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door to Miss Palmer, but she couldn’t identify the make or the plates. We will, of course, keep Miss Palmer under surveillance while we try to track it down.”
    â€œIt doesn’t appear my brother’s killer’s left the island.”
    Moralas met Jonas’s gaze blandly. “Apparently whatever deal your brother was working on cost him his life. I don’t intend for it to cost Miss Palmer hers. I’ll drive you back to town.”
    â€œNo. I’m staying.” Jonas examined the pale pink shell with the crack spreading down its length. He thought of the mark on Liz’s throat. “My brother involved her.” Carefully, he set the damaged shell down. “I can’t leave her alone.”
    â€œAs you wish.” Moralas turned to go when Jonas stopped him.
    â€œCaptain, you don’t still think the murderer’s hundreds of miles away.”
    Moralas touched the gun that hung at his side. “No, Mr. Sharpe, I don’t. Buenas noches. ”
    Jonas locked her door himself, then rechecked the windows before he went back to the kitchen. Liz was pouring her second cup of coffee. “That’ll keep you up.”
    Liz drank half a cup, staring at him. She felt nothing at the moment, no anger, no fear. “I thought you’d gone.”
    â€œNo.” Without invitation, he found a mug and poured coffee for himself.
    â€œWhy are you here?”
    He took a step closer, to run a fingertip gently down the mark on her throat. “Stupid question,” he murmured.
    She backed up, fighting to maintain the calm she’d clung to. If she lost control, it wouldn’t be in front of him, in front of anyone. “I want to be alone.”
    He saw her hands tremble before she locked them tighter on the cup. “You can’t always have what you want. I’ll bunk in your daughter’s room.”
    â€œNo!” After slamming the cup down, she folded her arms across her chest. “I don’t want you here.”
    With studied calm, he set his mug next to hers. When he took her shoulders, his hands were firm, not gentle. When he spoke, his voice was brisk, not soothing. “I’m not leaving you alone. Not now, not until they find Jerry’s killer. You’re involved whether you like it or not. And so, damn it, am I.”
    Her breath came quickly, too quickly, though she fought to steady it. “I wasn’t involved until you came back and started hounding me.”
    He’d already wrestled with his conscience over that. Neither one of them could know if it were true. At the moment, he told himself it didn’t matter. “However you’re involved, you are. Whoever killed Jerry thinks you know something. You’ll have an easier time convincing me you don’t than you will them. It’s time you started thinking about cooperating with me.”
    â€œHow do I know you didn’t send him here to frighten me?”
    His eyes stayed on hers, cool and unwavering. “You don’t. I could tell you that I don’t hire men to kill women, but you wouldn’t have to believe it. I could tell you I’m sorry.” For the first time, his tone gentled. He lifted a hand to brush the hair back from her face and his thumb slid lightly over her cheekbone. Like the conch shell, she seemed delicate, lovely and damaged. “And that I wish I could walk away, leave you alone, let both of us go back to the way things were a few weeks ago. But I can’t. We can’t. So we might as well help each other.”
    â€œI don’t want your help.”
    â€œI know. Sit down. I’ll fix you something to eat.”
    She tried to back away. “You can’t stay here.”
    â€œI am staying here. Tomorrow, I’m moving my things from the hotel.”
    â€œI said—”
    â€œI’ll rent the room,” he interrupted, turning away to rummage through the cupboards. “Your throat’s probably