Blood Orchid

“Holly drives from the men’s tees,” Ham said.

“Then Holly, you go first, by all means.”

Holly teed up, did some stretching, then drove the ball two hundred and thirty yards down the right side of the fairway.

Ham drove next, outdriving her by ten yards.

Ed drove next. Holly thought he was amazingly flexible for his age; she’d expected a short backswing and a bent left arm, but Ed drove like a pro, even with Holly’s drive, but in the center of the fairway.

“I don’t drive it as far as I used to,” Ed said as he climbed into a cart with Holly. Ham followed them in a second cart. “I used to be a scratch golfer in my youth. Now I play to an eleven handicap. What’s yours?”

“Probably around a fourteen; I used to have a twelve, but I’ve been too busy to play.” She turned and looked at him. “I’ve got some news for you,” she said. “Maybe a reason why somebody took a shot at you.”

Ed stopped the cart and looked at her. “Tell me about it.”

“This is only a theory,” she said, “and I won’t know more about it for a few days, but on the day of the evening you were shot at, two Miami property developers were murdered.”

“I read about that in the papers,” Ed said. “Why does that have anything to do with me?”

“The FBI tells me both those guys were going to bid on Palmetto Gardens.”

“Blood Orchid, please,” Ed said, holding up a hand.

“Okay, Blood Orchid. Tell me, Ed, who knew you were going to bid on the property?”

“Wait a minute.” Ed shook his head. “When you bid on a property the General Services Administration is selling, nobody knows who’s bidding or how much they’re bidding; that’s all very secret. You make your judgment of the value of the property, enter your bid, and hope for the best. Property development is a pretty cutthroat business,” he said. “I could tell you some stories. But two murders?”

“Three,” Holly said, “but for the grace of God.”

Ed laughed and shook his head again. “Nah, couldn’t happen. No piece of property is worth that, especially this piece.”

“This piece of property looks pretty good to me,” Holly said.

“Not from a developer’s point of view. Orchid Beach is out of the way, not like Boca or Palm Beach -not even like Vero. This land in Boca or Palm Beach, with three golf courses already constructed and fifty houses built, would cost, what, two hundred million? Maybe more.”

“If it’s not so hot, why are you so hot on it?”

Ed held up some fingers: “One, because I live here; two, because the price was right; and three, because I had the money from the sale of my business. With me, it’s almost a hobby; I don’t have any overhead to speak of, though I’ve opened an office and am hiring a couple of salesmen. Also, since the place already has the important elements in place, it won’t take me twenty years to develop it.” He smiled. “At my age, twenty years would be too long. Nope, in five years, I’ll have this place roaring, and I’ll have my own little kingdom to rule. That’s how I’ll spend the rest of my life.”

“Hey!” Ham called from his cart across the course. “Golf, anyone?”

Back at her office, Holly couldn’t stand it anymore. She called the Miami detective.

“Hi, this is Chief Holly Barker, in Orchid Beach.”

“Afternoon, Chief.”

“Did you get my cartridge casing?”

“Yep.”

“Was it a match for yours?”

“Yep.”

Her theory suddenly held a lot of water. “What’s your next step?”

“I don’t have one,” Co

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I’m off the case, as of half an hour ago.”

“Why?”

“Because the FBI went to the chief of detectives and took it away from me. You want any more, call Harry Crisp, over at their Miami office.”

“I’ll do that, Jim,” Holly said, and hung up. She immediately called Harry.

“Hello, Holly,” Harry Crisp said. “I was expecting to hear from you.”

“I guess Co

“Yes, he did, and I had every right to do that. The case now has federal ramifications, since it was the federal government that was selling Palmetto Gardens.”

“Blood Orchid,” Holly said.

“What?”

“That’s what it’s called now. I just played golf out there with the new owner, Ed Shine.”

“Oh, yeah. We ran a check on him, came up with no arrests, no convictions. He’s clean.”

“I’m glad to hear it because he’s a nice guy.”

“He’s alucky guy, is what he is. Clearly, whoever was behind this meant to take him out as well as Jimenez and Steinberg.”

“I guess you’re checking on the other bidders.”

“We are.”

“Will you let me know what you find out?”

“Holly, this is a federal investigation now. I can’t share information with you.”

“Harry, after all we’ve meant to each other?”

“Holly, I consider you my friend, but I just can’t do it.”

“Remember where Blood Orchid is located, Harry? It’s on my turf. You’re going to need me before this is over, so you’d better keep me sweet.”

“Holly, Holly,” Crisp said, “how could you be any sweeter?” Then he hung up.

“Shit,” Holly said.

6

Holly arrived at work the following morning to find all the phones dead.

“They’re working on it,” Hurd Wallace told her. “We’ve been down for about half an hour, and they were here in about two minutes; I didn’t even have to call them, they were already in the neighborhood.”

“That’s good service,” Holly said. She worked on perso

“Good morning, Holly,” Harry said cheerfully.

“Morning, Harry. I have a little more for you on Blood Orchid Estates.”

“Shoot.”

“I confirmed that he paid sixty million for the place.”

“Did you find out why?”

“He says it will be a hobby for his old age. He can live there, run it, and maybe even make a buck.”

“I guess that makes sense.”

“Harry, were there any other bids besides Ed’s and the two dead guys’ actually received?”

“Two, both inadequate.”

“Wouldn’t those two companies be a good place to look, since they were obviously trying to buy the property on the cheap?”

“We’ve already run that down,” Harry said.

“And you found out what?”

“They’re both South American, one registered in Brazil, one in Bolivia.”

“With Colombian ownership, maybe?”

“Maybe, but we haven’t been able to nail that down. Their company incorporation procedures are different from ours, and the ownership is harder to track.”

“I’ll bet you it’s some of the same drug money that owned the place before, trying to get it back.”

“Could very well be. You ever thought of becoming an FBI agent?”

Holly laughed. “I don’t think you could beat my current job, Harry.”

“Maybe I could. You go to the academy, and I’ll get you assigned to me. Life would be interesting.”

“Too interesting. I want to stay home with my dog and my daddy and have fun.”

“You having fun, Holly?” Harry asked.

That brought her up short. “Not yet,” she said.

“It’s been what, a year?”

“You sound like Ham.”

“Ham’s a smart guy.”

“It’s not that it’s too soon, it’s just that I haven’t felt like it.”

“Felt like what?”

“Having fun, Harry. Now leave me alone.”

“Okay, sweetheart. Let me know if you find out anything else that might be helpful.”

“I don’t suppose there’s any point in saying the same to you, Harry.”

“I do what I can, Holly. The Bureau frowns on excessive info sharing with local law enforcement.”

“Except when there’s something in it for the Bureau?”