jg.thepelicanbrief-第83部分
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AFTER EIGHT DAYS in the sun； the skin was brown enough and the hair was returning to its natural color。 Maybe she hadn't ruined it。 She walked miles up and down the beaches and ate nothing but broiled fish and island fruit。 She slept a lot the first few days； then got tired of it。
She had spent the first night in San Juan； where she found a travel agent who claimed to be an expert on the Virgin Islands。 The lady found a small room in a guest house in downtown Charlotte Amalie； on the island of St。 Thomas。 Darby wanted crowds and lots of traffic on narrow streets； at least for a couple of days。 Charlotte Amalie was perfect。 The guest house was on a hillside； four blocks away from the harbor； and her tiny room was on the third floor。 There were no shutters or curtains on the cracked window； and the sun woke her the first morning； a sensuous wake…up call that summoned her to the window and displayed for her the majesty of the harbor。 It was breathtaking。 A dozen cruise ships of all sizes sat perfectly still in the shimmering water。 They stretched in a careless formation almost to the horizon。 In the foreground； near the pier； a hundred sailboats dotted the harbor and seemed to keep the bulky tourist ships at bay。 The water under the sailboats was a clear； soft blue； and as smooth as glass。 It gently curled around Hassel Island； and grew darker until it was indigo and then violet。 as it touched the horizon。 A perfect row of cumulus clouds marked the line where the water met the sky。
Her watch was in a bag； and she had no plans to wear it for at least six months。 But she glanced at her wrist anyway。 The window opened with a strain； and the sounds of the shopping district echoed through the streets。 The warmth filtered in like a sauna。
She stood in the small window for an hour that first morning on the island； and watched the harbor e to life。 There was no hurry。 It woke gently as the big ships inched through the water； and soft voices came from the decks of the sailboats。 The first person she saw on a boat jumped into the water for a morning swim。
She could grow accustomed to this。 Her room was small but clean。 There was no air conditioner； but the fan worked fine and it was not unpleasant。 The water ran most of the time。 She decided to stay here a couple of days； maybe a week。 The building was one of dozens packed tightly together along streets that ran down to the harbor。 For the moment； she liked the safety of crowds and streets。 She could walk and find whatever she needed。 St。 Thomas was known for its shopping； and she cherished the idea of buying clothes she could keep。
There were fancier rooms； but this would do for now。 When she left San Juan； she vowed to stop looking over her shoulder。 She'd seen the paper in Miami； and she'd watched the frenzy on a television in the airport； and she knew Mattiece had disappeared。 If they were stalking now； it was simply revenge。 And if they found her after the crisscrossing journey she had taken； then they were not human； and she would never lose them。
They weren't back there； and she believed this。 She stayed close to the small room for two days； never venturing far。 The shopping district was a short walk away。 Only four blocks long and two blocks deep； it was a maze of hundreds of small and unique stores selling everything。 The sidewalks and alleys were crammed with Americans from the big ships。 She was just another tourist with a wide straw hat and colorful shorts。
She bought her first novel in a year and a half； and read it in two days while lying on the small bed under the gentle rush from the ceiling fan。 She vowed to read nothing about the law until she was fifty。 At least once an hour； she walked to the open window and studied the harbor。 Once she counted twenty cruise ships waiting to dock。
The room served its purpose。 She spent time with Thomas； and cried； and was determined to do it for the last time。 She wanted to leave the guilt and pain in this tiny corner of Charlotte Amalie； and exit with the good memories and a clean conscience。 It was not as difficult as she tried to make it； and by the third day there were no more tears。 She'd thrown the paperback only once。
On the fourth morning； she packed her new bags and took a ferry to Cruz Bay； twenty minutes away on the island of St。 John。 She took a taxi along the North Shore Road。 The windows were down and the wind blew across the backseat。 The music was a rhythmic mixture of blues and reggae。 The cab…driver tapped the wheel and sang along。 She tapped her foot and closed her eyes to the breeze。 It was intoxicating。
He left the road at Maho Bay； and drove slowly toward the water。 She'd picked this spot from a hundred islands because it was undeveloped。 Only a handful of beach houses and cottages were permitted in this bay。 The driver stopped on a narrow； tree…lined road； and she paid him。
The house was almost at the point where the mountain met the sea。 The architecture was pure Caribbeanwhite wood frame under a red tile roofand built barely on the incline to provide for the view。 She walked down a short trail from the road； and up the steps to the house。 It was a single story with two bedrooms and a porch facing the water。 It cost two thousand a week； and she had it for a month。
She placed her bags on the floor of the den； and walked to her porch。 The beach started thirty feet below her。 The waves rolled silently to the shore。 Two sailboats sat motionless in the bay； which was secluded by mountains on three sides。 A rubber raft full of kids splashing moved aimlessly between the boats。
The nearest dwelling was down the beach。 She could barely see its roof above the trees。 A few bodies relaxed in the sand。 She quickly changed into a tiny bikini； and walked to the water。
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IT WAS ALMOST DARK when the taxi finally stopped at the trail。 He got out； paid the driver； and looked at the lights as the cab drove in front of him and disappeared。 He had one bag； and he eased along the trail to the house； which was unlocked。 The lights were on。 He found her on the porch； sipping a frozen drink and looking like a native with bronze skin。
She was waiting on him； and this was so damned important。 He didn't want to be treated like a houseguest。 Her face smiled instantly； and she set her drink on the table。
They kissed on the porch for a long minute。 〃You re late；〃 she said as they held each other。
〃This was not the easiest place to find；〃 Gray said。 He was rubbing her back； which was bare down to the waist where a long skirt began and covered most of the legs。 He would see them later。
〃Isn't it beautiful？〃 she said； looking at the bay。
〃It's magnificent；〃 he said。 He stood behind her as they watched a sailboat drift toward the sea。 He held her shoulders。 〃You're gorgeous。〃
〃Let's go for a walk。〃
He changed quickly into a pair of shorts； and found her waiting by the water。 They held hands and walked slowly。
〃Those legs need work；〃 she said。
〃Rather pale； aren't they？〃 he said。
Yes； she thought； they were pale； but they weren't bad。 Not bad at all。 The stomach was flat。 A week on the beach with her； and he'd look like a lifeguard。 They splashed water with their feet。
〃You left early；〃 she said。
〃I got tired of it。 I've written a story a day since the big one； yet they want more。 Keen wanted this； and Feldman wanted that； and I was working eighteen hours a day。 Yesterday I said good…bye。〃
〃I haven't seen a paper in a week；〃 she said。
〃Coal quit。 They've set him up to take the fall； but indictments look doubtful。 I don't think the President did much； really。 He's just dumb and can't help it。 You read about Wakefield？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃Velmano； Schwabe； and Einstein have been indicted； but they can't find Velmano。 Mattiece； of course； has been indicted； along with four of his people。 There'll be more indictments later。 It dawned on me a few days ago that there was no big cover…up
