“I will,” she replied, “when I’m done.All you guys need to do is answer a few questions and let me see some of your surveillance footage from the night she said she was going to be here.That is all that I want.”
“We don’t have the answers you want, and no one outside of the club looks at our surveillance,” I said.
“But I think you’re wrong.”She stepped toward the porch until her toes hit the bottom step.“I just want to see if she was even here.I’m at a dead end until I confirm she was here.”
Anchor shook his head.“No.”
“But I—” She started, but Push stepped toward her.She glared at him.
“Get her out of here, Push,” Anchor ordered.
“With pleasure.”He swiftly planted a shoulder in her stomach before she could react, and he hoisted her over his shoulder.She kicked and cussed him out, but she was no match for Push.
“A piece of advice for you, McKayla,” Anchor called.“Your sister isn’t here, and I wouldn’t step foot on Skull Island again if I were you.”
“This isn’t over,” McKayla spat as she pounded her fists on Push’s back.
“Yeah, it is,” Anchor replied, final.
Push didn’t wait for another word.He turned and started down the path toward the haunted house with McKayla slung over his shoulder like a screaming, pissed-off sack of flour.Her hair swung wildly with each step, her fists beat on his back, and her voice echoed through the trees.
“Put me down, you asshole!”
Push didn’t even flinch.“Keep squirming, and you’re gonna make me drop you on purpose,” he said, completely unfazed, and walked like he was carrying nothing more than a throw pillow.
McKayla responded with another string of curses that would’ve made most men put her down.Push just snorted and kept moving.That man was a damn brick wall, and angry woman or not, he wasn’t breaking a sweat.
They disappeared around the bend in the trail, and her furious yelling cut off slowly as the sights and sounds of the haunted house swallowed them.
The porch door creaked behind us, and Pearl and Shay stepped out.Pearl folded her arms against her chest, her jaw tight, her eyes tracking the direction McKayla had gone like she was watching a storm roll in.
“What if her sister is one of the bodies the killer left?”Pearl asked.
Anchor’s gaze flicked toward her.“We don’t know if she is,” he said, voice firm but not unkind, “but we’re not going to let McKayla be the one to figure that out.”
He turned to Vin.“She said her sister disappeared about a month ago.See if you can find anything on the cameras.Search every face.If we can confirm she wasn’t here, then we don’t have anything to worry about.”
“And what if I find her?”Vin asked.
Anchor exhaled hard, rubbing the back of his neck.“Then we just added another fucking problem to our growing list.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
Shay
Pearl sat beside me on the couch, her leg bouncing uncontrollably.She kept flipping through the same three pages of Bernice’s scrapbook, but not reading a single word on them.
Prime paced the length of the room like he had caffeine plugged straight into his bloodstream.Every pass he made, he glanced at the windows, then the door, and then at me.
Lost stood by the front door, arms crossed, his jaw ticking whenever he thought no one noticed.
Even Piney looked rattled, and Piney was the definition of unfazed.
It had only been ten minutes since McKayla appeared and then disappeared down the trail over Push’s shoulder.Ten minutes since she told us her sister had vanished after coming to this island.
I pressed my hands together, my fingers twisting.
My heart felt like someone was squeezing it in their fist.
