vacationing right now in Virginia Beach. I can just drive down there with my wife and kids. Iâve got two girls.â He sounded eager. âI canât believe this! Delilah is alive after all this time. Hold on.â There was a muffled exchange with someone, then he came back on the line. âCan we come tomorrow? Thatâs Christmas Eve. I donât want to wait another day to see her.â
Tom pictured her face when she saw her brother for the first time and grinned. âThatâd be great. She manages Tidewater Inn, a bed-and-breakfast here on the island. Iâll talk to the owner and arrange for your lodging. This will mean the world to her.â
âYou her husband or something?â
âNot yet.â Something light and airy spread in Tomâs chest. âI care about her though.â
âDude, youâre going to be a rock star in her eyes. Mine too. I canât tell you what this means to me, to my wife and daughters. Family. Wow.â
Tomâs grin widened. âSee you tomorrow then.â He ended the call and put his phone down. The surprise was going to be so great. His cell phone rang, and as he answered it, he saw Vanessaâs name on the screen. âEverything okay?â
âI donât know. Iâve been trying to call Delilah for half an hour, and sheâs not answering. Libby turns off her phones at night so I couldnât reach them either.â
âMaybe she turned her phone off too.â He started the truck and headed it back toward Tidewater Inn.
âShe never turns it off. A guest might need something. Iâm a little worried. Itâs probably nothing, and like I said earlier, the fire and the attack on Delilah probably arenât related, but after my scare today Iâm a little on edge. I thought all my worries were over once Keith left me alone. A lot I know.â
Keith. Something clicked in Tomâs head. âWhat was your last communication with him?â
âThe usual. That he was going to show me we belonged together no matter what anyone else said.â
âWhy would he say it that way? Did he know Delilah objected to the way he treated you?â
âWell, yeah. When we broke up, I told him Iâd been like a frog that didnât know the water was heating up until my best friend pointed it out.â Vanessaâs gasp came through the phone loud and clear. âYou think heâs the one who set the fire and tried to hurt Delilah?â
âIt makes sense. Iâm heading there now. Iâll let you know when I find her.â He ended the call and tossed his cell phone into the passenger seat.
Heâd break the door down to rouse the entire place if he had to. Praying everything was fine, he took the curves at nearly seventy miles an hour, so fast his tires squealed. His heart tried to pound right out of his chest, and he kept pushing away the image of finding her lifeless body. Heâd gone through that once with Holly, and he couldnât do it again.
He snatched up his phone and tried Delilahâs number, but it rang until her voice mail message came on. So he called his deputy and instructed him to run another check on Keith Jacobsen and to see if Keithâs vehicle was parked in front of his house. It would be at least an hour before the deputy could get out there to the house and call him back.
The porch light at Tidewater Inn beckoned ahead, and he accelerated into the final straight length of road, then slammed on his brakes, yanked the truck into Park, and leaped out.
He ran up the innâs steps and rang the doorbell. If he woke up the entire household only to find Delilah sleeping in her bed, he was going to feel like a fool, but he had to know she was all right.
It seemed an eternity before a bleary-eyed Alec, dressed in pajamas and a robe, opened the door. âTom, whatâs wrong?â
âHave you seen Delilah? Sheâs not answering her phone, and