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That was years ago. He didn’t do anything to you, did he?
He stole a pair of my panties, which is creepy and weird!
I’ll get them back for you.
I don’t want them back! Something is seriously wrong with him, so if you can tell the police anything, you should come forward.
You’re telling me to rat out my own brother?
I think he might be a danger to those around him, Remy, so what choice do I have? You’re going to be a doctor. You, of all people, should understand why that sacrifice might have to be made.
“What are you doing?”
Startled by the interruption, Ismay looked up as Jack put down their drinks and took a seat at the small round table. “Texting Remy,” she admitted.
“What?Why?” he said, immediately alarmed.
“He seems almost...conciliatory today. It’s as if he still thinks there’s a chance I’ll take him back—as if he never tried to run us down or send me all those mean messages.”
“My question still stands,” Jack said emphatically. “Why are you responding to him?”
Because she could sense an opportunity. It was a slim opportunity, but it might be theironlyopportunity... “I’m thinking we play into his delusion, get him to believe he’ll come out of this just fine as long as he’s transparent about what he knows. Something has to give, Jack. I don’t think the police are going to be able to do anything about Bastian otherwise.”
Jack took a sip of his latte while studying her over the rim. “But you don’t really think Remy would ever tell on Bastian...”
“If I can get him to believe I might come back to him, he might...”
Jack winced. “I’m not sure I like the sound of that.”
“He’s going to get away with it. It’s not like they live here year-round, which makes the detective’s job that much tougher. What about the women who owned that underwear? Had he been peeping at them? Breaking and entering and fondling their things? Or doing something even worse? All it would take is for Remy to get Bastian to say where those panties came from. Then the police could follow up from there.”
“But that’s such a long shot...”
“Not if he thinks that by throwing Bastian overboard, he can save himself. If Remy continues to protect his brother, they’ll both forever seem suspicious. But if he makes it clear it was Bastian, he can protect his own reputation. And Remy cares more about his image than anyone I know. He’s always trying to prove he’s smarter or better than the next guy.”
“I almost feel sorry for Bastian, growing up with that,” Jack muttered.
“Except Bastian’s insufferable himself.”
“They both have issues.”
“So if I can drive a wedge between them, and I think I know how to do that, it might be just what we need.” She went back to her text chain with Remy.
Either way, I’m going to the newspaper early tomorrow morning.
For what????
To tell them everything I know.
Wait! No! Everyone on the island knows my family.
Jack scooted closer so he could read what was going on. “You’re playing with fire,” he murmured.
Ismay ignored him. She had a feeling this might work...
I’m sorry, but if there are women who are missing underwear, or who’ve had an encounter with Bastian that wasn’t quite right, maybe they’ll come forward.
Are you kidding me? The whole island will think I’m the pervert if you say you found that duffel bag in my closet!
