My thanks to Techsan for his editorial patience.
Chapter Three: Home and Rebecca
Geoff woke as the wheels touched down on the San Francisco International runway; the lurch of the 727 as it hit the pavement shook Geoff enough to rouse him from his slumber. Minutes later, the big jet taxied to the gate and Geoff stood and reached up, grabbing his carry-on. First class had its advantages as he made for the exit, the two strikingly attractive flight attendants waiting. As he passed by, the blond touched his arm and discreetly handed him a small sheet of paper. Smiling, she mouthed the words, "Call me." He grinned and winked nodding his head before he stepped off the plane. Yep, first class does have its privileges, he mused.
Geoff didn't bother with baggage; he already had shipped his belongings weeks before he left Jamaica. He laughed thinking about Mardigan and Satch back in Jamaica. Gotta admit, he thought, they knew their stuff. With what he brought up from the wreck those three days, those two were able to make him very, very rich.
He still couldn't believe he'd finally found the lost German U-boat he had spent the past two years searching for. The U-387 had gone down with all hands while transiting between Cuba and Jamaica. Legend said the German sub was hauling a cargo full of gold bullion meant for the Third Reich but had the bad luck of running into the worst hurricane in over fifty years. The U-boat never finished the transit. Rumors of the whereabouts of the sub placed the U-boat anywhere from the Bahamas to the Grand Caymans. It was six months ago, when he came across a group of old black fishermen, he learned of a massive long steel wreck shaped much like a large tube. The wreckage lay under seventy-five feet of water among several other shipwrecks. But, he found it. And with it, the gold.
Hailing a taxi, Geoff stopped off at the nearest Lexus dealer and, an hour later, drove off the lot in the newest Lexus, an LF-A roadster, a sports convertible just released. Prior to leaving Jamaica, he had already arranged for the car to be available and ready for pick up. His carry-on lying on the passenger seat, Geoff sped onto the I-5 and soon was crossing the Golden Gate Bridge.
Passing through Santa Rosa, his mind wandered thinking of Moon Key Bay and his parents. His Dad was an excellent seaman and a seasoned yachtsman. Competing in several regattas', Mr. McKenzie was renowned for his skills and tactics and won numerous races. He wouldn't have had a problem dealing with gale winds. No, something wasn't right and he was going to conduct his own investigation.
As he passed through Santa Rosa, the sun was beginning to set. He kept the top down, enjoying the cool evening air as he zipped along on the freeway. Less than an hour, he pulled off the exit to Moon Key, a feeling of anxiety building within him. He slowed for the local traffic, eyes watching as he passed. He knew the car would draw attention. As far as he knew, he was the first one to have an LF roadster. And the sleek dark titanium color didn't help in blending in with the crowd.
As he travelled down Main Street, he saw the Blue Crane Dance Club, lights blazing and a crowd at the entrance. As he passed the club, everyone in the crowd turned to stare. He wasn't sure but he thought he heard someone scream out his name. Geoff didn't stop to see who it was. He wasn't ready yet.
He turned toward the harbor and drove along the coastline until he arrived at the entrance to a private drive. Taking a deep breath, he turned onto the private road and soon pulled up to the circular drive of his home, the McKenzie Estate. Surprised, he saw the private drive and the mansion awash in accent lighting, the interior of the house brightly lit.
As he exited the Lexus, the front doors opened and Jonathon Dean stood at the top of the steps. Geoff smiled as he approached his godfather and said, "Well, you did say you'd have everything ready by the time I got here."
With a grand sweeping gesture, Dean said, "Welcome home, Mr. McKenzie."
Geoff hugged his family attorney and, together, they stepped across the threshold. Geoff stood in the entrance and stared; he was home. "My god Dean, everything looks the same...as if I had left yesterday."
"That was your mother's doing, I am afraid. Your father wanted to change a few things here and there, but she was adamant nothing was to be touched until you returned. As usual, your father was always quick to acquiesce to her wishes."
Geoff laughed, "Yeah, Dad was like putty in her hands...I remember. But, she never really took advantage of it. But, oh...did she tease him." Geoff quickly rubbed his eyes before Dean noticed.
"My room still available?"
"Of course, Mr. McKenzie."
"Dean...please knock off the Mr. McKenzie crap. I'm still Geoff, the little brat that caused you so much grief, okay?"
Dean chuckled and said, "Fine...Geoff. I just had to call you by your family name the first time you set foot in the house again. From now on, unless in mixed company, I will call you Geoff."
"Thanks Dean. My things here?"
"Yes, your bags are in your room. The...other objects are stored in the basement."
"Great...thanks. You staying awhile?"
"No, Martha's waiting for me. She has not been well as late but she wanted to greet you at the house. I told her you would see her tomorrow. I didn't want to tax her any further."
"I'm sorry to hear she's not feeling well. What's wrong?"
"We do not know yet. She has an appointment to see the family physician tomorrow."
"Doc Weller? He's still our family doctor? I thought he'd have retired by now."
"Not yet. Doctor Weller says he is not ready to be put out to pasture quite yet. Well, if you do not mind, I best be getting back to Martha."
Geoff hooked his arm over the older man's shoulders and walked him to the drive. Standing next to the Bentley, Geoff shook his godfather's hand and said, "Give Martha a hug and kiss for me. Tell her I hope she starts feeling better and I'll stop in and visit."
"I will. By the way, Julie is aware you will soon be home. I believe she thinks you will be here in two more days. At least, that was the information I provided her. I thought you might like to be alone to do your thing until you're ready to see...people."
Geoff smiled and thanked his old friend and watched as he drove off. When the Bentley vanished, sadness washed over him. He turned and walked into the huge empty house, steeling himself for the ghosts of his past.
He spent much of the night walking around his old home, spending time in his parents and sisters rooms. He hadn't realized until now, how much he missed them. Geoff moved downstairs and stepped into his father's study, the last place he saw his dad. He remembered their conversation; it was right after he found Sarah with Armestead. He wished now, he had heeded his dad's words.
When he stepped into the huge garage and workshop, he was surprised to see all the cars. He cried when he saw his father's old Willys Jeep. He had brought the beat-up military transport into the states from his time in Korea in the early 50's.
Finding himself back in his father's study, he went to the liquor cabinet and took down the Whaler's rum. He didn't bother with a glass, instead drinking straight from the bottle. It didn't take long before he passed out on the worn leather couch he once, as a young boy, played on. The following morning, Julie found him still plastered over the frayed leather.
Julie knew her brother was back in town. Someone at the club had spotted him in a sleek looking convertible and called her asking her how long Geoff had been home.
