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Then I’m still coming.
When?
Just told Mom and Dad before I left the farm. So I’m looking for a flight right now.
She could only imagine how surprised her parents were by this development and wondered if they were upset she’d made him such an offer. They had Hank to help with the farm, but more hands were always better. They’d probably been counting on having both their sons. And they might feel as though escaping the situation was taking the coward’s way out. Her parents were like that. They lived on principle, and sometimes they chose to take a stand that made no sense to her.How’d they take the news?
They were supportive.
She sagged in relief. At least she wouldn’t have her parents to contend with. Just Remy. Thank God, because Jack needed their support now more than ever.
That’s wonderful!
I was shocked.
Maybe they understand this is what’s best for you.
It’s hard enough for them to be the center of town gossip. Did you find out about the house-sitting gig?
Not yet. But I’m working on it.
Okay. I’ll let you know when my plane gets in. I can’t wait to lock up this empty house and drive away—possibly for good.
I’m looking forward to it.
Setting her phone on the counter, Ismay stepped into the warm water. It wasn’t going to be easy making sure Remy had the summer he was looking forward to while trying to entertain and support Jack, especially with Bastian thrown into the mix. But she’d figure out a way to make it all work because her brother needed her. She wasn’t going to let him down.
13
Could it be that he wasn’t the only person with something to hide?
Bo scratched his neck as he stared up at the cottage from the beach. He’d walked down to the ocean, hoping to get close enough to the Windsors’ vacation home to be able to tell if Bastian was giving Ismay a hard time. He figured he’d make up an excuse to knock and interrupt if he had to, say he had to check on the roof or the wiring or some bullshit. Bastian wouldn’t know he was lying. He didn’t know how to do anything.
But it would seem odd that he’d come by so late. He felt he could potentially cover for it, but it was better that he didn’t need to. All was quiet, except his thoughts. What else, besides that photograph, had Ismay discovered at the cottage? Why did it alarm her so much? And where, exactly, had she found it?
It had to be something significant. She’d received that text from Bastian and hurried off before he could press the issue, but he was beginning to think he needed to get her to tell him, in case therewassomething to be worried about. She’d been talking about serial killers, for God’s sake. What on earth could’ve made her gothere?
After pulling his phone from his pocket, he sent her a text.
I think you should tell me.
Fortunately, she seemed to know what he meant and he didn’t have to clarify.
No. I feel bad. I shouldn’t have mentioned it.
Why do you feel bad?
Because I don’t want to make Remy look like he might be violent or someone he’s not.
Violent? What could’ve alarmed her to that degree?
So you found whatever it is in Remy’s room?
No response.
In his mind, that was a yes. She just didn’t want to acknowledge it.
Tell me this: is it some kind of rape kit with a rope, zip ties, a knife, a ski mask—stuff like that?
