Page 117 of Family Bonds- Kelsey & Van

Which meant the guy was moving faster. Unmarked car could be undercover or investigator. He didn’t drive around in a police car but rather a less obvious black sedan when he was on the force. He would have loved to drive his truck, but you couldn’t do too many high-speed chases that way if you needed to.

He went back to Liz. “Four minutes out. You’ll see an unmarked car, but state police will be on the scene. Lights flashing but no sirens.”

“I’ll keep an eye out,” Liz said. “I just feel bad for Sarah. She’s such a clean and organized person. She takes pride in her home even though she doesn’t own it. She’s going to be devastated to return and find out this happened.”

“We don’t know anything else,” he said.

“It looks like they are leaving,” Liz said. “The van is backing up but no lights came on. I didn’t even see them come back out.”

“Can you see the license plate?” he asked.

“No,” she said. “Just that it said Amore Island Cleaners. It’s a white van, red lettering. I can’t see anything else. It’s heading west.”

“Hang on,” he said and switched back over to dispatch to relay the information. “Stay in the house, Liz. An officer will be on the scene soon and will check out the house and then will come over to talk to you after.”

“Do you have the officer’s name? I don’t like opening the doors to strangers.”

“He’ll show his badge,” he said. He didn’t know who was responding without looking up ID numbers assigned.

“Then I can hang up now?” Liz asked.

“You can,” he said.

“You have a nice day,” Liz said. “You had a very calming strong voice.”

“Thanks,” he said quietly.

While he was waiting for another call, he did more research on the address of the home that was being burglarized. Or attempted, since he had no clue.

When he saw the owners, he realized why it sounded familiar.

It was one of the properties that his grandfather owned.

Shit.

He called out to Zac across the room to come closer.

“What’s going on?” Zac asked.

“That call I just got. The attempted burglary. I need to leave and go check it out.”

He hadn’t told Zac why he was resigning. Not fully. Just that he’d had another job lined up but the start time was flexible.

He could just let this go and take care of it after hours, but he wanted to be on the scene with the State Police when they went through if he could. He’d have to contact the renters personally too.

“Why is that?” Zac asked.

He waited for a second. “I own that house.”

“It was your house that was broken into?” Zac asked.

“Not the one I’m living in. Another one I own.”

“And you didn’t know it when the call came in?” Zac doubted him, he knew. It sounded odd.

“I didn’t catch it,” he said. “Listen, I was left property here on the island by my grandfather. That is why I moved. I’m living in one house, the others are rented. I need to check in. If you don’t believe me, call my attorney at Bond Law to verify it’s my property.” He stood up. “Can you cover for me for a few hours?”

“Sure,” Zac said. “You’re coming back, right?”

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