Riley and I froze when we heard someone singing Billy Joel’s You May Be Right, off-key. “…I may be crazy…Hey it just might be a lunatic you’re looking for…you may be wrong, but you may be right…” “Oh, hey, watcha doing over there? Playing I spy?” Curt. “Shhh!” we both said. The yacht was now ...

Riley gagged when she looked into the room. “Mind if I stay by the door?” she questioned, clutching her stomach. “If you’re that sensitive, I’ll be quick.” I slipped into the suite and returned with the photo of the smiling woman and what appeared to be a large, uncut black opal that fit in the ...