The woman lifted an eyebrow, unimpressed.“Yeah, and I ignored you.See how that worked?”
Anchor pushed the door open, and all four of us stepped outside.
Lost stayed behind us just inside the doorway, blocking Shay and Pearl from view.
Push took a full step toward her.“I’m not playing this game.”
“I am,” she said sweetly.“And I know you’re not the one I want to talk to.”She looked at each of our nametags and smiled when her eyes spotted Anchor’s.“He’s the one I want to talk to.”She stepped toward the porch and smirked up at Anchor.“President of the Kings of Anarchy Michigan chapter.Just the man I wanted to talk to.Name’s McKayla Day.”
Anchor didn’t smile.“Just past the haunted house, private property.”
“So I’ve been told,” she said with a glare at Push.“Repeatedly.Loudly.”
Push scowled.“And yet here you are.”
“Here I am,” she agreed.
I stepped forward.“What do you want?”
Her gaze landed on me, sharp and assessing.She reached into her bag and pulled out a piece of paper.She held it out to us, and Vin grabbed it.He showed it to us, and it was a missing person flyer with a picture of a pretty blonde woman.“Answers.”
“Answers to what?”Anchor asked.
“My sister,” she said plainly.“She came here about a month ago.Texted me that she and her boyfriend were heading to Skull Island.Haunted house date night.”She lifted a shoulder.“And then nothing.No call.No text.No credit card transactions.No more sister.”
Through the screen door behind us, Pearl gasped audibly, and Shay sucked in a breath.
McKayla’s eyes zeroed in on the movement.
Busted.
Her tone changed, barely.“More of you inside.I think I might be outnumbered without knowing who you are hiding.”
Anchor stepped half an inch in front of me.“Don’t.”
“Don’t what?”she asked coolly.“Notice that the two women in your club are practically hiding behind you?Notice the way every man on this island tenses when I mention missing women?Notice that you’ve ramped up security without publicly announcing a reason?”Her chin lifted.“I’m a PI, not an idiot.”
Push cursed under his breath.
“Walk away,” Anchor said.Calm.Deadly.“Your sister isn’t here.Your fight is not here.”
“It is,” she said, her voice steady as stone.“Because my sister didn’t vanish.Someone took her.Someone on this island, or someone connected to it.”
“No one in this club hurts women,” Push snapped.
McKayla blinked.Once.
Then her gaze softened almost imperceptibly.
“I know,” she said quietly.
Push froze.Just a second.Just long enough for me to catch it.
McKayla continued, “If I thought one of you did it, I wouldn’t be standing here without backup.But women have disappeared around this area.Mine wasn’t the only one.A few years apart.All around the lake.All last seen near Skull Crossing.”
Anchor’s jaw ticked.We didn’t know anything about that.We only knew about the four bodies we had found.
“I can see you did a little digging, but your next hole to dig isn’t here,” he said.“Like I said, walk away.”
