this woman and see what she knows.”
Barrett took a long look at the photograph in Sullivan’s hand. “She is a beauty, isn’t she? Those are the ones you really have to watch out for. They sucker you in and then get you when you least expect it. She will probably try to use her charm to seduce you into thinking she is an innocent victim.”
Sullivan couldn’t help but be amused by the officer’s insight. He had never been confronted with a case of this magnitude, and really had nothing practical to contribute to the situation. “Don’t worry, officer. I know what I’m doing. Call me if we get any forensics reports back. I want to know if there’s any blood in that restroom.”
Sullivan got into his car and headed back towards the beach. He was hoping to question this woman and find that she wasn’t involved in any way.
***
Clint, with his hand shaking, placed the phone back on the receiver with a loud click. Annoyance was written all over his face. Susan knew what that meant without even asking her husband. Even knowing what his answer would be, she decided to ask anyway. “Is our car ready, dear?”
Clint scowled even more so. “The auto shop guy says he’s swamped today. He isn’t sure that he will get to our car at all today. It may have to wait until tomorrow.”
Susan peered out the window. It appeared to be a lovely day, lots of sunshine. “Maybe we should get out, take a walk, and grab something to eat. Then we will feel better. We can call the auto shop this afternoon, and see when our car will be ready. We haven’t been away from home for so long. Let’s try to make the most of it.”
Despite his frustration, Clint couldn’t help but to agree with his wife. It had been too long since they had had time together outside of their house. He admired the way that she tried to put a positive spin on things. “You’re right as always, honey. Let’s make the most of it.”
Clint and Susan left the hotel room, arm in arm.
Chapter 23
Horace had spread Max out on his favorite blanket in the living room area of the house. He couldn’t bear to face the reality that his best friend was gone. He knew that Damon had come back here to make trouble, which was more than obvious now. Sure, Horace had perhaps overstepped his bounds with that article and by writing Jonathan’s name in the sand. It really had all been in good fun though; no one was really hurt in any way. Not like this. Now Max was dead. Dead.
Horace had intended to mind his own business. But now Damon had to go and do something like this. Now it really was his business. He decided he would make sure that Damon’s friends found out the truth about what happened on this beach all those years ago. Only two people knew the truth, but that was about to change.
***
Damon, Mark, Kristi, and Megan made their way to the northern most end of the beach. It was an absolutely gorgeous day with the sun shining brightly above them. There were not a cloud in sight which made it difficult to tell where the ocean stopped and the sky began. There was just beautiful blue as far as the eye could see. At the far end of the beach, was a small store where people could rent wet suits, life vests, helmets, and anything else they may need to venture out onto the water.
Kristi looked out into the open ocean. There were several other people who had rented jet skis and who seemed to be having a blast maneuvering quickly through the waters. “Looks like it could be fun, but a bit dangerous out there.”
Nothing scared Damon when it came to this place or the ocean. The ocean was the one thing he owned. “It’s gonna be a blast. Just ride with me and you’ll see how exhilarating it can be.”
They opted to rent two jet skis for the time being. Each jet ski could seat two people, that way the girls could get a hang of riding around on one before they ventured out on their own. Mark was looking forward
Barrett took a long look at the photograph in Sullivan’s hand. “She is a beauty, isn’t she? Those are the ones you really have to watch out for. They sucker you in and then get you when you least expect it. She will probably try to use her charm to seduce you into thinking she is an innocent victim.”
Sullivan couldn’t help but be amused by the officer’s insight. He had never been confronted with a case of this magnitude, and really had nothing practical to contribute to the situation. “Don’t worry, officer. I know what I’m doing. Call me if we get any forensics reports back. I want to know if there’s any blood in that restroom.”
Sullivan got into his car and headed back towards the beach. He was hoping to question this woman and find that she wasn’t involved in any way.
***
Clint, with his hand shaking, placed the phone back on the receiver with a loud click. Annoyance was written all over his face. Susan knew what that meant without even asking her husband. Even knowing what his answer would be, she decided to ask anyway. “Is our car ready, dear?”
Clint scowled even more so. “The auto shop guy says he’s swamped today. He isn’t sure that he will get to our car at all today. It may have to wait until tomorrow.”
Susan peered out the window. It appeared to be a lovely day, lots of sunshine. “Maybe we should get out, take a walk, and grab something to eat. Then we will feel better. We can call the auto shop this afternoon, and see when our car will be ready. We haven’t been away from home for so long. Let’s try to make the most of it.”
Despite his frustration, Clint couldn’t help but to agree with his wife. It had been too long since they had had time together outside of their house. He admired the way that she tried to put a positive spin on things. “You’re right as always, honey. Let’s make the most of it.”
Clint and Susan left the hotel room, arm in arm.
Chapter 23
Horace had spread Max out on his favorite blanket in the living room area of the house. He couldn’t bear to face the reality that his best friend was gone. He knew that Damon had come back here to make trouble, which was more than obvious now. Sure, Horace had perhaps overstepped his bounds with that article and by writing Jonathan’s name in the sand. It really had all been in good fun though; no one was really hurt in any way. Not like this. Now Max was dead. Dead.
Horace had intended to mind his own business. But now Damon had to go and do something like this. Now it really was his business. He decided he would make sure that Damon’s friends found out the truth about what happened on this beach all those years ago. Only two people knew the truth, but that was about to change.
***
Damon, Mark, Kristi, and Megan made their way to the northern most end of the beach. It was an absolutely gorgeous day with the sun shining brightly above them. There were not a cloud in sight which made it difficult to tell where the ocean stopped and the sky began. There was just beautiful blue as far as the eye could see. At the far end of the beach, was a small store where people could rent wet suits, life vests, helmets, and anything else they may need to venture out onto the water.
Kristi looked out into the open ocean. There were several other people who had rented jet skis and who seemed to be having a blast maneuvering quickly through the waters. “Looks like it could be fun, but a bit dangerous out there.”
Nothing scared Damon when it came to this place or the ocean. The ocean was the one thing he owned. “It’s gonna be a blast. Just ride with me and you’ll see how exhilarating it can be.”
They opted to rent two jet skis for the time being. Each jet ski could seat two people, that way the girls could get a hang of riding around on one before they ventured out on their own. Mark was looking forward
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