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can I expect to have people
underfoot?”
    “Hopefully no more than six to eight
weeks.”
    “How many people?”
    “The team consists of the Assistant
Director of Marine Conservation and Fisheries, Mack Lewis and four Marine
Biologists and a further two Mammal Biologists.”
    “No. You have fully equipped vessels. 
Why not use them?  I refuse to have my home turned into a research lab.”
    “We only have a smaller vessel
available at the present time.”
    “Good.  The vessel can dock at the
Rudder Cut Cay Island, which also belongs to me, and there are two large
cottages they can use.  Your Assistant Director will stay here and I want a
daily report on their findings and movements.  My assistant will email you a
confidentiality agreement that everyone on that team is required to sign. Only
once my attorney receive the signed copies and copies of their passports will I
agree to it.”
    “I’m not sure Mack will want to be
separated from the team.”
    “It is the only leverage I will have
to ensure my privacy remains intact and where they will be every minute of
every day.  If it is not acceptable, don’t bother returning the signed
agreements. No one will be allowed within ten miles of the Islands.  The coast
guard will make sure of that.”
    “Very well.  We will have everything
in your attorneys’ hands first thing in the morning.  We would like to get
started as soon as possible.”
    Chase
flung the receiver down and stomped out on the porch and stared out to the
tropical sea surrounding the Island.  Here, was where he found peace and now he
was forced to share that peace for weeks!
    Billy
took the speed boat to Rudder Cut Cay Island at late afternoon, two weeks later
to collect Mack Lewis.  The FIO vessel arrived earlier in the day and was
instructed to dock there directly.
    He maneuvered the boat expertly
against the jetty and secured it within minutes.  He turned around and his jaw
tightened when he watched a small woman and a tall man walk towards him.  The
man carried two large duffel bags. He nodded at them and took the duffel bags
and loaded them on the boat.
    “I am Billy Paxton, the Estate Manager
of these Islands.”   
    “Pleased to meet you.  I am Frasier
White and this is Mack Lewis.”
    “You are Mack Lewis?” He frowned at
the female, shook his head and turned to the boat.
    “He is going to be seriously pissed
off about this!”
    “Is there a problem, Mister Paxton?” 
    She not only had a sirens body, she
also had a husky and raspy voice. Chase was going to be furious.
    “Apart from Chase believing you to be
a male … no problem whatsoever!”
    He turned to the tall man.  “Have you
settled in well enough?”
    “Yes and thank you for the trouble you
went to with setting up the rooms for us.”
    Billy nodded and waved the woman on
board.  She greeted Frasier and they agreed on the time they will start the
following day.  Billy said nothing, knowing that the start of their day will be
dependent on what Chase’s instructions will be.
    “I assume Chase is Mr. Paxton?  The
owner of the islands,” asked Mackenzie once they were on their way.  Billy just
grunted.
    He brought the boat to a stop against
a jetty in front of a colorful beach cottage a short time later.  The jetty was
made of wood and tracked across the beach to the few steps that led up to the
cottage.  The cottage had a black slate roof with a white chimney.  The walls
were painted bright yellow and the doors and window frames, bright blue. The
windows facing the sea where in fact floor to ceiling glass doors that opened
all the way.  There were blue shutters that were folded back to the sides of
each door at the moment. There was a porch that surrounded the whole house with
a low trellis all the way around, also painted yellow.  It was encapsulated
within the greenery of the palm trees and shrubs and looked absolutely
idyllic. 
    Visible on top of the hill sat a
magnificent two story house, with a