Shift

Chapter 2

I hustled inside and grabbed the keys to Sewee.

The old man was out in Hugo, shuttling people as usual. Not that he’d have bothered me. Tom Blue wasn’t that type of dad.

Keys in hand, I hurried back outside and down to the Morris Island dock. I was quickest, as usual, so I prepped my boat while the others took their sweet time.

Checking the outboard motor, I couldn’t help but laugh at Dr. Howard. Once again, he had no idea what Tory was planning. She’d slip right under his nose, as usual.

For a smart guy, Kit was clueless. He never saw what was coming next.

Not with Tory.

Not like me.

Tory’s aunt might be wise, though. She’s no dummy.

I shook my head. In the end, Tory would get her way. Always did. Her insisting the Virals investigate the break-in had been the least shocking thing in the world. She lived for mysteries like this. It’s what I liked most about her.

Not that there was much I didn’t like.

A sigh escaped my lips. I glanced around quickly, making sure no one heard.

Just get the boat ready, Ben.

Footsteps thumped on the wooden planks. I looked up to see the doofus twins. Hi now wore red plaid shorts, a sky-blue pocket tee, and slip-on, black-and-white checkerboard-print sneakers. Shelton sported a white polo and green basketball shorts. Neither of those guys could dress worth spit.

I hadn’t changed clothes. Didn’t feel the need.

I spotted movement on the hill — Tory, jogging down from the townhomes.

No wolfdog?

She’d stuck with her gray Outward Bound tee and tan shorts, but had pulled her hair back in a ponytail. Even dressed down, she was beautiful.

Not model gorgeous, or anything fake like that, but… striking. I can’t really explain it.

And what’s the point in trying? We’re just friends.

And even if you weren’t, she’s out of your league.

Irritated, I brushed the thought away. But knew it was true.

Tory was destined for Big Things. Renown. Honors. Any dope could see that.

Me? I just hoped to land a gig like Dad’s shuttle route. Work outdoors.

“We should design matching outfits.” Hi stepped aboard and bounded into the passenger chair. “Crime fighters usually wear sweet gear. And helmets.”

“We’re not crime fighters.” Shelton flopped onto the aft bench. “And I’m putting this whole trip under protest. Messing with a real-deal crime? At LIRI? We’re headed for disaster. You heard it here first.”

I caught Hiram’s eye, then pointed to the bench beside Shelton.

“Boo.” But he complied. We went through this almost every time.

The copilot seat was for Tory.

“You had better plans today?” Not a boating enthusiast, Hi was already snapping on a life jacket. “We’re investigating actual criminal activity. How cool is that?”

Shelton snorted. “We might get busted for obstructing justice. How’s that gonna play at your house?”

Hi tightened the final strap. “Lots of extra time at temple. I’ll survive.”

“Stow those lines.” I pointed to a pair of ropes securing the stern. “And hustle up, you know she’ll want a quick getaway.”

Though I kept it to myself, I actually agreed with Hi. The day was looking way more interesting than when I got up.

“Take it easy on the way out, Blue.” Hi grimaced while coiling a length of thick nylon. “I haven’t puked in days, so I’ve got some catching up to do.”

“Not on my deck,” I warned, well aware of Hi’s weak stomach. “Aim overboard.”

I unhooked the bowline, double-checked the buoys, then slipped into the captain’s chair. My favorite spot on earth.

Tory bounced aboard. “Let’s go, let’s go!”

“Since you asked so nicely.” But I fired the ignition.

“No Bow Wow?” Hi said.

Tory shook her head. “Unfortunately, Coop’s not well suited for this type of trip.”

“See!” Shelton slapped his forehead. “We are gonna buzz the crime scene!”

Tory simply winked.

Maneuvering Sewee from the dock, I spun her clockwise and hit the throttle. Spray kicked up on both sides as we knifed across the breakers.

I almost grinned with pleasure. But I’m not the smiley type.

“Once more, it begins.” Hi’s face was green. “We need a helicopter.”

“Take the shortcut,” Tory instructed. “Please,” she added, as if suddenly aware she’d been barking orders.

In truth, I didn’t mind. Despite being youngest, Tory was our unacknowledged leader. She had the knack. I was okay with her making most of the decisions.

Not that I’d ever let that on.

I nosed Sewee toward a warren of sandbars a hundred yards offshore. Only shallow-draft vessels like my runabout can negotiate them, and even then you need to know the proper route.

Not many did besides me. A point of pride.

After a few twists and turns, accompanied by Hi’s groans, we cleared the maze and hit open water. Morris receded behind us. Moments later a tiny landmass took shape on the horizon. Gradually, the green-brown blur sharpened into an island.

As we motored close, details emerged. A bone-white beach fronting high-canopied trees. Thick, tangled undergrowth. Gentle waves, spinning eddies in the wet sand. Not a building in sight.

I cut the engine and let Sewee drift. A habit of mine. You never know what you might see, if you’re quiet.

A hawk shrieked from the gloom of the island’s interior. Crickets hummed. Palmetto palms swished and rattled in the breeze.

And everywhere, the hooting of monkeys.

No matter how often I visited, Loggerhead Island always gave me a thrill.

A wild, untamed place, forgotten by time. Shrouded in mystery.

“We’re in a bit of a hurry.” Tory. Gently.

My expression soured, but I restarted the engine. We cruised down the shoreline, headed for Loggerhead’s southernmost point. Minutes later I pulled Sewee alongside the island’s single dock.

A glance spurred Hi and Shelton into position. As I eased close they tossed the ropes, then scrambled up to tie us off. I killed the motor.

“Permission to disembark, sir?” Tory had one foot on the quay. She knew I liked being captain, and was half apologizing for bossing me around.

“Granted.” I tapped my watch. “Shore leave, two hours.”

“Then we’d better dash.”

One final boat-check, then I followed the others down the pier. They waited where the paving stones gave way to a packed-earth trail, as close to a permanent road as you’ll find on the island.

Barely half a square mile, Loggerhead is even smaller than Morris. No permanent structures exist anywhere outside the LIRI compound.

We climbed a steep path and hiked into the woods.

The hooting gave way to howling.

“Monkey Town seems riled today.” Hi was scanning the canopy. “Banana crisis?”

The central forest is home to Loggerhead’s boisterous rhesus monkey colony. Dozens of free-ranging troops, squabbling in the trees or at feeder stations scattered about the woods.

No cages or corrals. The crafty little buggers go where they please. It’s not like they can escape — there’s nowhere to go.

The LIRI compound is fenced to keep them out, not in.

But yammering primates aren’t the only game in town. Cooper’s wolfpack family still patrols the woods. Every year, loggerhead sea turtles breed on the island’s protected beaches. Endangered seabirds nest in the tidal marshes. Deer, boar, duck, fox, raccoon, and dozens of other woodland critters inhabit the ponds, dunes, glades, and meadows.

Pure, undisturbed nature. Peace and quiet. Well, except for the monkeys.

I love the place. It’s one of a kind.

Cresting the final rise, we headed down a gentle slope toward LIRI’s front gate.

Which stood open. Weird.

I looked around. None of the dopey rent-a-cops were in sight.

“Where to now?” Hi asked as we reached the chain-link barrier.

“Lab Three,” Tory answered. “Scene of the crime.”

“Inside Building One,” Shelton pointed out needlessly. “Which means dealing with security.”

“Which means Hudson,” Hi finished. “Gonna be a problem.”

Terrific.

If anyone could ruin my day, it was that guy.