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British and even a little American at times.
Flynn shrugged. "I don't know. That's a rental car."
Black bags of equipment filled the back seat to the ceiling. "Why leave his equipment in the car?" It seemed risky, especially if it was worth money. Why not store it in the cabin? Was he afraid they'd go through it? Gail scratched her head. She wasn't the least interested in playing with his video equipment.
"Not sure." Flynn turned off the engine. "He also has a lot of equipment inside the cabin as well. Maybe there isn't enough room for all of it."
"How many cameras does Tom have?" Gail opened her door and walked over to the car. She peered in the back window. One of the bags had a circular emblem with initials embroidered on it.
Gail bent her neck to get a better look, but she couldn't see the words around the circle. "What's ASA?"
Flynn shrugged. "Must be some sort of videographer's association."
"With an S?"
"Either that or his girlfriend." Flynn chuckled and touched her arm. "You're getting all Agatha Christy on me. Come on."
They walked up the hill to the cabin. A light shone from the living room. Gail peered through the window as Flynn rummaged around in his pocket for the key. Tom sat on the sofa, his balding head shining in the golden light, framed by a ring of white-blond hair. Recognition tingled in the back of her mind. Who did the videographer remind her of? Where was his toupee?
When Flynn jiggled the key in the door, Tom dove forward, reaching for a black, hairy mass on the table.
"Ladies first." Flynn opened the door.
Shaking her head, Gail abandoned the window and walked inside. When she turned to the living room, Tom had the toupee back in place. Honestly, he should just drop the hairpiece altogether, but whatever makes him feel confident, right?
"So, the good doctor has decided to grace me with her presence."
Gail stood in the hallway, an awkward chill settling on her shoulders. "Hi, Tom."
Flynn followed her in. "Tom, my man. What's going on?"
"Not much. Just reviewing the rest of the footage from last week."
"Find anything?" Flynn's voice had an eager edge.
"Nope. Nada. Nothing."
Flynn took a seat next to Tom on the sofa and clapped him on the back. "We'll find something. You wait and see."
The only other seat open was the one next to Tom. Gail decided against joining them. "I've had a long day, so I'm going to my room to review my notes."
Flynn's eyes flashed with surprise. "You don't want to tell him about your discovery in the library?"
She'd rather swim in the biting cold, dark waters of Loch Ness. "Go ahead. I'll catch you guys tomorrow morning." Disappointment rattled her to the core. This was so not how she wanted the date to end.
"See ye tomorrow, Gail." Flynn's voice followed her up the steps. He sounded as though he had more to say, but she didn't want him talking in front of Tom.
"Nighty night. Don't let the bed bugs bite." Tom's sarcastic tone sang up the stairs.
"See ya," she called down without looking back. More like don't let Tom's cooties bite.
Gail slipped on her pajamas and opened her laptop, but she couldn't focus on her notes. Something about her date with Flynn nagged her.
Was it an unfinished conversation?
She thought back to the restaurant and her murky clam chowder. After she'd commented on how his parents were lucky he lived nearby, he'd blamed his situation on circumstances. What circumstances?
Why hadn't she asked?
Gail thought back as she closed her laptop. She remembered the fiddle group tuning and finishing her soup. She'd been talking about her father. Then the conversation had turned to Flynn and his parents. He'd been talking up a storm until the "circumstances" comment. After that, he'd closed up and his gaze had wandered to the musicians.
Gail ran her toothbrush under the faucet, then started brushing her teeth. That's right! Just as she'd been about to ask, that smooth charmer had offered his hand to dance.
She spit into the sink. He'd
Flynn shrugged. "I don't know. That's a rental car."
Black bags of equipment filled the back seat to the ceiling. "Why leave his equipment in the car?" It seemed risky, especially if it was worth money. Why not store it in the cabin? Was he afraid they'd go through it? Gail scratched her head. She wasn't the least interested in playing with his video equipment.
"Not sure." Flynn turned off the engine. "He also has a lot of equipment inside the cabin as well. Maybe there isn't enough room for all of it."
"How many cameras does Tom have?" Gail opened her door and walked over to the car. She peered in the back window. One of the bags had a circular emblem with initials embroidered on it.
Gail bent her neck to get a better look, but she couldn't see the words around the circle. "What's ASA?"
Flynn shrugged. "Must be some sort of videographer's association."
"With an S?"
"Either that or his girlfriend." Flynn chuckled and touched her arm. "You're getting all Agatha Christy on me. Come on."
They walked up the hill to the cabin. A light shone from the living room. Gail peered through the window as Flynn rummaged around in his pocket for the key. Tom sat on the sofa, his balding head shining in the golden light, framed by a ring of white-blond hair. Recognition tingled in the back of her mind. Who did the videographer remind her of? Where was his toupee?
When Flynn jiggled the key in the door, Tom dove forward, reaching for a black, hairy mass on the table.
"Ladies first." Flynn opened the door.
Shaking her head, Gail abandoned the window and walked inside. When she turned to the living room, Tom had the toupee back in place. Honestly, he should just drop the hairpiece altogether, but whatever makes him feel confident, right?
"So, the good doctor has decided to grace me with her presence."
Gail stood in the hallway, an awkward chill settling on her shoulders. "Hi, Tom."
Flynn followed her in. "Tom, my man. What's going on?"
"Not much. Just reviewing the rest of the footage from last week."
"Find anything?" Flynn's voice had an eager edge.
"Nope. Nada. Nothing."
Flynn took a seat next to Tom on the sofa and clapped him on the back. "We'll find something. You wait and see."
The only other seat open was the one next to Tom. Gail decided against joining them. "I've had a long day, so I'm going to my room to review my notes."
Flynn's eyes flashed with surprise. "You don't want to tell him about your discovery in the library?"
She'd rather swim in the biting cold, dark waters of Loch Ness. "Go ahead. I'll catch you guys tomorrow morning." Disappointment rattled her to the core. This was so not how she wanted the date to end.
"See ye tomorrow, Gail." Flynn's voice followed her up the steps. He sounded as though he had more to say, but she didn't want him talking in front of Tom.
"Nighty night. Don't let the bed bugs bite." Tom's sarcastic tone sang up the stairs.
"See ya," she called down without looking back. More like don't let Tom's cooties bite.
Gail slipped on her pajamas and opened her laptop, but she couldn't focus on her notes. Something about her date with Flynn nagged her.
Was it an unfinished conversation?
She thought back to the restaurant and her murky clam chowder. After she'd commented on how his parents were lucky he lived nearby, he'd blamed his situation on circumstances. What circumstances?
Why hadn't she asked?
Gail thought back as she closed her laptop. She remembered the fiddle group tuning and finishing her soup. She'd been talking about her father. Then the conversation had turned to Flynn and his parents. He'd been talking up a storm until the "circumstances" comment. After that, he'd closed up and his gaze had wandered to the musicians.
Gail ran her toothbrush under the faucet, then started brushing her teeth. That's right! Just as she'd been about to ask, that smooth charmer had offered his hand to dance.
She spit into the sink. He'd
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