Find out the truth about Castle Cove
“Can we get coffee first?” I ask, reaching behind me to fasten my seatbelt.
A lopsided smile seizes his face. “Yes. You’ll probably want it by the water anyway. I’m sure it’ll be cold.”
“As long as you aren’t taking me to the cove, so you can drown me and leave my body to be dashed against the rocks,” I say.
His face lights up. “Right.”
He throws open his door and walks around to the back of his sedan. He opens the trunk, the door lifting overhead. The car dings incessantly, alerting us that the driver’s door has been left open.
Spencer is oblivious to all of this as he rustles through a cardboard box, that scratchy sound of compressed fibers unmistakable. “Perfect.”
He slams the trunk and climbs back into the driver’s seat.
He’s holding a pair
