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The Angel of St. Thomas vs. the Galactic
Good Guys
Peter Prellwitz
CARIBBEAN ANGEL SERIES: CARLITA
The Angel of St. Thomas
Vs. the Galactic Good Guys
By Rachel Ann Prellwitz
Karen Babcock, editor
 Chapter One
Midnight Angel

A beautiful night. Starlit skies above, crystal waters below, showing their blue color beneath a full moon.
A light breeze played across St. Thomas harbor, teasing the reflection of Charlotte Amalie's skyline into a
late night dance. It should have been a night of romance, happiness and of bright colors and sounds. Not
a night of sadness, fear and evil.

I was moving across the harbor at about twenty miles an hour, having come from the Havensight docks
on the eastern side. My feet were less than two feet above the short waves, my head only three feet.
Normally I тАЬstoodтАЭ when flying, but I didn't want the kidnapper to see me, so I flattened out.

Lieutenant LewisтАЩ bulletproof vest was bulky and hot. I wished he hadn't talked me into wearing it. Still,
he wouldn't let me go in unless I wore it, so I adapted. I was still sleepy when the call came through and
in my rush to get here, I'd forgotten to bring the one made for me. Next time I'd remember.

The comlink crackled.

"You're coming in fine, Carlita,тАЭ Lt. Lewis reassured me. Himself, more like, I smiled to myself. I'd been
helping the police for ten years nowтАФthe last two as a member of the forceтАФbut he was still nervous
when I went into action.

"Thanks, Lieutenant. I'm at the beach and turning west."

I reached the sharp white line of the shore waves and cut west, toward Trompeter Gade. The burglar
had taken the little girl into Samson's Auto Repair around midnight. He hadn't intended on kidnapping
her, just robbing her family's home. She happened to catch him in the act and things got out of hand. For
a six-year-old girl, I could think of nothing scarier. I was going on eighteen and it scared me.

There'd been a determined but brief chase by the police down to the harbor before he fled here. He
didn't have any demands; he just didn't know what to do. I was supposed to keep him from doing
anything.

The second floor window was open, so I went up to it and quietly lifted it just enough to squeeze
through.

"I'm entering at the second floor,тАЭ I whispered into the mic. тАЬI'm going off-line now."

"Roger,тАЭ he replied. тАЬWe're outside and in position. Good luck, Carlita."

"Thanks. Over and out.тАЭ I clicked off the headset and stored it in the vest. I needed to look just right.
Not for vanity, but for safety.