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So, things start heating up in the search for Darcy Cantrell. Our trusty town sheriff is now on the case, talking with witnesses and retracing Darcy’s last steps. He knew they were starting the search with a huge disadvantage. The first few days after a person disappears are the most critical—and Darcy had already been gone for nearly a week.
But it didn’t take long before he noticed a pattern in the witness statements. One name kept popping up – none other than Donovan Scott, the town troublemaker. This guy’s got a reputation a mile wide for causing chaos and getting into fights. Sheriff Jerry even threw him in jail a few months prior for vandalism, but the charges were dropped, and he walked away without punishment. Sounds like a solid first suspect, right? Especially since Donovan and Darcy were next-door neighbors and known to date.
So the sheriff headed over to Donovan’s house. His mom claimed he wasn’t home, but Sheriff Jerry was not convinced. He decided to wait it out, and sure enough, after a few hours, Donovan made a run for it out the back door. I mean, who does that? It’s suspicious as hell. Did he really think he was going to get away?
So, they catch the kid and bring him in for questioning. At first, he’s denying everything. He doesn’t know Darcy that well. He’s never been to Hidden Beach. He doesn’t know anything about anything. But as Sheriff Jerry dug deeper, Donovan’s story started to fall apart. He eventually admitted that he had attended the party at Hidden Beach with Darcy and that they had gotten into an argument. He claimed that Darcy had left the party on her own, and he hadn’t seen her since. But the sheriff suspected the kid was lying through his teeth.
So, what does Sheriff Jerry do? He gets a search warrant, and investigators start combing through the Scott house. And let me tell you, what they found was disturbing. There were bloodstains on the underside of the carpet in the living room that someone had attempted to clean. And—get this—a baseball bat in Donovan’s closet with traces of blood on it. Not looking good for Donovan, right? The kid was getting nervous and more belligerent, but as he tried to come up with excuses for the blood stain and the bat, Sheriff Jerry saw the fear in his eyes.
The sheriff knew he had found his main suspect.
And… that’s where I’m leaving you for today’s episode. We dove into the search for Darcy Cantrell and the various leads that were pursued to try and uncover her whereabouts. It’s a frustrating and heart-wrenching case, but we won’t give up until we find the answers. Join me next time as we take a closer look at Donovan Scott. Until then, stay curious, stay safe, and keep searching for the truth.
chapter six
Donovan Scott.
Sasha’s eyes popped open in horror. She must have dreamed last night, right? Oh, please, let it have been some kind of ultra-realistic sex dream about the town’s most notorious bad boy.
Though she wasn’t usually prone to sex dreams, ultra-realistic or otherwise.
And she’d never had a dream that left her wet and throbbing between her legs.
And she’d never woken up to a dream holding her in thick, tattooed arms.
The demon mask he’d worn last night still sat on the nightstand, staring at her with blank eyes.
“Does the angel want to be fucked by the demon?”
Oh, God. Oh, shit.
What had she done?
Head pounding, she carefully lifted his arm from her waist and slid off the bed. She hadn’t noticed last night, but the hotel room was actually a suite with a seating area in addition to the bedroom with the king-sized bed they’d thoroughly rumpled. Sliding doors divided the two spaces, and they sat open.
Where were her clothes? She needed to find them and—
She spotted her dress thrown over the couch, but when she picked it up, her heart sank. It was torn almost in two down the back along the zipper. She couldn’t wear it without showing everyone her ass. She dropped it and picked her thong off a nearby lamp. It was also shredded into two pieces. If anyone saw what was left of her clothing, they’d think she’d been attacked by a feral animal rather than undressed by a man.
A man with very big, talented hands.
A man who had made her scream—
No.
She shut down the memories. She had to go home and forget this ever happened, but she couldn’t very well creep out of here naked.
The black shirt he’d been wearing last night lay in a heap on the floor. It didn’t suit him. She knew from seeing him around Redwood Coast Rescue that he was a leather jacket and jeans kind of guy. Zak must have blackmailed him to get him to dress up in costume for the ball.
Well, it was better than nothing. She grabbed it and pulled the shirt over her head. It hung on her, skimming her thighs. The satin was cool against her skin, making her nipples pucker, and the deep V neckline showed off more cleavage than her dress had. She tried to lace the string tighter, closing the gap. It was no use.
It wasn’t often she felt petite, but Donovan was a big man with broad, powerful shoulders. She remembered the way he’d picked her up like—
No, dammit.
“Where are you going?”
She jumped at the rumble of his sleep-roughened voice behind her and clutched the V-neck closed as she spun toward him. He was still wearing nothing but his tattoos, and he was hard, his morning erection jutting shamelessly. The man was all diamond-cut muscle, his broad shoulders narrowing into a defined V at his hips. Every inch of him was perfect, which made her feel even more self-conscious. She was strong—she had to be to treat horse-sized dogs, vicious chihuahuas, and angry cats—but her muscle was hidden under a comfortable layer of fat she couldn’t get rid of no matter how much she exercised and dieted. She was soft and round in all the places he was hard and flat. She held the gaping neck of the shirt tighter and tugged on the too-short hem.
