“Let’s go home,” I said. “Enjoy our last day together.”
Jun agreed, taking my hand as we left Smith and Rogers alone. “What will happen with all those pieces of eight you found in the room?” he asked eventually.
“The board is going through the lengthy process of laying claim to it,” I answered. “Florida has some whacky lost treasure laws they need to get around to keep it.”
“I suppose they won’t toss some your way for all the trouble?” he asked, and I could hear the smile in his tone without having to look at him and confirm it.
“Ms. Pricedidmention a bonus was in my future.”
“Maybe we can take that trip to Japan sooner.”
I stopped and finally looked up at Jun. “I love you. Did you know that?”
Jun’s mouth quirked and his eyes did that little twinkly thing they do. “I did. But it’s wonderful hearing you say it.”
“I’ve been thinking, about… maybe moving back to New York.”
His hand tightened in mine. Just a little, but I noticed. “Really?”
I nodded. “Don’t get me wrong. Living in a tropical paradise is pretty sweet, and I love my job but… seeing you on a weekly basis seems way nicer than a few times a year.”
“Don’t give up everything for me, Aubrey,” Jun said gently.
“I gave it all up because of Matt,” I clarified. “This is me taking my life back.” I smiled. “Don’t you think?”
Jun put a hand on my jaw, holding it as he kissed me. “You’re sweeter than candy, Mr. Grant.”
“So are you, Mr. Tanaka.”
Jun took my hand again, and we continued toward the front gates. “You know,” he said. “Tillman got the ID of the caller leaving those harassing messages.”
“Curtis,” I muttered.
“No.”
I made a face. “Josh?”
Jun shook his head.
“For fuck—Herb?”
Jun stopped just inside the cemetery walls and looked at me. “They came from the landline in the Smith Home.”
“That’s not possible. Only the tour guides use that phone to call the gift shop. You know, if they need something and can’t leave the house unattended.”
Jun raised an eyebrow.
“And I got calls while the house was locked down by the police,” I continued.
“They came from inside the home,” Jun said again.
A shiver crept deep down, right into my bones, and I looked across the sea of headstones, picking out the flowers we’d left for the gentlemen.
It wasn’t possible.
Right?
