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straight home. I had the meeting to go to, and Morgan was waiting.”
    Cade looked even more somber than he had when he brought Morgan and Blair here. He set his foot up on the empty bench. Rubbing the sun creases in his face, he said, “Jonathan, where’s your speargun?”
    Jonathan frowned. This wasn’t the time to talk about spearfishing, so he knew that Cade had a purpose for asking. “In the toolshed behind the house,” he said. “Why?”
    â€œBecause I just found a Magnum Blue Water gun floating in the water on the other side of the warehouse.”
    â€œWhat?” Jonathan gasped. “Was that the murder weapon?”
    Cade looked down at Blair, who gaped up at him, one side of her face pale, the other dark pink. “Jonathan, let’s talk out front,” he said.
    â€œAnswer him, Cade,” Blair said, getting back to her feet. “Were my parents killed with a speargun?”
    He rubbed his face and looked away. “They were each hit with a bulletnose point to the neck or throat, which explains why no one heard gunshots.”
    â€œThe throat?” Morgan choked out. “Oh, dear God . . .”
    Jonathan’s face twisted, and he took a step toward Cade. “Who besides me has a Blue Water gun?”
    Cade shook his head and kept his eyes on Jonathan’s face. “You’re the only one in our diving group, Jonathan.”
    Jonathan stood there a moment, staring at his old friend. “There could be others,” he said. “Tourists, or someone not in our group. They’re not that expensive.”
    â€œI’m just asking you where it is,” Cade said.
    Jonathan let go of Morgan. She looked up at Cade, waiting for the point to his question. Her face was wet, and mascara ran under her eyes. “It’s in the storage shed behind the house where I’ve always kept it,” Jonathan said. “Come with me and I’ll show you.”
    â€œI’ll send McCormick to get it,” he said. “Got a key?”
    Jonathan nodded and pulled his key chain out. His hands were still trembling as he worked the toolshed key off the chain.
    â€œTell me about your fight this morning,” Cade said.
    Jonathan tried to shift gears and think, but the memory crushed him. His mouth trembled with the force of his emotion. “Man, I wish I could take it all back.”
    â€œTake what back?” Cade asked.
    â€œThe fight. I lost my temper, said things I shouldn’t have said. . . . It ended badly. If I’d known it was going to be the last time I saw them . . .”
    â€œWhat was the fight about, Jonathan?” Blair demanded. “Everybody on this island seems to know but me.”
    â€œIt was about Gus Hampton. I don’t trust him, and I didn’t want Morgan around him.”
    He watched Blair get up, her eyes intense as she grabbed Cade’s arm. “Cade, maybe Gus did it. Maybe he’s the one. Maybe he did this to Mama and Pop.” Her voice quivered as her body straightened with purpose. “If he did, so help me, I’ll kill him myself. I’m gonna go find out.” She started toward the parking lot again.
    â€œWhere are you going?” Cade asked.
    â€œTo talk to Gus Hampton,” she said. The color was starting to return to her face.
    â€œNo, you can’t go,” Cade said. “Blair, you need to stay here.”
    â€œWhy?” she asked, swinging around. “Am I under arrest?”
    â€œOf course not,” he said. “But you’re interfering with an investigation. I already have officers looking for Gus. He shouldn’t be that hard to find. But when they find him, they’ll be interviewing him, not you.” He caught up to her, touched her shoulder, and leaned down to look into her face. “Blair, I promise you, we’re going to find who did this. But you’ll have to let us do it, without getting in our way.”
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