged and made a worried who-knows face.
Summer met his gaze and tried for a reassuring smile that never formed. Are you my brother? she wondered. Are you Jonathan?
And in J.T.’s eyes, so like her own, she saw the same question: Am I Jonathan? Am I your brother?
“What are we going to do?” Summer asked him.
“I don’t know,” J.T. admitted.
“My parents…” Summer let the thought hang there. J.T. understood.
“Yeah. Mine too. I mean, my folks, my…I think of them as my parents, you know?”
Seth cleared his throat tentatively. “Um, look, this is none of my business, but Summer has had a really bad time here. And so have I. And I think maybe this whole thing should be put on hold for a while. You know, let everyone get some sleep? You don’t have to make any decisions right this minute.”
Summer felt deep relief. Too much relief. She should not want to avoid reality. But she saw the same relief reflected in J.T.’s eyes.
“Maybe, yes,” J.T. said, “maybe we’d better chill for a while. See what’s what before we jump to any big conclusions.”
“Yeah,” Summer said. She still felt a little guilty. But the relief outweighed the guilt. There was plenty of time to examine this explosive possibility. Plenty of time.
Seth stroked her hair. Summer smiled at him. For many hours in the dark she had been unable to see his face clearly. It was a wonderful face.
She pulled him close till his ear was next to her lips. “I love you,” she said.
“It wasn’t just the cave?” he asked, serious as usual. “Maybe you just wanted me to die happy.”
Summer started to kiss him. She didn’t care if the Coast Guard guys grinned and Marquez rolled her eyes. But J.T. was still watching her, dissecting her with his eyes. So she gave Seth a brief kiss on his cheek and tried to remind herself that all she needed to be happy was air and water and food.