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She held it closer to her face before looking up. “Remy’s in the front row.”
“Along with his family.”
“So...maybe their families were friends?”
“I haven’t been able to determine that yet. I’m sorry if my asking Honey made you feel as though I didn’t keep my word.”
“It’s okay. You covered for it well. It just...took me by surprise.”
“She’s lived on the island for a long time. I didn’t know how else to go about finding out who was in that photograph.”
“It worked,” she said.
“It did. Now we just need to figure out why that photograph was in the duffel bag.”
With a sigh, she sat down again, and he sat beside her. “Coming here has been nothing like I anticipated,” she said. “I’m worried about Jack. And Bastian. And, most of all, that damn duffel bag.”
He could see her point. “It’s not turning out to be much of a vacation so far.”
“There’ve been a few highlights.”
The sound of the surf had always been comforting to Bo. That was part of what kept him on Mariners. “Such as?”
“You’re one of them,” she said.
He didn’t know how to respond. Meeting her had been a highlight for him, too—but it had also introduced some risk and uncertainty into his life right when he’d begun to feel he could quit looking over his shoulder. “I’m glad it hasn’t beenallbad.” Making light of it would keep them from drifting too close, he hoped.
“I’ll have to figure out a way to ask Bastian, and maybe Remy, about Lyssa Helberg,” she said. “See how they react, what they have to say.”
“I can talk to the librarian, Ivy Hawthorne, in the morning. She knows a lot about what goes on here.”
Ismay hugged her knees to her chest. “How will you bring it up?”
“Just by following up on what Honey told her—that I found Lyssa’s picture in a library book.”
She heaved another sigh. “That’ll be good.”
“Shouldn’t raise too many alarms,” he added.
“Do you think we’re worried for no good reason?” she asked. “Sometimes it feels ridiculous that I’m even trying to figure this stuff out. Maybe I should just ask Remy about it.”
From what Bo had seen, most normal, good people struggled to believe psychopaths truly existed. Or rather, they knew psychopaths existed on a cognitive level, but they couldn’t imagine ever being victimized themselves. “I wouldn’t,” he said.
The look on her face when she glanced over at him suggested she’d heard the caution in his voice. “Why not?”
He refused to meet her gaze, because he couldn’t tell her why—at least he couldn’t say what he really wanted to say. “I just wouldn’t.”
“You think that duffel bag could indicate something terrible?”
“Don’t you? Isn’t that the problem?”
She didn’t answer.
“I think it could also mean nothing,” Bo continued. “But we won’t know until we learn more.”
She let go of her knees and began to push the sand into a pile. “Bastian called my parents this morning.”
“What for?”
