Sam chuckled, then turned serious. "Lori, have you heard of the Coastal Watch Program?"
"Isn't that where anyone seeing strange activity along the Canadian coast is supposed to phone in the information?"
"Yes. To the RCMP. I think you should do that."
"You know how I feel about the police. I don't want to get involved with them."
"If you don't report your suspicions, you're condoning the selling of drugs to young people."
"I know."
"From what you told me, this sounds like the men are spotting a place to unload a drug shipment. I'll bet they have four-wheeled vehicles scheduled to pick up the drugs, and your yachtsman is in up to his neck as a go-between. Have you been on his boat?"
"Yes ... It did have a lot of electronic gear on board." She thought about the chart and remembered noticing at the time how nervous Rand seemed about her seeing the map. The memory of the dark shadow crossing his face made her shudder even now. Her heart skipped a beat. "Sam?"
"Yes?"
"I saw a nautical chart on board and it had circles and arrows."
"Make the call, Lori. I can tell you if Malcolm Warner is involved, they aren't planning a picnic. Be careful, he's a killer. Report what you've seen, then get out of there."
"Okay, okay. I know you're right. But I don't want to get tracked down."
"You could call from a payphone and not give your name. Wait a minute. I'll look up the number."
Lori tapped her fingertips against the bedside table. There were many guests at the resort. If she disguised her voice and made the conversation short, surely it would be safe enough to call from the payphone near the spa.
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