Page 15 of Capturing You
She met her eyes in the mirror. “You can do this. Just set boundaries and don’t let him push them.”
Except Lenny wasn’t exactly a stay-on-your-side-of-the-line kind of guy.
Seeing only one solution, she pulled out her cell phone, found the number, and dialed.
“Shadow Cove PD.” The man’s voice wasn’t familiar, thank heavens.
“Right. Hi. I was taking a walk at sunrise on the cove in front of the Ballentine Mansion this morning, and I saw something suspicious on that old dock in the inlet there.”
“Name?”
“You know the one. They call it the Haunted Inlet.”
The moniker had always seemed absurd to her, but after this morning’s events, she felt it wasn’t creepy enough.
“Yourname.” The man’s tone was less than patient.
“Oh. I don’t want anyone to know who I am.”
“Ma’am, I need it so I can file a report.”
“They were moving boxes from a fishing boat to the dock.”
He exhaled a frustrated breath. “Can you tell me what the fishing boat looked like?”
“Yeah. Hold on a sec.” Thankful she’d brought her backpack to the bathroom with her, she found her camera and flipped through the photos. “It was white—well, more gray, but I think it was originally painted white. It had a long deck and a tall…cabin thing.” Her sister would be embarrassed by her ignorance, but Brooklynn had never been as enthralled with boats as Kenzie.
“Go on.”
“The tower thing was tall but only took up about a quarter, maybe a third of the top of the boat.”
“The deck.” His tone was droll. “So an old white fishing boat.”
“I didn’t get a look at the name, and I didn’t see any markings on the side. But I did take a photo, so?—”
“You might’a started there, lady. Send it to us.”
She’d have to figure a way to do that without giving away who she was.
She copied an email address he rattled off into her notes app. “They saw me and chased me,” she said. “I managed to get away, but?—”
“They chased you? You’re saying you think you’re in danger? Are you in a safe place?”
“Yes.” For now, though she didn’t add that.
“Where are you?”
“The point is, there’s something going on at that dock. You need to…stake it out or whatever. You need to catch those guys so I can get back to my life.”
“Ma’am, you need to file an official report, and I need that photo. This number works to call you back?”
Oh. Oh, no.
How had she not realized…? Of course they’d have a record of her phone number.
If Lenny saw it, he’d know Brooklynn had been the caller.
Fear crept up her spine. “I-I have to go. I’ll see what I can do.”
