Twenty-Four
An Unsettling Discovery
A knock on the door. Seven thirty, on the dot.
“It’s open!”
Humboldt’s immediate whining and the ticking of his nails on the hardwood as he wiggles his butt is confirmation enough who’s actually just let themselves into my house. “Is this your bag here?” Finan asks after a long minute of cooing at my dog.
“Yes, but my overnighter is on my bed. One sec.” I’m finishing my makeup, trying to tie a scarf over my hair without undoing the last hour’s worth of work—we really, really need a stylist on the island. Originally the plan was to take my namesake ferry over, but it’s a Wednesday, and the Lara II doesn’t run today, so Finan’s boat it is—and that puts my coif in grave danger.
Finan leans against the bathroom door frame; our eyes meet in the mirror,
