Black Sands
Colleen Coble
Praise for Black Sands
“Within the beauty of Hawaiian flowers, volcanic sands, and turquoise seas, danger lurks . . . and you won’t want to miss a minute of this adventure! Reading Colleen Coble’s Black Sands is almost like visiting the Hawaiian Islands yourself!”
–Angela Hunt, author of The Novelist
“An injured woman, a man from her past, and a race against time to get to the truth that could change their world forever. With her usual flair, Colleen Coble has created a story rich with memorable characters, blockbuster plotting, an adorable mongoose, and a Hawaiian setting so real you’ll get a whiff of coconut on every page.”
—Diann Hunt, author of Hot Flashes & Cold Cream
“Colleen Coble is an expert at taking a place and turning it into an intriguing character. This skill shines in Black Sands as we indulge our senses in the exotic beauty, mystery, and passion of Hawaii. Fall in love in Hawaii, with Hawaii, and with the people who live there.”
—Hannah Alexander, author of Last Resort and Note of Peril
“Filled with the spirit of aloha and page-turning twists and turns, Black Sands is romantic suspense at its thrilling finest. A can’t-put-it-down read.”
—Linda Windsor, award-winning romantic comedy author of Paper Moon
“Vengeance, volcanoes, and vital clues kept me turning pages late into the night. Black Sands is Colleen Coble’s best yet!”
—Lyn Cote, author of The Women of Ivy Manor series
“No one takes you to a setting like Colleen Coble, and what better place to be than the Black Sands of Hawaii? Reading the book was like a cool dip in the balmy ocean—under the lurking shadow of a volcano in shark-infested waters. Enjoy, but beware!”
—Kristin Billerbeck, author of With This Ring, I’m Confused
“To write about Hawai’i requires extensive knowledge and a very delicate weaving. Ms. Coble has a master’s touch that separates the fine nuances and finds a balance between all cultures and their political, social, familial, and religious views.”
—Malia Spencer, English major, University of Hawai’i
“This talented author combines Hawai’i, tropical nights, on the edge suspense, defined characterization, and spine tingling romance to pen a story you can’t put down!”
—Lori Copeland, author of Men of the Saddle and Brides of the West
“A great story told by a master. Colleen Coble continues to shine.”
—Lois Richer, author of A Time to Protect
“Black Sands is full of suspense, romance, intrigue, and everything you’d expect in a good mystery. I loved the exotic setting.”
—Linda Hall, author of Steal Away and Chat Room
“As a long-time fan of Colleen Coble, I have come to expect a riveting story with characters who seem so real they remain in my thoughts long after I’ve turned the final page. Coble raises her own high standard to new heights in Black Sands, in a story that will linger in your heart.”
—Carol Cox, author of Sagebrush Brides
“Black Sands is a fiery ride that will intrigue and thrill. Catch the wave, but hold on tight!”
—Kathryn Mackel, author of The Surrogate and Outriders
“Wow! Reading Colleen Coble’s Black Sands is like taking a romantic excursion to Hawaii’s rugged shoreline. Coble brings the setting to life, draws engaging characters, and spins an intricate web of intrigue.”
—Denise Hunter, author of Saving Grace
Black
Sands
OTHER BOOKS BY COLLEEN COBLE
The Rock Harbor Series
Without a Trace
Beyond a Doubt
Into the Deep
The Aloha Reef Series
Distant Echoes
Black
Sands
COLLEEN COBLE
Copyright © 2005 by Colleen Coble
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Published in Nashville, Tennessee, by WestBow Press, a division of Thomas Nelson, Inc.
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Scripture quotations are from the New King James Version ®, copyright 1979, 1980, 1982 by Thomas Nelson, Inc., Publishers.
Publisher’s Note: This novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. All characters are fictional, and any similarity to people living or dead is purely coincidental.
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Coble, Colleen.
Black sands / Colleen Coble.
p. cm.—(The Aloha Reef series ; bk. 2)
ISBN 0-7852-6043-9 (pbk.)
1. Hawaii—Fiction. I. Title.
PS3553.O2285B57 2005
813'.54—dc22
2005011656
Printed in the United States of America
05 06 07 08 09 RRD 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1
For my husband, David Coble.
Your constant love gives me wings.
Contents
Prologue
One
Two
Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Eleven
Twelve
Thirteen
Fourteen
Fifteen
Sixteen
Seventeen
Eighteen
Nineteen
Twenty
Twenty-one
Twenty-two
Twenty-three
Twenty-four
Twenty-five
Twenty-six
Twenty-seven
Words used in this series
Acknowledgements
Prologue
The sulfur-laden air seared Adele Tagama’s lungs even as the a’a shredded the bottom of her feet. She was inhaling the very fire of hell. They were back there somewhere. She’d escaped them, but the hopelessness that lodged in her chest slowed her down. She ran over the rough, hardened lava. She wanted to shriek from the pain in her feet, but she didn’t dare betray her location. If she could hide, maybe they would run past her. She had to get to help, had to tell someone what she’d found out. Would anyone believe her?
A cough welled in her chest, and she tried to smother it. Her lungs betrayed her with a hoarse croak that caused the steps behind her to quicken. A hard hand fell on her shoulders, and she beat at the figure looming out of the darkness like Satan himself. It was no use. Something shifted under her, and then she was falling, falling into the red mouth that opened wide to receive her.
One
One Year Later
Annie Tagama squatted on the lava and examined the cracks. Vog burned her nose and eyes. She barely noticed the stink of sulfuric gases that hung in a miasma around her. The thick air was as much a part of her world as the rough lava under her feet and the blue Hawaiian sky over her head. Even though she knew she was safe here in this stable part of Hawai’i Volcanoes National Park, caution dictated her choices on this work day—her first since the accident.
“Can you bring me a new GPS receiver?” Monica Rogers called from the edge of the lava shelf. “This one is shot.” The older woman’s voice reminded Annie of Minnie Mouse, and it didn’t match Monica’s stocky frame.
Annie stood and took two steps toward Monica. She peered
toward the drop-off, where heavy clouds of sulfuric mist billowed. Sweat broke out on her forehead. Her lungs constricted. You can do it. It’s safe. She swallowed the sour taste in her mouth. Carrying the new receiver, she took a few more steps.
“Hurry up!” Monica squeaked.
“I’ll do it.” Annie’s best friend, Fawn Trenton, took the receiver from her hand, her expression warning Annie not to cross Monica.
Annie froze, and Fawn hurried toward Monica. Thirtysomething Fawn turned heads wherever she went. Her tawny hair gleamed in the filtered wash of sunshine. Bright blue beads decorated the long braid that hung over one shoulder. Her T-shirt read SAVE THE RAIN FOREST.
Annie stepped away from the edge and sighed with relief. She had to get over this fear that turned her knees to jelly, but she wasn’t sure how to go about it. The shelf out there was perfectly safe. It hadn’t had a collapse in years. But her face was still damp, and her pulse still galloped. She was such a failure.
Turning her back on the other women, she returned to her task. Her pack held cans of yellow spray paint. She grabbed one and began to spray the cracks in the ground. Watching the paint over the coming weeks would tell the scientists about the earth’s movement. She forced herself to focus, though it was hard not to let her gaze stray to the vog drifting up from the drop-off.
Half an hour later, Monica and Fawn joined Annie near the two all-terrain vehicles. Monica’s lips were tight, and she kept shooting angry glares toward Annie. “I’m going to headquarters,” she said. Her movements stiff, she stalked to her ATV and drove off.
“I hope she doesn’t rat on you,” Fawn said.
Annie bit her lip. “I don’t think Gina will listen if she does.” Limping toward her ATV, she saw a glint of metal in the sun. She stooped and picked up a delicate necklace. What was this doing here? The familiarity made her catch her breath. It couldn’t be her sister’s, could it? Surely there were many necklaces like this on the island.
Fawn peered over her shoulder. “What’s wrong?”
Annie turned over the heart-shaped pendant and saw the initials A. T. on the back. “It’s Leilani’s,” she muttered. She rubbed her forehead.
“How did it get here? Your sister wouldn’t set foot on the volcano if you paid her.”
Unease began to coil in Annie’s chest. “She didn’t come home last night. I figured she was out with her friends and didn’t think much about it. You know how she is. I’m sure she called Father after I left the house this morning.” But that didn’t explain the necklace’s appearance out here.
Fawn’s gaze followed hers. “Maybe she loaned it to someone? Did you borrow it a few days ago and forget about it?”
Annie shook her head. “She never takes off this necklace. Mother gave it to her the week before she died. Leilani even showers in it. These are Mother’s initials. A. T. Adele Tagama.” When their mother committed suicide a year ago, she and Leilani both had clung to anything of their mother’s. Her thoughts boiled with possibilities—all of them dire.
Fawn squeezed Annie’s arm. “Don’t go jumping to conclusions. Maybe it broke and someone found it.”
It was hard not to jump to conclusions, not after her mother had died out here. She’d thrown herself into the lava, leaving only her Surfah flip-flops behind. Blue ones that Annie kept on her dresser. She shuddered. Trouble had been Leilani’s middle name since then. Annie was ill equipped to deal with Leilani’s rebellious ways. Though her sister was only five years younger than Annie’s thirty years, sometimes Annie felt generations older.
Annie told herself not to worry. There was likely a perfectly reasonable explanation. “You’re probably right. It’s not unlike her to be gone overnight. It’s just this necklace.” She went toward their vehicle. “I’d better check and see if my dad has heard from her. I’ll call some of her friends. I’m sure there’s some explanation.”
Fawn followed her. “Annie to the rescue. Don’t you ever get tired of being the one that everyone leans on? You’ll never get to live your own life.”
“I love my family,” Annie said. They reached the Kawasaki ATV. “Hop on, let’s go.”
Fawn shrugged and got behind her. “Your family’s expectations are going to kill you. I hate to see the way you beat yourself up when you can’t do everything. Have you been drinking the chamomile tea I gave you? It should help with the stress.”
Annie grinned. “Yes, doctor.”
“I know you think I harp on this too much, but you’ve taken over everything for them since your mom died. They’re never going to let you have a life if you make it too easy for them. They’ve all turned into babies. They’re adults. Make them act like it.”
“I know, I know. I will.” Annie negotiated the a’a trail carefully. She didn’t dare drive too fast, or the sharp bits of lava would shred the ATV’s tires. The a’a finally gave way to black gravel, and she picked up her speed. “Harp is a good word. On a double-word square it would be worth eighteen points.” Talking about Scrabble was better than thinking about the necklace in her pocket. Or about how accurate Fawn’s observations were. Things had changed for the Tagama family, but there was no going back. Annie couldn’t bear to see her family suffer anymore, not if she could shoulder the burdens for them and ease their lives.
“I should save my breath,” Fawn said. “I was going to offer to get you an appointment at the Fairmont for a Lomilomi massage, but you don’t deserve it.”
Fawn knew how to stab her where it hurt. “Meanie.” Annie turned the corner onto concrete. The long, squat building that housed the offices sat at the top of a small rise and was surrounded by lava fields. To the right of the Hawai’i Volcanoes Observatory was the Jagger Museum, containing a history of the Hawai’i volcanoes. Scientists from all over the world came here to study the geological processes that triggered volcanic activity. She parked the ATV and waited for Fawn to hop off, then dismounted.
Fawn smoothed the locks of hair the wind had teased from her braid. “You’re too young to spend your life in front of a board game. When was the last time you went to the movies or even out to eat?”
Annie scrunched her forehead as she thought. “Um, the last time you and I went. I guess it was last month,” she said.
“My point exactly. Five weeks ago, to be exact. I’ve invited you to do something every Friday since then too, and you always say you have to fix dinner for your dad. That’s not normal, Annie. You’re only thirty, not eighty. And you’re letting him become a tyrant. I think he thinks he’s a Japanese emperor from the 1800s now that your mom isn’t around to keep him in line.”
“I know, I know.” The parking lot beside the squat brick building was nearly empty, and Annie realized it was after five o’clock. Gina’s car was still in the lot though. Annie started toward her Nissan Pathfinder. A movement at the office door caught her eye, and she glanced up to see her boss waving at her imperiously.
“Annie, I need to see you,” Gina called.
Annie sighed. Fawn raised her eyebrows. Their boss, Gina Sarris, turned and walked back inside. Judging from Gina’s stiff back, Annie was headed for trouble. Annie limped toward the building. She didn’t have time for this.
The hum of the banks of computers greeted her as she opened the door. The familiar squawk of the scanner and the click of the seismometer eased her tension a little. She went down the hall, which was lined with pictures of volcanoes in various stages of eruption. Other walls held photo essays of the various studies going on—projects like gravitational studies, electrical processes, gas geochemistry, and ground deformation. She stepped into her boss’s office. It was empty. She went to the office chair by the window.
“Sorry to keep you.” Gina came into the room and moved to her desk. Barely five feet tall, she still wore the heavy work pants she donned when out in the field. A stench of sulfur followed her. The cracked leather chair practically swallowed her. She pulled her glasses to her nose, then flipped open a folder.
“I need to get home
right away.” Annie slipped her hand into her pocket and fingered her sister’s necklace.
Gina gave her a kind smile. “Don’t look so scared, Annie. We’re just going to talk.”
Gina had taken over as Scientist-in-charge a little over a year ago. Things had run smoothly under Gina’s supreme organizational skills. Her dark hair never dared to be out of place, and every paper clip on her desk was perfectly aligned. Though in her fifties, she was still beautiful with perfect, unlined skin. She had a faint accent no one had been able to figure out. With her dark coloring, she could be French, Greek, part Hawaiian, or any of the other nationalities in this melting pot.
Annie knew Gina liked her. That was the only thing that might save this interview from going south. “Okay.” She moved toward Gina’s desk.
“It’s good to have you back. How have you been feeling? I noticed you’re only limping a little now.”
“Pretty good. The doctor says the limp may go with time, or it may hang around. But either way, it’s not bothering me much. The pain is gone and it’s just still a little stiff.”
“Scars? You don’t have your slippers on today. I kind of miss the designs on your toenail polish.”
Annie managed a smile. “The designs are still there. I just figure no one wants to see the scars.” Especially me. Every time she saw her right foot, she averted her eyes. “They’re pretty gruesome.”
Gina closed the folder and folded her hands. “Could you explain what happened today? Monica says you refused to bring her some equipment.”
Annie bit her lip. How could she explain the way fear had paralyzed her? “I couldn’t,” she whispered. She put as much pleading into her expression as she could. “Maybe I’d better stay in-house for a while until I get my bearings. I just froze out there. All I could think about was the pain of falling into the lava.” She rubbed slick palms against her jeans.
Gina shook her head. “We need your expertise in the field. Those new GPS receivers need to be planted. You’re going to have to face your fears, Annie. I know how scary it must have been for you when that lava bench gave way. But you’re a volcanologist. You can’t study volcanoes from inside this building.”
