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Girlfriend for the night?” Sabrina asked, doubting the hotel was pet friendly and not wanting to bother him any more than she already had. Their friendship originated in a common interest, which was to get away from horribly painful experiences they’d had in Boston and start over completely with what money they’d each been able to extract from their respective situations. Would her circumstances topple Henry’s second chance for happiness? She hoped not. He might not have been tried for first-degree murder, but Allied Air had betrayed him as badly as Ben had her.
“Um, Sabrina, where do you think those reporters will be staying?”
Of course they would have to stay at the Westin, the only hotel on island other than the fabulous and famous Caneel Bay Resort, originally developed by one of the Rockefellers, which was always booked and probably wouldn’t let some low-level INN reporter in its front door. It bothered Sabrina that she wasn’t thinking clearly, and she was scared to realize how limited her choices could be on an island.
“Call Neil and tell him what’s going on. I’m taking you to my condo,” Henry said.
Sabrina turned her cell phone back on, having shut it off while talking to Neil at Bar None. She could see she had missed two calls. One from Angela Martino, the other from Sam Leonard. She didn’t want to talk to either but figured she should at least listen to their messages. She put her phone on speaker so Henry could hear.
“Sabrina, how could you let this happen? I cannot believe blood has been spilled at my precious Villa Mascarpone. Do you think anyone is ever going to want to rent my villa ever again? You’d better call me and tell me how you are going to fix this situation. I consider you and Henry responsible. You should not be renting my villa to the kind of people who go and get themselves murdered.” Click.
“Let me handle her. Don’t give Miss Hissy a second thought,” Henry said, and Sabrina decided to let him.
“Sabrina, it’s Sam Leonard. I think we may have been a little hard on you today. You know, the messenger instead of the message. But Deirdre had her heart set on Villa Mascarpone. So I just want you to know that whenever it’s released or whatever the police do when they finish up, we’d like to move right over there.”
“Wow. That ought to help you with Angela,” Sabrina said.
“Yes, and it gives me an idea,” Henry said as he pulled into the drive for Trade Wind Estates, where his condo was located high atop Gifft Hill. He stopped at the imposing wrought-iron gate and hit a few keys. It swept open,letting them slip through. They’d be safe from INN, at least for tonight. Sabrina’s relief was palpable.
“Call Neil,” Henry reminded her.
She called Neil’s cell phone. He’d given her the number before she left Bar None. He picked right up.
“What’s up, Salty? You haven’t gotten yourself in more trouble, have you?”
Sabrina knew he was trying to keep it light. Hearing his voice made her want to cry for some reason. Not just weep but bawl, preferably while he held her. She was close to the edge.
“Neil, I just thought you would want to know that you were apparently right. Judging from the number of cops at my house, it looks like they’re conducting a search. They must have gotten the warrant.”
“That’s okay. They’ll make a mess of your house, but that’s the worst of it. You’ve got nothing to hide. Nantucket has nothing to do with this,” he said. Sabrina felt encouraged by how positive he sounded.
“The other thing is, Neil, INN is on island. A reporter was outside my house when the cops were doing the search. They probably filmed Girlfriend as Henry rescued her,” she said, sorry even her poor dog was being displaced by this sorry saga.
“Well, it looks like I finally have a costar I deserve. They got me on camera a little while ago when I threw their sorry asses out of Bar None,” Neil said.
For the first time
“Um, Sabrina, where do you think those reporters will be staying?”
Of course they would have to stay at the Westin, the only hotel on island other than the fabulous and famous Caneel Bay Resort, originally developed by one of the Rockefellers, which was always booked and probably wouldn’t let some low-level INN reporter in its front door. It bothered Sabrina that she wasn’t thinking clearly, and she was scared to realize how limited her choices could be on an island.
“Call Neil and tell him what’s going on. I’m taking you to my condo,” Henry said.
Sabrina turned her cell phone back on, having shut it off while talking to Neil at Bar None. She could see she had missed two calls. One from Angela Martino, the other from Sam Leonard. She didn’t want to talk to either but figured she should at least listen to their messages. She put her phone on speaker so Henry could hear.
“Sabrina, how could you let this happen? I cannot believe blood has been spilled at my precious Villa Mascarpone. Do you think anyone is ever going to want to rent my villa ever again? You’d better call me and tell me how you are going to fix this situation. I consider you and Henry responsible. You should not be renting my villa to the kind of people who go and get themselves murdered.” Click.
“Let me handle her. Don’t give Miss Hissy a second thought,” Henry said, and Sabrina decided to let him.
“Sabrina, it’s Sam Leonard. I think we may have been a little hard on you today. You know, the messenger instead of the message. But Deirdre had her heart set on Villa Mascarpone. So I just want you to know that whenever it’s released or whatever the police do when they finish up, we’d like to move right over there.”
“Wow. That ought to help you with Angela,” Sabrina said.
“Yes, and it gives me an idea,” Henry said as he pulled into the drive for Trade Wind Estates, where his condo was located high atop Gifft Hill. He stopped at the imposing wrought-iron gate and hit a few keys. It swept open,letting them slip through. They’d be safe from INN, at least for tonight. Sabrina’s relief was palpable.
“Call Neil,” Henry reminded her.
She called Neil’s cell phone. He’d given her the number before she left Bar None. He picked right up.
“What’s up, Salty? You haven’t gotten yourself in more trouble, have you?”
Sabrina knew he was trying to keep it light. Hearing his voice made her want to cry for some reason. Not just weep but bawl, preferably while he held her. She was close to the edge.
“Neil, I just thought you would want to know that you were apparently right. Judging from the number of cops at my house, it looks like they’re conducting a search. They must have gotten the warrant.”
“That’s okay. They’ll make a mess of your house, but that’s the worst of it. You’ve got nothing to hide. Nantucket has nothing to do with this,” he said. Sabrina felt encouraged by how positive he sounded.
“The other thing is, Neil, INN is on island. A reporter was outside my house when the cops were doing the search. They probably filmed Girlfriend as Henry rescued her,” she said, sorry even her poor dog was being displaced by this sorry saga.
“Well, it looks like I finally have a costar I deserve. They got me on camera a little while ago when I threw their sorry asses out of Bar None,” Neil said.
For the first time
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