“Better,” he called out. “Get past the break and then paddle in between the island and the shore. Don’t get into the surf and rocks around the...front of the island or you’ll be tomorrow’s crab-shit.” He put the rescue board in the water and placed the bag about in the middle. “You sit forward of the bag and hold on. I’ll paddle and steer from the back." It looked pretty stable, so I climbed on my knees, sitting back on my heels. Spike also knelt a bit behind the bag and pushed us off, leaning. That leavesme with plenty of time to have lunch with my brother."He smiled and then nodded, and looked back down at his menu. "Besides," Isaid. "You deserve this after the whooping you gave the other team today.I didn't know that you were that good."He looked sideways for a moment, clearly uncomfortable at the praises thatI was giving him. "I'm not that good," he replied. "I usually don't evenscore. I'm better at hockey. I wish it was winter so that I could playthat instead." Well, you could. “I’ve been in this business a lot longer than you, Geeta--” It was the third time the investigator had addressed her by her first name. If he hadn’t learned by now that this was not the custom, he would never learn.“Ms. Gudapati, if you don’t mind,” Geeta said, smiling sweetly. “First names are for friends, relatives, colleagues and respected peers. You’re none of these.”The investigator reddened and opened his mouth to answer. But instead he just took a deep breath. “Look, Ms. Gudapati, this. " Mark opened the cell phone up and disconnected the battery."What did you do that for?" she asked."Just in case that cop was trying to triangulate our position. Cell phones can be traced the same as land lines, only easier through triangulation." Why would the police try to contact me?" She was puzzled."Someone is trying to do another end run around me. I don't know if it is Claude, my mother or someone new." What is going on here?" She stared hard at Mark and tried to read his mind."A few.