Coming Home

together quite nicely, so here I am, ready to do some business because I like what I see.” and Deedee as a couple. Absurd. But then, she’d never seen Deedee in her prime, only sick and demented. Andy had shown her a picture once, Deedee on the tennis court, game face on, trim, looking both powerful and cute.

Grady took a sip of his beer to help him keep a blank face as he checked off certain items on his list, like having Jocko on Mustique dealt with (check); the need to take this little package of dynamite a bit more seriously (check); for sure find out more about her (check); and how maybe it hadn’t been such a good idea to have Martin (Neville) tell Isha and RD that he (Grady) was Andy’s father (check)…although it had served its purpose at the time.

“What I’m seeing is pretty good, too, but I’m nobody’s father,” he said quietly.

“Maybe,” Grady said, finding it impossible not to drop his eyes to Isha’s chest, “you should tell me more about the little game I’ve got going. Educate me. I’m all ears.”

Frankly, she couldn’t imagine Grady and Deedee as a couple. Absurd.

“Really,” Isha said, enjoying the compliment but figuring Grady was lying, and also hoping he wasn’t because the cornucopia of complications that would arise if this guy had actually been Deedee’s lover and Andy’s father were too much to contemplate. It sure sounded like a lie, but Isha was all too willing to believe it because it made life so simple if no one bothered to connect her in even the slightest way with Deedee’s murder. Not that she’d had anything to do with it, but there was her association with Mitchell that lawyers would have a field day with. And, frankly, she couldn’t imagine Grady

A point for me, Isha thought as she registered Grady’s appreciation of her physical self. “I don’t know where you get ’em,” she said, “but you move ’em. Often on boats. Large sailboats with destinations that match where they need to go. Could be cruising sailboats, or even race boats.

If Andy is your son, it would make sense you’d use that connection to move ’em from Australia to Miami on his boat. How’m I doing?”

“Fascinating,” Grady said, signaling a passing server to bring them another round. “You have a strong creative gene.”

“I’m also a good researcher.”

Grady had to agree. This babe had put it together. “Be right back,” he said and headed for the bathroom. At times like this, Grady found himself wishing that he and his group had a more traditional, more terminal solution to troublemakers they encountered along the