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“Because I want to know what he found out.”

“You could ask him yourself,” he said.

“Please,” Alex said, waving his hand. “He’d never tell me and you know it. You can’t get much out of the guy.”

No one knew a lot about Griffin until he’d ended up with Penelope.

That was a lie. He was positive Eli knew more than most, but Eli was loyal. Just like they all were in his family.

Sure, there was drama and had been through the generations.

But this generation on the island—they all had the other’s back.

He picked his phone up and saw the missed call and then the text from Griffin saying to call when he had a minute.

It had to be something important if Griffin was trying to track him down rather than waiting for the return call.

He hit the button to call Griffin, who answered on the first ring. “Carter,” Griffin said. “Got some news for you that I figured you’d want to know right away.”

“I figured as much,” he said. “What is it?”

“Mike Coffey is on the island.”

“What?! How do you know?”

There was a sound on the other end that was like a snort. “It’s my job to know. But in this case, I knew he had a gambling problem. You said as much.”

“It has to be bad for you to know,” he said.

“I’ve seen worse,” Griffin said. “But I put his picture into the security system here for facial recognition. I’d get an alert if he showed up. I figured if he was coming to this island for any reason, this would be a stop.”

“When did he get there?” he asked.

“About two hours ago,” Griffin said. “He’s got a room here until Sunday. Not sure what his plan is but thought you should know.”

“The fact he’s here and for days concerns me.”

“Which is why I called,” Griffin said. “If you and Avery want to come see me I’ll fill you in more. I’ll let you know if he leaves, but my guess is, his type will stay put a day or so.”

“Thanks,” he said. “I’ll talk to Avery and get back to you.”

“He’s on the island,” Alex said.

“Yeah,” he said.

“Need me to go with you to knock the guy around and find out what he wants?” Alex was laughing.

“First off, I’m not you. I’m not a hothead.”

“As we know,” Alex said. “But when it comes to the women in our lives, you find you can be.”

“Second of all, I don’t need help if I’ve got to take care of someone.”

Alex was still grinning. Carter wasn’t much of someone to be in a fight, but he’d hold his own and had. Growing up they’d been pushed around. He and his cousins. They’d all thrown punches when they had to. Then gotten read the riot act by their parents or Alex’s father who was the chief of police back then.

“Plus, you know. Griffin is there. Enough said.”

Carter made the same sound that Griffin had on the phone. “Whatever. Now I need to figure out what to tell Avery.”

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