Authors: J. A. Kerley
The Memory Killer (36 page)
“He had money and time. And Gary’s humiliations, which he no doubt shared.”
“Derek Scott was an opportunistic predator who found the perfect opportunity to live the dream, Carson. If he’d kept his anger in check he’d still be out there. But of course …”
I heard Vivian and Ava laughing again. They were swim-suited, sunglassed, and eight feet above us on the boat’s flybridge where they’d been sunning. Jeremy and I sat in the stern. The craft was seventy feet of gleaming Viking motor yacht, hired with captain and three crewmen out of a Key West marina.
Jeremy had wanted to go fishing.
I’d brought about four hundred bucks’ worth of saltwater angling gear. My brother had a dime-store cane pole, the kind we’d used as kids, holding three meters of cheap monofilament with a tiny hook and a shiny red-and-white bobber, the tiny bobber floating astern like a joke.
“Catch us a fish,” Viv called down, nodding to a gas-fueled grill. “We need lunch.”
“It’s problematic,” I called back, pointing at a pair of black triangles cleaving the water two dozen feet from the boat: sharks. They were ten-to-twelve-footers by the looks, and even if I hooked a fish, they’d tear it to shreds in an eyeblink.
“No excuses,” Ava chided. “If you boys can’t catch a fish, we’ll have to eat burgers. We want fish, y’hear?”
I sighed – fish sounded good to me, too – and wandered to the rear where Jeremy’s bobber floated forlornly in the mild chop. I was turning away when the bobber disappeared, reappeared, quivered …
Then zipped beneath the water like a bullet.
“A bite!” I yelled. “You’ve got a fish on!”
Jeremy yawned and picked up the cane pole. It bent in his hands as he pulled up. I watched six pounds of red snapper break the surface and splash to the boat. The women whistled and applauded as lunch flopped on the deck.
I stared at the snapper, a deeper-water fish rarely found near the surface. As the women dug out cameras, I heard splashing and leaned out over the gunwale to look down the hull toward the distant bow. Two of the crewmen were yanking the swim-finned and scuba-masked third crewman up a boarding ladder, the man scrambling aboard like hellhounds were snapping at his heels.
The scenario was clear. The snapper had been caught previously and kept in the yacht’s live well, an aquarium, basically. When my brother had gone inside he’d signaled his need for the fish. I wondered how much Jeremy’d had to pay for someone to swim through shark-infested waters just to hook a fish on his line and give it a yank. I shot a glance at the circling sharks, then quietly studied my brother, doing a doffed-hat bow as the women giggled and cameras clicked.
Jeremy was free. He owned his life. He had scads of money and could do whatever he wished: Endow a charitable foundation, collect Pre-Columbian artifacts … hell, he could even buy rare comic books. Instead, he’d just put another human being at great risk for the sake of personal amusement.
How much had he really changed?
Thanks to the fine and hard-working folks at the Aaron M. Priest Literary Agency and HarperCollins UK – special high-fives to Sarah Hodgson and Anne O’Brien – for again helping to bring another of my stories to fruition. I’m backed by the best.
J.A. Kerley spent years as an advertising agency writer and producer before his wife demanded he quit work and write a novel, which he thought a fine idea. The result was
The Hundredth Man
, the first in the Carson Ryder series. An avid angler, canoeist and hiker, Kerley has traveled extensively throughout the South, especially coastal regions such as Mobile, Alabama, the setting for many of his novels, and the Florida Keys. He has a cabin in the Kentucky mountains, which appeared as a setting in
Buried Alive
. He lives in Newport, Kentucky, where he enjoys sitting on the levee and watching the barges rumble up and down the Ohio River.
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The Broken Souls
Blood Brother
In the Blood
Little Girls Lost
Buried Alive
Her Last Scream
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