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with the gun so he’d see it. “Come on. Let’s go see if we can mooch a ride to the mainland. Got any money?”

Chapter 2
     
     
    Cael and Finn hurried over to the boat, waving. “Hey, man, are we glad to see you. Do you think we can get a lift to the mainland?” Cael asked.
    The couple looked at each other and the young man nodded. “Sure. We saw you two sitting there and thought we’d better stop and see if you needed help. How’d you get over here, anyway?”
    A reasonable question, Cael thought. “We, uh … were with a tour group. We seem to have been left behind.”
    “A tour? Dressed like that?” The young man had a heavy French accent mixed with what Cael thought must be Tahitian.
    “Yeah, well, it was a celebration of sorts,” Finn provided. “A, uh … a wedding.”
    Cael was impressed with Finn’s quick thinking. “Yeah, a wedding. We went off exploring and when we came back they’d all left.”
    The couple eyed them suspiciously but nodded. “Okay. Hop on.”
    Fifteen minutes later, Cael and Finn stepped off the boat onto some wobbly wooden planks that appeared to be a homemade dock about three feet wide and extending about ten feet out into the water.
    Finn reached into his pocket, pulled out a couple of twenties and handed them to the young man. The guy shook his head. “No need. Do you need a ride into town?”
    “Thank you. We could use a ride to a hotel,” Cael said, then glanced at Finn. “You have more money, right?” When Finn nodded, he added, “I’ll be able to get some as soon as we get to the hotel.”
    “That’s going to be hard without an ID,” Finn whispered.
    “Hmmm. Guess you’re my new best friend then.”
    “Bloody hell,” Finn said. “Let’s go.”
    No way was Cael leaving Finn, especially not knowing why they were wrestling when they materialized here. He decided to just play it out and pretend he was stuck without any means to get by. Maybe in a short time, he’d be able to sneak off and get his wallet. The problem was he had no idea where to go find it. Damn . He knew he could go to the Sectory, but even that might not be any help. He didn’t think he lived there anymore so his wallet definitely should not be there. Asking his mother for money for something stupid like this was out of the question. She’d smirk in that delicate way she had and think him an idiot for not remembering something he surely should recall. Christ, he’d never live it down. Finn had a point. The last person Cael wanted to contact was his mother. However, he could sneak into the Sectory, get to his own personal safe and be in and out before she even knew he’d been there. Not only can I not remember shit, I’ve also been reduced to a common thief, contemplating robbing my own fucking safe. Yeah, I’ll never live this down.
     
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    Once they got to the hotel, they registered for a room. Finn paid for the room with cash, stating he never carried credit cards, which Cael thought was mighty peculiar and only reinforced his suspicions that the guy was not to be trusted. Who carries around that much cash these days when there’s an ATM on just about every corner and in every grocery store? Well, maybe not here in Bora Bora, so he considered himself lucky that Finn had all that money. He just didn’t know whom to contact about him. This was the strangest predicament he’d ever experienced. Wait and see, he decided. Wait and see.
    They got a suite, two bedrooms split by a sitting room complete with mini bar. Well, at least they’d be comfortable while he racked his brain for answers. Still saddened with grief about Stefan and Claire, Cael opened the small fridge and pulled out a couple of beers. “Drink?” he asked, holding one out to Finn.
    “Yeah, sure.”
    Cael walked out on the deck facing a pretty awesome view of the ocean, sat down on one of the chaises, leaned back and put his feet up. Two seconds later, Finn joined him in the other chair.
    “Nice view,” Finn