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Shivers hit me as he slithers through the dunes toward the beach.
“Don’t say a word.” Mama’s voice is ice. “I know what he is. What he does. And the less we speak about it, the better.”
Is she telling me to move on from my past?
Or is she endorsing my future deal?
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Paid leave or protocol; I don’t like the days off.
It truly is a punishment because I’d rather be working. I need to solve these cases, but we’ve had nothing. No more attacks. I’m grateful for that. No more evidence. I’m losing my mind over it.
Even the surveillance video of the parking lot of the condo building where Cam Le went missing? It’s infuriating.
“The cameras are angled toward the edge of the lot.” I was baffled when Jameson came over and showed me on his laptop. I’m not allowed in the office. “It’s like he doesn’t want coverage of the exits and cars.”
“It’s like he’s hiding something,” Jameson added.
Gentry Evans owns most units in that building. It reeks of wrongdoing. Jameson got a warrant to search the unit Cam Le last cleaned. He said they found nothing, just a normal rental.
Penny interviewed Cam Le’s colleague again. She agreed; the woman knows something but is too scared to say it. Jameson and Penny take turns watching her and the other cleaning crews.
Secretly, I’ve been watching Derek and TJ. It’s a wicked punishment because TJ only makes me think of Redix more.
It’s been another week, and he’s left me alone. It’s what I want, right?
Then why does it feel so wrong?
I guess because we’re really over. I guess he’d rather keep his secret than me.
It leaves me untethered.
I used to be so tied to anger that he left. So attached to the hope that he’d come back and we’d find each other again. But now I’m lost, adrift, because I don’t know who to blame. Me, for wanting the awful truth. Or him, for not wanting to say it.
My phone vibrates on the ottoman.
SILAS
Word is Gentry Evans will be here today at 12 with his crew
Wanna day-trip?
No. I know exactly who’s to blame.
And exactly what I’m still attached to—revenge.
Sure
Pick me up? One hour.
Harbour Town
I can’t break my promise to him; I text Jameson next with an invite. I know it’s last minute, but hell can’t stop me.
He replies:
JAMESON
