2. No Stone Unturned-1
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CHAPTER TWO
no stone unturned
Within three hours, the island is overwhelmed with Royal Canadian Mounted Police (RCMP) and security personnel. The residents have been updated via Lutris and asked to meet at the community centre at 6:00 p.m. for an island-wide briefing and plea for information and to recruit search volunteers. I beg with Len and Wes to please look beyond Thalia’s shores—if this is Iona MacChruim, which is our current working hypothesis based on the grainy photograph of Finan delivered via little Harmony at town hall earlier today, there’s no f*****g way Iona would stick around the island. No way.
As soon as Rupert hangs up on his video chat, he charters a helicopter, and he and Wes Singh stride into the buzzing conference room just after four o’clock. This is when access to money helps—chartering helicopters and bringing in an army of private investigators to save one of your own.
Rupert sees me across the way and heads right over. I’m shaking again by the time I push out of my chair, and when he wraps his spidery arms around me, the sobs renew. He lets me cry against him, murmuring promises that we will find Finan, unharmed, and all will be well again.
He pushes back, his hands on my shoulders, his own sad blue-gray eyes filled with tears. “I promise you we will bring him home.”
I nod and wipe my nose with his offered handkerchief. I can’t count how many of Rupert’s fine silk hankies I have collected over my lifetime, but likely enough to make a parachute.
I could really use a parachute right about now.
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