Chapter 25
The small coastal town of Sarabel Cove was quiet that afternoon. With Merrick navigating the way from the map on his phone, Wyatt drove them through the center of town, then on outside the city limits toward the beach. Crescent Beach Road 84 ran alongside the ocean, with only ten houses on the street.
Wyatt scanned the first house. “Any idea which one it might be?”
“Were there numbers on the paintings?”
“They were 246 and 562.” Merrick met Grant’s look. “What? I like numbers.”
“Well, we’re in the five hundreds here, so let’s try 562.” Wyatt drove past three more houses, then turned into a drive. “This should be it.”
The beach house matched the one in the paintings, only it was gray. A green Jeep Wrangler with its top off sat at the side of the house. The doors of the house
