Page 54 of Sunset Cove
Margie put her hands on her hips. “What should I do?”
“You need to put all of your effort into not telling anyone about this.”
Margie frowned. “Fair point. It’s only getting harder. I should be getting back anyway. I’m supposed to meet with a client later today.”
“Okay, you go!” Lucy said, walking toward her car. “And excellent work in there.”
Margie smiled. “You too.”
Lucy would never admit that her fall wasn’t intentional. She wasn’t the best under pressure, but sometimes chaos worked in her favor.
When Lucy got back to the cabin, it looked abandoned. All of the lights were off and there was no sign of life.
“Hello?” she called out. It was actually quite creepy. “It’s Lucy. Is anyone home?”
There was a rustling noise from the loft and Marty popped his head out. “Are they still here?” he asked in a hoarse voice.
“Is who still here?”
He let out a sigh, climbing down the ladder. “The FBI agents. A car pulled up outside of the house, and I thought it was you or Claire, but I saw them instead. They poked around outside and came up to the door.”
Lucy tried not to react, but she couldn’t help making a face. “That’s not good.”
“I know. I think I need to pack up and get back to camping,” he said.
“That’s not a long-term solution, Marty.” Lucy paused. “Also, things have gotten a tad worse.”
Marty raised an eyebrow. “What does that mean?”
She told him about the FBI’s Most Wanted List, as well as the fact that the hotel received a fax with his information on it.
“They’re going to be looking everywhere for you. I’m betting every ferry is being watched, too.”
The color drained from his face. “I’m going to die in prison, aren’t I?”
“No!” said Lucy, as convincingly as she could. “Listen. There has to be something we can do, something we can figure out. Let me go and talk to your coworker.”
Marty shook his head. “You can’t. You’ll get in trouble.”
“I won’t get in trouble.” Lucy waved a hand. “Also, we need to find a better place to hide you, and I think I know where.”
“A treehouse?”
Lucy frowned. “No. The Grand Madrona Hotel! They don’t know about you yet, and if I reserve a room for you, they’ll never know any better.”
He stared at her. “That’s a terrible idea.”
“It’s just for the short term,” she said, pulling out her phone. “Whats that guy’s name? Marilyn Monroe?”
Marty smirked and shook his head. “David Marilyn.”
She typed his name into her phone. The first result was his profile on the company website. “He looks nice.”
“He’s not that nice, and he’s not going to help me.”
Lucy drummed her fingers on her chin. “You don’t know that. We at least have to try. What other options do we have?”
Marty, who’d taken a seat on the couch and was hanging his head low, popped back up after a moment. “I have no idea, but please don’t try to talk to him.”
She sighed. “Fine, I won’t. But you can’t stay here. We need to go, okay? Pack your bag.”
He hesitated, but after a moment said, “Fine.”
Lucy beamed. She didn’t have a full plan yet, but they could figure it out along the way.
