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He glanced at his watch. “I’ve got to go to the station. I don’t like leaving you alone.”
“I was thinking I’d go into town and work at the library while you were at work.” While she didn’t like admitting feeling that spooked, she had no desire to be looking over her shoulder. At least at the library, she’d be in the same building as Jag, and she could sit in the corner with her back to the wall and a good view of everyone who came in.
The library was that small.
Besides, she could look up old newspaper articles that she might have missed referring to the Trinket Killer.
Or Jagar Bowie.
6
“Thanks, Jenna.” Jag tossed his overnight bag in the back of his Jeep. Callie was going to be pissed for about five minutes. Mostly because he went into her room and snagged a few of her things for an overnight without telling her. She always hated when he did that.
He thought he was being romantic and spontaneous.
She said it bordered on controlling and manipulative.
And then she settled in and had a good time.
But if he was going to open up to her for this stupid book, it was going to be on his terms.
Not hers.
“Anytime, Chief,” Jenna said, leaning against his SUV with her arms folded across her chest. “I checked the ferry logs, and Bailey left the island with her team an hour after she met with Callie.”
“And you’re sure she hasn’t come back?”
“I’m positive. She was too busy fucking her boss.”
Jag arched a brow. “Which one?”
“From the reputation that woman has, I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s slept with all of them. But currently, she seems to be having quite the passionate affair with the news manager, Todd Geoff. They think they are being discreet, but you wouldn’t believe how easy it was to find that out.”
“How can you be sure she was with him this morning?”
“Because they were both in Crystal’s Cake Bakery at about eight.” Jenna waved her index finger in the air. “Todd licked icing off her finger. Crystal said it was the grossest thing she’d ever seen.”
“I bet. How are Crystal and Albert?” Jag asked. It had been a while since he’d seen Detective Albert Morning or his lovely bride. Ever since he moved out to the island, he’d pushed his old life away, Albert included.
“They’re good. Albert asked about you, especially how you’re holding up since Callie blew back into town.”
“I’ll give him a call next week. Thanks again for everything. You know how to reach me.”
Jenna tapped the hood of his Jeep. “Be safe, Chief.” She strolled toward the parking lot and her patrol car.
He slipped behind the steering wheel and waited for Callie. It took her another ten minutes before she left the library and meandered down the walkway with her knapsack slung over her shoulder.
She had pulled her long blond hair into a high ponytail. A few strands lined her oval face. She waved, pushing her dark sunglasses up on her nose. “Where are we going?”
“Get in and get buckled.”
“Oh, God,” she mumbled as she pulled the strap across her chest. “What have you done?”
“What the hell does that mean?” He revved the engine before putting it into gear and pulling out onto the street. “Why would you think I’ve done anything?”
She laughed, glancing over her shoulder. “Because we’re taking the Jeep, not the Harley, which means there are clothes in that bag, and I bet there’s camping equipment in the back.”
“There’s always camping stuff in my SUV, you know that.”
