Jack pushed a lock of her hair from her eyes. “There are sanitation issues and illness is spreading because of… because of the dead.”

Jessie wanted to argue. Instead, she said, “She’s my sister, Jack.”

“And we’ll find her. But she wouldn’t want you to risk yourself for her. Our baby needs you healthy.”

Suddenly it felt like an inopportune time to be pregnant. “We’re not leaving here without her.”

“We won’t.”

Jessie nodded her agreement and the two of them exited the safety of the plane.

Jason Fairchild met them inside the pilot’s room by the control tower. Jessie watched as Jack shook Jason’s hand and introduced her.

“This is Monica’s sister, my wife, Jessie.”

Jason stood about an inch taller than Jack, his dark hair was nearly black and his gaze could only be described as guarded. He nodded in her direction and skipped a handshake. “I wish we were meeting under better circumstances.”

Understatement of the year. “Have you talked with anyone here yet?” she asked Jason.

“We just arrived. Glen is checking the status of the helicopters so we can search from the air.”

“Glen’s your brother?” Jack asked.

“That’s right. One of the security guards said that Reynard will meet us here to bring us up to date.”

Jack ran a hand through his hair. “So we wait?”

Jessie didn’t like the sound of that. “What about the physician who called us last night?”

Jack turned to his cell phone and used the number the doctor had given him the night before. “Dr. Eddy, it’s Jack Morrison… we just arrived.” He paused and both Jason and Jessie were staring at Jack as he spoke.

“OK. We’ll find a ride. No, we’ll come to you. Thank you. I don’t have to tell you to call. Right. Bye.”

Jack hung up and offered Jessie a wan smile. “He still doesn’t know anything. He’s at the clinic where Monica was supposed to report to yesterday.”

“He’s not looking for her?” How can the people she knows here not be out searching?

“The authorities have been notified.”

That wasn’t good enough. She was about to voice her protest when a man approached them.

Jason shook the man’s hand with a familiar greeting. “Reynard. Please tell me you have something.”

Reynard glanced around the room, his eyes devoid of hope. “Let’s sit. I’ll tell you what I know.”

Jack pulled out a chair she had no desire to sit in and took one beside her.

Jason introduced Reynard as a friend of Trent’s and someone who was helping organize the relief organization and transportation on the island.

“My wife and I, our home was destroyed after the first quake. Trent asked us to bring our family to his home. He said he was going to leave the island in a few days. Kiki and I arrived yesterday, before noon. Your sister,” he said nodding to Jessie. “She was with Trent in his house. They said she would return to work last night. Trent informed me he would come home after.”

Jessie sat forward. “What happened?”

“Nothing. We’ve not seen or heard from them. They left with a lunch and a few things.”

Jason narrowed his eyes. “They went on a picnic?”

“Perhaps. My wife and I, we thought maybe we interrupted them…” His voice trailed off as he exchanged glances with the men.

Jack sighed and took Jessie’s hand. “I told you she was flustered around him.”

“OK, fine. I get it, they hooked up. Where would he take her to… hook up?” she asked Reynard.

“That’s just it, Mrs. Morrison, there is nowhere. The hotels are not accepting guests. Trent may have taken her to a lovers’ spot, but that could be anywhere.”

“It can’t be anywhere. It would have to be private. It would have to be close enough for her to return to the clinic by her shift.” Jessie started wringing her hands together.

“Where has the search initiated from?” Jack asked.

Reynard looked between the men. “We’ve traveled the road to the clinic several times and then to the hospital.”

“And?” That can’t be all they’ve done.

“Everyone is searching for others on the island, Mrs. Morrison—”

Jason slapped a hand on the table. “Are you saying that there is no search party?”

Reynard’s eyes grew wide. “Trent’s friends are searching.”

Jessie turned to her husband, her eyes pleading.

“You’ll fall and break your neck.” Damn foolish man and his idea to climb the wall. The cave wall without footholds or roots to hold on to or anything.

“I have to try.”

“So what, we can both be unable to walk? What will that accomplish, Barefoot?” Without the ability to strike an indignant pose, Monica settled for a superior tone. Deep down she was scared to death that he’d attempt to reach the top of the cave only to fall and break his damn neck. “You need a good dose of my fear of heights and you’d understand the risk.”

Trent was searching the walls of the cave, managed to get his toe into a crack or two only to have no other place to climb. All Monica could do was watch him pace the cavern like a caged lion and search for a way up.

The sun had come up to remind them the cave didn’t hold a lost passageway that either of them could crawl through. It held a pool of water two feet deep and five feet wide that both of them had needed to drink. It tasted like dirt, probably because it was nothing more than runoff from whatever foliage sat above them. It drained somewhere beneath the sand, evident when there had been a downfall of rain shortly after the sun rose and the pool splashed about but didn’t overfill.