The Danger ( PDFDrive.com )

Adriana and Dante hurried through the narrow streets of the tiny village of
Côte Saint-Luc.
They had ridden their bikes back from the oil rig where they’d spent the
afternoon with Star. At Poseidon, they’d been greeted by a message taped to
Dante’s cabin door: Boy is at my home.
It was signed Menasce Gérard.
“What’s Kaz doing at English’s place?” Dante queried as they passed the bar
and grill where they had bought Star’s lunch many hours before. “Do you
suppose he’s got a dungeon in there somewhere?”
“That was no easy dive they went on today,” Adriana reminded him. “I’ll bet
Kaz did well, and English is having him over for dinner. We might be invited,
too.”
“That guy hates our guts,” grumbled Dante. “If he’s having us for dinner, it’s
because we’re the main course.”
She swallowed hard, afraid to say it out loud. “Do you think they found the
captain?”
“I sure hope so. I don’t like the idea of him lost down there.”
English lived in a tiny cottage in the center of town. The big dive guide
answered their knock, scowling as usual. They looked beyond him to where Kaz
sat in a high-backed rattan chair, drinking from a steaming mug.
Adriana stared. Kaz’s face gleamed with a thick coating of cream covering
an angry red sunburn. “What happened to you?”
“Nothing,” said Kaz. “I’m okay.”
“But how’d you get roasted underwater?” Dante persisted.
“I lost the anchor line during decomp,” Kaz explained. “Drifted for a while.
But we found the captain.”
“Thank God,” Adriana breathed.
English spoke up. “This ointment is the best remedy. There is an old woman
in the hills who makes it. Also the tea. Good for the dehydration.”
“Don’t ask me to describe the taste,” Kaz added sourly.
“So what happens now?” Dante asked English. “With the captain, I mean.”
“The body will be shipped to his sister in Florida.” The dark eyes flashed
bitter resentment at them. “You are maybe surprised there is no miracle cure for
three days drowned?”
Adriana felt instant tears spring to her eyes. “You blame us for his death,