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to get me into racing.”

    “Did he?” Molly kept her voice neutral.

    “He said the Trevelyan men have always lived by their guts and their reflexes, but that a lot of 'em didn't live very long. He said the world has changed. It's brains that count now. He said I've got more than my father and he had put together, and I shouldn't waste them.”

    Molly nodded. “Your grandfather obviously wants a different future for you than the one he and your father made for themselves.”

    “Yeah.” Josh hesitated. “I've always planned on finishing college and going for my doctorate. I've wanted to do the kind of work Harry does since I was thirteen. But Grandpa always said a man has to prove himself by looking death in the face and spitting in its eye. He said a man has to live on the edge or he'll go soft. He's always said that Harry was a gutless wonder.”

    “Hmm.”

    Josh looked up from his coffee. “He said things like that about Harry even after he found out what happened when Harry's folks were murdered.”

    Molly put down her cup and stared at Josh. “What, exactly, did happen?”

    Josh was chagrined. “I take it Harry hasn't told you the full story?”

    “No.”

    “I shouldn't have said anything. Everyone on both sides of the family knows the basic facts. But Harry never talks about it.”

    Molly shuddered. “I can understand that. But you can't leave me hanging like this. What happened?”

    Josh gazed into his coffee as if it were an oracle glass. “The only reason I know the whole story is because one night when I was fourteen, I heard Harry call out in his sleep. I thought something terrible had happened. I went tearing down the hall to his room. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, staring out the window. He looked as though he had just awakened from a nightmare.”

    “Go on.”

    “I wasn't sure that he even saw me. I asked him what was wrong.” Josh's hand tightened on the cup.

    “What did he say?”

    “Nothing for a long, long while. It spooked me, if you want to know the truth. I'd never seen him like that. He always seemed strong. So centered. Controlled. But that night I had the strangest feeling that he was pulling himself together. It was like he was picking up various bits and pieces of himself and regluing them back into place, if you know what I mean.”

    Molly recalled the night she had found Harry staring out the window, Kendall's gear in his hand. She remembered the shockingly vulnerable look in his eyes, so alien for him. “I think I do.”

    “After a while he started to speak. For some reason, maybe because I'd found him just after he'd awakened from the dream, he talked to me in a way he never had before. I'll never forget it. He sat there on the bed, staring out into the night, and he told me exactly what had happened the day Uncle Sean and Aunt Brittany were killed.”

    Dread welled up inside Molly. “Harry was there?”

    “My aunt and uncle had a dive shop on one of the smaller islands in Hawaii.”

    “Yes, I know.”

    “That day they took the afternoon off to go diving. They decided to explore an underwater lava flow cave that they had discovered a few weeks earlier. They were checking out the entrance when they were surprised and killed by two men who had followed them down.”

    “Dear God,” Molly whispered. “But why did the men murder them?”

    “Uncle Sean and Aunt Brittany were in the wrong place at the wrong time. There had been an armored car robbery three days earlier in Honolulu. The killers had hidden a fortune in negotiable securities in the cave. I guess the plan was to wait for the search to cool down before they brought the haul back to the surface. In the meantime, they were keeping an eye on the cave. They were posing as tourists. They had rented a boat and dive gear.”

    “And when they saw Harry's parents diving in the vicinity of the cave, they assumed that they were cops or other thieves who had somehow stumbled onto the hiding place?”

    “Apparently.” Josh rubbed the back of his neck in a weary gesture that was strangely reminiscent of Harry. “They followed Harry's folks underwater, found them inside the cave, and shot them in the back with spear guns. Uncle Sean and Aunt Brittany never had a chance.”

    Molly closed her eyes. “How ghastly.”

    “Yes.” Josh paused. “Harry arrived on the scene a few minutes after his folks had been killed.”

    “Oh, no.”

    “He had just arrived on the island for a