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“It’s a scene, all right,” the one named Ivy said, her bottom lip coming out in a pout, tears in her eyes. Her arms were crossed in front of her and she was shivering. He was trying to be considerate.
“Relax,” the man said. “You can come home with us tonight. Both of you. Jasmine and I will feel better too.”
“Let’s go in if you want, and I can get everyone’s name and statement,” he said.
Ivy stayed back a second. Then one of the other women looked like she was a third sister. One must be with the guy.
“I’m going in,” the one sister he didn’t know the name of said. “We have to at some point. I wanted to go through when we got home and you wouldn’t let me.”
The one that just spoke started to march toward the house and he followed, the rest of them falling in line behind him.
“Can I get your names and statements of what happened tonight?” he asked once they were inside.
“I’m Dahlia Greene, this is my sister Ivy Greene. We both live here.” He listened as Dahlia gave a clear and concise statement while Ivy’s eyes were wide as saucers and were just looking around at the destruction.
“I don’t know if I can stay here again, Jasmine,” Ivy said.
How funny was it that these three girls had the name of flowers. He wasn’t sure why that even popped into his head. He never thought of sissy things like that.
“We’ll figure it out,” Jasmine said. “By the way, I’m Jasmine Wright and this is my husband Wesley Wright. I’m their sister, but I’m sure you figured that out.”
“I did,” he said. “You look familiar.” He was looking at Wesley. “Like I’ve seen you in the papers or something?”
He liked to know those things. Maybe it had something to do with this break-in, but he doubted it.
“I own the Wright Marina. My mother owns Mona’s. It used to be...”
“The Whitney Marina,” he finished. “Yes, I know it.”
He knew most of the marinas in the area and had been in them. Not that he’d worked at those, but when he was working with his father, there were times he’d have to run to another marina for a part here or there they might not have on hand.
“We’ll take my sisters-in-law back to my house tonight,” Wesley said.
“Only for tonight,” Dahlia said. “It’s like anything else in life. If you fall off the horse you need to get back on it.” Dahlia held her hand up before Ivy could speak and it was easy to see the oldest and youngest of the group. “Ivy. We can’t sleep here tonight because the place is a mess, but tomorrow we are getting our butts up bright and early and coming here to clean up.”
“And we’ll be here with you,” Jasmine said. “But you know you are both welcome to stay with us as long as you’d like.”
Ivy’s big blue eyes were blinking his way, a tear falling, and there was a buzzing in his ears like he never had before.
He pushed it off because he wasn’t someone that felt all warm and fuzzy over anything.
He was normally the hard ass. The dick. The jerk that said what he was thinking and threw a fist before he thought.
That was in his teen years.
He kept his arms from swinging now unless he had no choice. And even watched his words...at least when he was on the job.
“Do you think you can catch him? Why was the state police called in? I don’t understand that,” Ivy said.
“We’ll catch him at some point,” he said.
“What does that mean?” Ivy asked.
“Just that it’s not like he’s going to run outside right now and go looking for him,” Dahlia said.
“No,” he said. “I was called in because there have been a lot of break-ins just like this in the past few months. Not just in Mystic but also in neighboring towns. That is why the state police is involved.”
“You mean it could happen again?” Ivy asked. Another tear rolled down her face.
