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Caleb gave his gun to the Mountie who then had him put his hands behind his back. He cuffed him and started leading him away.
“Hey!” I called weakly. “Hey, you can’t do that!”
No one listened. Paramedics bustled over and picked up the stretcher, hefting me out of the seaplane and into an ambulance.
“Caleb!” I cried, reaching out as they stuck him in a different vehicle.
“Hush, dear. Worry about yourself for now,” one of the paramedics said.
I shook my head. “You don’t understand. He’s my boyfriend. You can’t take him away from me!”
“Darling…” the paramedic started to tell me.
“Jacey,” I provided.
“Jacey, your boyfriend is a murderer. You’re going to have to do without him for a while,” the paramedic said kindly.
Murderer? “No, you’ve got it all wrong! What are you talking
