“None that we’ve pieced together so far. I’d like to speak to your victim, if that’s possible. Get more information about her communications with the suspect. See if they match the other victims.”
I twirled the pen around my fingers. “Couldn’t you have sent Gage or Cowboy to handle the nitty-gritty work?”
“I could have, but I decided to oversee this myself.”
“You’re a demigod. Don’t you have more important work to do?”
“What’s the problem? Is it that I outrank you?”
“You don’t outrank me on my island.”
“And here I thought this island was called Evermore, not Property of Maya August.”
I rose to my feet. “Come along, Protector. Let’s go pay a visit to Stella.”
“Von Hagen?”
I jerked toward him. “How do you know her name?”
All Neighborhood identities were supposed to be secret from those in the regular world.
“I’m the Protector of the Region, August. It’s my business to know.”
“And what? You memorized every name on the island?”
“I had one of my assistants create a master list and I recall her name.”
“Am I on that list?” I asked, giving the question my best injection of nonchalance.
“I said a master list, didn’t I? That includes staff.”
The pulse quickening resumed, but this response had nothing to do with Vale’s demigod bod. “What kind of information does this list have aside from names?”
“Why? Worried I’ll find out your birthdate?”
“We don’t age shame on this island, so no, I’m not worried.” I exited the office and locked the door behind us. “We can take my golf cart.”
“No need. I can drive us. Justine was kind enough to lend me one of the execu-carts.”
Executive golf carts belonged to members of the board of directors. They were roomier, more comfortable, and their maximum speed allowed an additional five miles per hour.
Begrudgingly, I followed him to the shiny golf cart and sat beside him in the passenger seat.
“Inhale that fresh air,” he said, starting the motor. “The sky is blue. The sun is shining.”
“And you have a nice boat.” The boat was actually a beautiful yacht, but I refused to give him the satisfaction of acknowledging that. I could be petty like that.
“The water’s calm today. I saw a pod of dolphins on the way here.”
Okay, now I was a tad jealous. I loved dolphins.
“Which way to Stella’s?”
“What? You didn’t memorize her address too?”
“No. Only yours.”
I wasn’t sure if he was joking. I pointed us in the right direction, and he steered the golf cart toward the Divide, which provided us with a breathtaking view of the water.
