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Chapter 21

Earlier that afternoon:

Kara used her influence as a U.S. federal prosecutor to have the fingerprints the Andros police collected from Stiles' suite rushed. Earlier that afternoon, the Andros police chief had called her. To Kara's dismay and disappointment, the fingerprints of the "maid" did belong to Theresa Stiles, the woman everyone, including her husband, thought was dead.

Right after her phone call with the police chief, Kara took the locket Terri dropped and headed outside. She walked to the beach, made sure no one was looking, and threw the chain and locket as far as she could into the crashing waves. She was going to marry A.B. Stiles. They were going to raise a family and grow old together; NO ONE was going to change that. Theresa Stiles was dead and she was going to stay dead!

One of the local banana boat operators decided to look for customers. As was his custom, he got out his binoculars to see where the most people were that day. When he looked to his right, he saw only one person, a tall attractive blond. He watched curiously as she appeared to throw something in the water and then brush her hands as if saying "good riddance".

Max's restaurant was a romantic spot on the beach. Lyn made sure Kara and Stiles had a cozy booth in the back.

"A.B., I'm so glad you talked me into this; I hope the food is as fantastic as the view."

The romantic, candle-lit café was bringing out the romantic in its special guest. Stiles took Kara's hands in his and smiled.

"I'm glad we came too. I love you." As he said the three words Kara smiled from ear-to ear. Maybe she could convince him to get married on the island.

"Honey?"

Stiles was still smiling at his fiancée.

"Have you thought about it?"

Stiles furrowed his brow. He had no idea what she was talking about.

"About what?"

Kara leaned across the table and lifted Stiles chin before softly kissing his mouth.

"About getting married here on the island."

Stiles smiled returned. "Yeah, I have. I would love to."

As Stiles was kissing his soon-to-be wife the host approached the table.

"Excuse me." Stiles and Kara reluctantly broke eye contact and looked up. "Mr. Stiles?"

Stiles nodded yes as he looked at the host.

"Sir, you have a phone call. If you'll follow me..."

"Are you expecting someone? Who knows we're here?" Kara asked, perplexed.
Stiles had no idea who was calling, but if the CIA wanted to find him badly enough, they would. "I'm sure it's someone from work. The FBI, that's what they do, find people. I'll be back as soon as I can. You can order for me if the waiter beats me back."

When Stiles got to the hostess desk he was greeted by Evelyn Johnson.

"Mr. Stiles, it's nice to see you again."

"Oh, hi, I was told that I had a phone call. Would you know anything about that?"

"Yes, I'm sorry about that, but I couldn't think of any other way to get you away from the table."

Stiles had a puzzled look on as his face. "What do you mean?" Lyn handed him an envelope. "I do have something for you though."

"What's this?"

"Open it, please."

Stiles was curious and despite knowing better than to open envelopes from strangers, he opened it anyway. Inside he found Terri's handwritten letter, the letter she buried in the time capsule the night before.

When Stiles finished reading the letter and he was angry. "Is this some kind of sick joke? Where did you get this?"

"No, Mr. Stiles, it is most definitely not a joke. Ka--I mean Terri, is my friend and she is very much alive."

Stiles stared blankly at the near stranger before him, the woman who was telling him that Terri, the wife he was on the island to say 'goodbye' to, was alive.

"That's impossible. She died four years ago. I saw her body. There was a funeral. . ."

"Please Mr. Stiles, I know this is a great shock, but I promise you, it is true. Your wife is alive."

"Where did you get this? How do you know who I am?"

"Terri showed me a drawing of you she did some time ago. She told me about your anniversary here on the island and about the time capsule the two of you buried. She also told me that the other night, the night of your anniversary, she buried a journal and a letter to you in that capsule. This is the last letter she wrote to you. She's written to you every day since she's been here. . ."

Stiles was in shock. He looked back and forth between the letter in his hands and Lyn.

"Terri's really alive?"

"And she knows you're on the island."

"What!"

"She saw you a couple of nights ago."

"Where is she, I want to see her?"

"Her address is on the letter. She's most likely there now."

Stiles looked down at the letter in disbelief. 'Terri alive, Impossible,' he thought shaking his head.

"I can't believe she's really alive. Why didn't she say something if she saw me? Why didn't she come home?" Stiles asked more bewildered than angry.

"She did, come to see you that is, but--" Lyn didn't think it was her place to mention Terri's encounter with Stiles' fiancée. "Anyway, you should talk to her about everything. I'm just here because I thought you should know. Go!"

"Can I get a taxi out front?"

"There's already one waiting for you." Lyn said as she smiled. She was pretty sure he'd want to see Terri immediately and she wanted to be prepared.

"You should know that despite her being away from you all these years, she still loves you and wants to see you again. But, she knows nothing about this; she doesn't even know I took the letter." Then Lyn added, "She may never speak to me again for this."

Stiles thanked Lyn for the letter and headed outside. As he was approaching the door, Stiles heard his name. It was Kara.

"A.B., where are you going?"

Stiles turned to see Kara coming from the dining room. He looked at Kara then at the letter in his hand and back to Kara before he spoke.

"I'm sorry, I have to go. I'll meet you at the hotel later. Don't wait up for me." Then, just as quickly, he turned and left the restaurant.

"A.B.!"

It was too late, he was gone and Kara was upset; Stiles had just walked out while they were in the middle of discussing their wedding and didn't even bother to tell her where he was going.

Lyn didn't try to hide the smile on her face as she approached Kara.

"Did he say anything to you about where he was going?" Kara asked growing more agitated by the second.

"No, I'm sorry. Is there something I can do for you? Are you ready for your check?"

"Uh, yes. I guess so." As Lyn began walking away, Kara stopped her. "Excuse me. Do you know who called for my fiancé?"

"I'm sorry; I didn't see him on the phone. I'm sure he'll be able to fill you in though."

Lyn loved this. She didn't want this woman anywhere near where A.B. Stiles was going.

Kara went back to the hotel alone wondering where Stiles had gone so fast. She consoled herself by deciding it was the office. If only she'd known the truth.