"No, it's fine. The crash isn't the important part anyway. It's what happened afterward." I stopped for a few seconds to gather my thoughts. "There was something off about the pirates who captured us."
"Off how?" Matthew was fully back in work mode and I appreciated that. I needed work to keep me focused and off whatI was starting to feel for Sarah. I didn't want those feelings at the moment. Not when I had other things happening.
"They never tried to figure out who we were. They showed absolutely no interest in Sarah and believe me she's a looker. They would take me out of the hole they shoved us in once a day to rough me up but honestly it felt half-hearted. Something about the whole situation wasn't right."
Now that I had time away from the ship and the sun, a few things were playing over in my mind. Most of it was the fact that the pirates should've either killed us or tried to get ransom. The fact that they did neither didn't sit well with me.
"A looker, huh?"
I let out a frustrated breath of air that had Matthew laughing on the other end of the phone.
"I'm just playing with you." Matthew continued to chuckle. "You never give me anything to work with, so I have to take the jabs while I can."
I shook my head at the mistake I made. Matthew was right I never gave him ammunition to bust on me like he did the other guys on the team because I was usually so serious all the time.
"Can we focus on the pirates, please?"
"Yup." Matthew popped the P but didn't stop there. "We can come back to the good-looking Sarah later."
I was going to regret telling him about her.
Actually, I already did.
"The fisherman who found us floating in the Pacific brought us back to Kodiak Island. The ship that we were held on wasn't far from the plane crash. That should give you a general location to start looking. We need to find out everything we can about that ship."
"Got it."
"What is the FAA saying about the crash?"
"Mechanical failure is the preliminary finding but they are still investigating."
"I'd be interested in seeing that report." It wasn't that I didn't believe it could be mechanical failure, but the more I thought about what happened, the more I questioned everything.
"I'll make sure you get it." Matthew cleared his throat. "Have you ah . . . called Andrew yet?"
What Matthew was really asking was had I spoken to my bitch of an ex yet. "No, I'm going to call him next."
"I should warn you that Charmaine has already been calling and asking about your benefits. For Andrew of course."
The slimy little whore. "And how long did it take her to call?"
Matthew fake coughed. "The next day."
I shook my head. I didn't know why it surprised me anymore. I had learned pretty early on in our marriage that Charmaine was a manipulative bitch. There was nothing more she cared about than money and prestige. Hence marrying a plastic surgeon who could afford the lifestyle she preferred.
"I guess I better call her and break the news, then."
"Yeah, good luck with that."
I hung up with Matthew only to immediately dial my son's cell phone number. There was a better chance he would answer anyway. Sure enough, after three rings I heard the best sound in the world. "Hello?"
"Hey, buddy. It's Dad."
"Dad? Is it really you? Mom said you died."
I had to bite my tongue before I said something I would regret. Charmaine might have no problem talking bad about me to Andrew, but I refused to do the same. It wasn't his fault I couldn't stand his mother.
"No, bud. My plane crashed but I'm not dead. Where's your mother anyway?"
