Chapter 116
The party went on, but Mrs. Gentry stayed down there the rest of the time.
She was a pretty nice lady, but she’d micromanaged that party to the nth degree, and now it looked like she was doing the same for the wedding.
“Yeah,” Ken was saying, “I could almost wish I—”
Mina started barking, and I tuned out whatever it was Ken wished. I’d heard that bark from her before. It wasn’t as full-volumed as it could get, but hearing it here on the beach—it scared me.
“Min!” I tossed aside what was left of my hamburger and bolted toward the shore. A half dozen men stalked toward her. There was no other word for it—there was menace in every line of their bodies. “Mina!”
The next thing I knew, she was in my arms.
“What is it, pup? What’s wrong?”
“I tell you what is wrong,” a deep voice snarled. It held a hint of Spain. “That dog is on beach.”