Page 66 of Coming Home to You
I nod but don’t say anything; afraid I’m going to completely lose my shit if I start to think about what’s happened to Kels.
“Anything on the boat?”I ask my brother.
“Nothing we can find.You?”
“No,” I tell him.“I’ll call Ryan again and ask him.”
Finn nods as I pull out my cell.I’m just about to dial his number when my phone rings, Ryan’s name lighting up the screen.I stab at the answer button and put it to my ear.
“I was just about to call you,” I say, running a hand through my hair.
“Sorry I took so long,” he says.“You back in Rockport yet?”
“Yeah just walked into the station, what did you find?”
“Nothing on that boat in Rockport,” he says.“It doesn’t come from there and it’s not registered in Boston either.”
“Fuck,” I say, exhaling hard.
“Beck,” Ryan says, his voice firm.
“What?”
“There was aLucky Ladythat was registered to a woman in Gloucester,” he says.“That’s not far from Rockport.”
“Yeah I know,” I say, trying to write down everything Ryan is telling me so Finn can keep in the loop.“But a woman?Finn says there was another person on the boat, probably driving it, but a woman doesn’t make sense.”Ryan exhales hard through the phone and my stomach seizes.“What aren’t you telling me Summers?”I ask now.
“The woman who owns the boat is Rachel Hansen,” Ryan says.“But I don’t think she’s got anything to do with what’s happened to Kels because no one’s seen her for the past year.”
“What?”I practically yell.“What do you mean no one’s seen her?”
“I mean she’s missing, Beck.Family hasn’t seen or heard from her since she broke up with her boyfriend.”
“Jason?”I ask, a lump of dread now firmly lodged in my throat.Fuck if this guy does anything to Kelsey, anything at all, he is so fucking dead.I don’t give a shit about a fair trial or a long jail sentence; the only place this guy deserves to be is in the ground.
“Well, he wasn’t going by Jason back then,” Ryan says, interrupting the murderous rage running through my head.“To her, he was Tyson Carter.”
“Fuck,” I breathe out.“But you’re sure it’s him?”
“Yep,” Ryan confirms.“Sent a picture to the Gloucester police chief, he got the parents to come in and ID him.He’s our guy, Beck.”
“Fucking hell,” I say, scrubbing a hand down my face as I look up at Finn.“Thanks, Ryan, seriously.I fucking owe you one.”
“You don’t owe me shit, dude,” he says.“Just find her, quickly.”
“Oh I will, don’t you worry.”
“Good.I’ll be up as soon as I can.Keep in touch.”
I hang up the phone and relay everything Ryan told me to Finn and Pop.They both stand there dumbstruck; neither of them able to believe just how far this guy’s gone.Apparently a dirty cop and aggressive stalker is only the tip of the iceberg with this guy.And the fact that this Rachel Hansen is still missing, and has been for quite some time, is enough to get all three of us thinking only one thing.
There’s a reason missing persons’ cases are scaled down after a while.When it moves from looking for a person to looking for a body.
“You gonna head up to Gloucester?”Pop asks, looking between Finn and me.
I turn to Finn and he nods.“Yep, I’ll leave the rest of the guys here in Rockport, have them keep an eye on things and Beck and I will head up there now.”
“Anything you need me to do?”Pop asks, glancing at me now.
