CHAPTER FIFTEENAugust 2006
The limo returned them to their doorstep at two-thirty in the morning, and his sister and brother-in-law headed back to their home. He was hoping to get home earlier so he could spend time with Anita, but that just didn’t happen. Scott retrieved his cell phone from his room and stepped out the back door.
The phone had received one phone call with no caller ID. It had to be Check. Scott started dialing him back as he stepped off the porch, but the phone was already vibrating in his hand. “I need you to stop where you are. Don’t bring the phone anywhere near that boat. Put it back in the house,” Check said without preamble.
Scott immediately tensed and took a step backward as he scanned the yard. To the left, approximately eighty yards away in the thick brush ne
