Chapter Ten
Casey glanced at the clock. Who would be coming to her cabin at nine o’clock on a Sunday night?
“Lee?” Casey asked. “You’re not outside my cabin door right now, are you?”
“Are you kidding? I’ve got cats on either side of me. You couldn’t pay me to get out of this bed right now.”
“Okay, well, I heard a knock.”
“Don’t answer it!” Lee exclaimed. “Do you have a baseball bat? I’m getting 9-1-1 on the other line. If anything happens, you scream and I’ll have the police over there as fast as they— Casey? Casey, are you there?”
But Lee’s cries were met with silence. Because Casey had opened the door to see who it was, and now there was no way that she could make her voice work to remind Lee that Bonnet didn’t have a police department. Her mouth was open, her jaw gone slack. She h
