Page 103 of Property of Bob

I told her all of it.

“That explains a lot,” she muttered.

“Yeah.”

“That’s why Skull wouldn’t let me go to my RV by myself.”

“Yeah.”

“And why Pull and Wannabe stayed outside.”

“Yeah.”

Her eyes came back to mine. “And why you said I wasn’t sleeping alone anywhere on the island.”

“Exactly.”

Ramona was quiet for a second. “Is whoever did this the same person who attacked you?”

“We think so.” It had to be.

“And Bernice?”

I nodded. “She was murdered.” I touched my neck. “I was there. This happened right before they killed her.”

Her face softened. “Oh, Ash,” she whispered.

“I don’t remember much of what happened that day. It all happened so fast, and then I was suddenly in the hospital. I have big sections that are just blank from that day.”

We sat there for a moment. I would give everything to remember every second of that day. Erin and I were the only survivors so far. If I could remember something that could help us find whoever was doing this, it would all be over.

“What about Erin?” she asked.

“Connected.”

“How?”

“McKayla came here looking for her, found out that Erin worked here for a bit, and then she just disappeared. Turns out Ron, who worked for the haunted house, was helping the guy terrorizing us, killed Bernice, and took Erin.”

Ramona blinked slowly. “And Ron is still on the island?”

I shook my head. “Ron offed himself before we could find out anything else from him. We did manage to get to Erin before anything more happened to her, but you know she’s in the ICU.”

She sat back and batted her eyes. “You have completely blown my mind, Ash. So you found a guy closely connected to this, and then he just kills himself? Did you figure out who he was working with?”

I sighed. “Nope. He didn’t even give us a clue. Just said we deserved everything that was coming our way and then shot himself.” It was a damn whirlwind when Skull and Anchor had told me the story. I could only imagine how crazy this all sounded to Ramona.

She looked toward the trees beyond the yard.

“That’s why you stay with somebody. Why none of us are ever alone.”

She nodded. No argument this time. Then she looked back at me. “And you thought my campground problem was bad.”

“It is.”

“Ash.”

“What?”