Chapter Sixteen
“You have to have an idea where this house is,” Billy Jo said. “I mean, how many houses on the island have a pool?”
Mark was still trying to get his head around the story he’d just heard. He couldn’t remember ever feeling the chill he did now. How could something like that happen here? The island seemed welcoming, yet he knew a lot of things went on behind the scenes, hidden. After all, he had come up against closed-mouthed locals every now and again.
“Detective, are you going to answer me?”
He looked across the hood of his Jeep to the young woman, freckles spattered over her nose and cheeks, whom his mother had asked him to keep an eye on. She was far from helpless, though. She could look after herself.
“Do you ever get the feeling we’re being played?” he said.
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