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Authors: Kendra Ashe
leaving the island, but some of those memories were misty and hard to grasp.
“I’m sorry,” I repeated.
Nodding, Elias maneuvered the conversation back to the reason we were there. “Like I said … I was here last night.”
“Do you know the Simmons family?” Ayden continued with his questions.
“I know of them, but I don’t know them.”
Ayden looked down at his notebook and jotted something down. “So you are not acquainted with Dale Simmons?”
Elias shook his head. “Nope. Like I said, I’ve heard of him … but never had any desire, or reason to get to know him.”
“Okay,” Ayden sighed. “We’ll probably be back in touch.”
“I’ll be looking forward to it.” Elias’s eyes fell on me.
My heart jumped into my throat.
Elias was still the sexiest guy I’d ever met, and he remembered. I no longer had any doubt.
“Now what?” I asked Ayden as he was pulling away from the Moreland house.
“First we check out his story. I don’t think he’s telling us everything.”
As much as I wanted to stick up for Elias, I had to agree. He did seem to be hiding something. It wasn’t real obvious unless you happened to notice the huge chip he was carrying on his shoulder. He didn’t want to have anything to do with the FBI, and there had to be a reason.
Chapter Five
No sooner were we back on the Island Loop Highway, and the call came in. Another body, this time at the Sandbar.
The Sandbar was the seaside pub located about a mile north of Storm Cove. It was a quaint little place, and very popular with the locals. The building itself was actually an old commercial fishing vessel that had been set close to the road, and then converted into a bar.
I could still remember the day Annabelle told us she was planning to buy the place, which had originally been used by an old captain as his crashing pad.
The family, including myself, quickly labeled my sister as crazy.
Rolling her eyes in her common, screw you fashion, Annabelle set about fixing the place up. It had taken her nearly a year, but she’d finally managed to get the Sandbar up and running. She filled it will maritime antiques and themed furniture, as well as enough alcohol to float a ship.
That was three years ago. Today the Sandbar was as much a part of the island as the Shipwreck Point Lighthouse.
We’d all eaten our words, but we were glad for Annabelle’s success.
Emergency vehicles crowded the small gravel parking lot, which meant we weren’t going to get a parking spot anywhere near the entrance.
Apparently giving the FBI easy access wasn’t high on old Jeb’s priority list. Not a big surprise, considering the prevailing attitude toward outsiders, and that definitely included the FBI.
At least this time I’d be walking through gravel instead of mud.
By the looks of things, the crime scene was in back of the Sandbar. That’s where all the action seemed to be anyway.
Jeb stood guard near the large green dumpster, which was located about twenty feet from the rear of the Sandbar.
“What do you have?” Ayden asked.
Jeb glanced down at the notepad he was holding in his hand, as if he wouldn’t remember every detail without doing so, which was silly. I had no doubt that old Jeb already had every element of the scene memorized. This was probably the most excitement he’d had in his entire career.
“Annabelle Cooper came out here to dump a bag of trash and saw, what appeared to be something wrapped in a blanket. When she opened the blanket, she discovered a body,” Jeb paused, as if Ayden would need the extra time to absorb it all.
Lowering his eyes to his notebook, he continued. “The victim is a blond, Caucasian female, and appears to be in her early twenties.”
I wondered how shook up my sister was.
Annabelle was tough as nails, and certainly not the type to take life too seriously. But still, finding a body could shake up just about anyone.
“Has the victim been identified?” Ayden asked, as he was
“I’m sorry,” I repeated.
Nodding, Elias maneuvered the conversation back to the reason we were there. “Like I said … I was here last night.”
“Do you know the Simmons family?” Ayden continued with his questions.
“I know of them, but I don’t know them.”
Ayden looked down at his notebook and jotted something down. “So you are not acquainted with Dale Simmons?”
Elias shook his head. “Nope. Like I said, I’ve heard of him … but never had any desire, or reason to get to know him.”
“Okay,” Ayden sighed. “We’ll probably be back in touch.”
“I’ll be looking forward to it.” Elias’s eyes fell on me.
My heart jumped into my throat.
Elias was still the sexiest guy I’d ever met, and he remembered. I no longer had any doubt.
“Now what?” I asked Ayden as he was pulling away from the Moreland house.
“First we check out his story. I don’t think he’s telling us everything.”
As much as I wanted to stick up for Elias, I had to agree. He did seem to be hiding something. It wasn’t real obvious unless you happened to notice the huge chip he was carrying on his shoulder. He didn’t want to have anything to do with the FBI, and there had to be a reason.
Chapter Five
No sooner were we back on the Island Loop Highway, and the call came in. Another body, this time at the Sandbar.
The Sandbar was the seaside pub located about a mile north of Storm Cove. It was a quaint little place, and very popular with the locals. The building itself was actually an old commercial fishing vessel that had been set close to the road, and then converted into a bar.
I could still remember the day Annabelle told us she was planning to buy the place, which had originally been used by an old captain as his crashing pad.
The family, including myself, quickly labeled my sister as crazy.
Rolling her eyes in her common, screw you fashion, Annabelle set about fixing the place up. It had taken her nearly a year, but she’d finally managed to get the Sandbar up and running. She filled it will maritime antiques and themed furniture, as well as enough alcohol to float a ship.
That was three years ago. Today the Sandbar was as much a part of the island as the Shipwreck Point Lighthouse.
We’d all eaten our words, but we were glad for Annabelle’s success.
Emergency vehicles crowded the small gravel parking lot, which meant we weren’t going to get a parking spot anywhere near the entrance.
Apparently giving the FBI easy access wasn’t high on old Jeb’s priority list. Not a big surprise, considering the prevailing attitude toward outsiders, and that definitely included the FBI.
At least this time I’d be walking through gravel instead of mud.
By the looks of things, the crime scene was in back of the Sandbar. That’s where all the action seemed to be anyway.
Jeb stood guard near the large green dumpster, which was located about twenty feet from the rear of the Sandbar.
“What do you have?” Ayden asked.
Jeb glanced down at the notepad he was holding in his hand, as if he wouldn’t remember every detail without doing so, which was silly. I had no doubt that old Jeb already had every element of the scene memorized. This was probably the most excitement he’d had in his entire career.
“Annabelle Cooper came out here to dump a bag of trash and saw, what appeared to be something wrapped in a blanket. When she opened the blanket, she discovered a body,” Jeb paused, as if Ayden would need the extra time to absorb it all.
Lowering his eyes to his notebook, he continued. “The victim is a blond, Caucasian female, and appears to be in her early twenties.”
I wondered how shook up my sister was.
Annabelle was tough as nails, and certainly not the type to take life too seriously. But still, finding a body could shake up just about anyone.
“Has the victim been identified?” Ayden asked, as he was