“I agree,” I said, rising from my chair. After rinsing out my bowl, I turned to lean on the counter. “So, listen, here’s the thing. My sister is getting married, and if I miss the wedding, it won’t be your bad guys who scare me. My sisters will hunt me down and skin me alive.”
“They’ll be walking into danger if they come out here. I hope they know how to shoot.”
I wasn’t about to reveal all of our family secrets. Not to a total stranger who claimed to be an undercover cop.
“I can’t really help you except to show you the storage area, assuming we get out of here without drowning. My astral projection only works when I know the person.” Or, in Hugh’s case, a body acted like a magnetic pull to mine. “I don’t know your bad guys, so there’s no chance of me going to spy on them, and they aren’t here for me to use my telepathy.”
“I was kidding about you being a spy.”
My brows dipped. “Why is that?”
He took a long sip of his tea. “If you could read minds, then you would have already kicked me out.”
I didn’t respond, even though I really wanted to know what he was thinking.
“Then it’s settled. I’ll take you to the storage shed, and then we part ways.”
“Actually,” he said, leaning back in the chair, watching my face, “you’re in danger until we stop Victor. So, I’m afraid you’re stuck with either me or another cop I trust. Once I check in with the brass we’ll get you squared away.”
That’s what he thought.If and when my sisters found out what was going on, heads were going to roll, and the bad guys would be history. I wasn’t worried. Not in the least.
Until the rain still hadn’t stopped and I could hear a boat motor in the distance.
