Page 131 of Smitten with the Single Dad

Down the path, Evie was making her way back. When she saw that Burke was injured, she picked up to a run. “I heard gunshots,” she said. “Is everything okay?”

“Nothing but a scratch,” Burke said, holding his T-shirt over the bullet wound, and sitting on his porch steps topless. “Just need to buff it out and I’ll be good as new.”

Wyatt snorted.

Evie wasn’t buying it and ran inside, coming back out a moment later with a first aid kit. She began tending to and babying Burke, and the man seemed to be eating up the attention with both hands.

Vica’s eyes flew open. “Wait! They got a text message from someone at the restaurant that said Burke was being warned about something and they needed to go check on him.”

Dom and Wyatt exchanged looks.

Myla poked her head into the cruiser and brought out Jenkins’ phone from the center console. She then used Jenkins’ thumb to unlock the screen. “There’sno name attached to the number that sent the text.”

“Tell me the number and I’ll see who it is in my phone,” Dom said.

“Ginny is dead, so it couldn’t be her,” Wyatt said. “That means somebody else is the mole.

“We didn’t kill Ginny,” Jenkins said, his face in the dirt. “Don’t even know who the fuck Ginny is.”

“And you were just inviting Vica over for a game of Scrabble,” Wyatt retorted. “Were you going to kill her?”

Jenkins said nothing.

“What about trying to run her off the road? Shooting at her on our property? The hit-and-run and gunfire while my children were in the vehicle, or … I don’t know, the fucking bomb?” Wyatt gritted out. “I bet you didn’t do any of those things either?”

Neither Fischer, nor Jenkins said anything else.

“They said they didn’t get paid unless they provided my head,” Vica added, glaring down at Fischer and Jenkins as they lay, bellies down, in the dirt driveway.

Myla rattled off the number, and Dom punched it into his phone. His eyes went as wide as saucers as he lifted his gaze to Vica and Wyatt. “It’s Nadine.”

It was all-hands-on-deck.

Burke refused to go to the hospital until the situation with Nadine was put to rest. So he, along with Evie, Vica, Dom, and Wyatt, all drove back to the restaurant while Myla and Everett tossed Fischer and Jenkins into the back of their patrol car and followed them.

There were officially only two cops on the island now, and they needed to be in more than one place.

Grayson had dispatched one of his other doctors to watch over Ginny’s body at her dorm in the hostel while a coroner made their way over from Seattle.

Bennett, Brooke, and Justine were well aware that Nadine was the mole, and they were to do whatever they could to keep her from leaving without alerting her, or any other staff, to the fact that they were onto her.

Clint and Jagger needed to keep the kids away from the property until further notice. Cash and Dash Reilly had been called and asked to stand as security guards on the main road leading onto the laneway for the property. Nobody was to come onto the property until they received the all clear from Wyatt.

Sometimes it was nice to have someone owe you. And Cash knew he owed Wyatt.

Not that Wyatt would abuse it, but when he needed more hands, he knew Cash was someone he could trust to jump in and help with no questions asked.

They reached the property and Cash and Dash waved from their dad’s truck loaded with crab traps as Dom pulled onto the laneway, followed by Myla and Everett in the cruiser, with Jenkins and Fischer handcuffed in the backseat.

Wyatt could just imagine Cash and Dash’s faces when they saw who was in the backseat of the cop car.

They reached the pub and were met at the front door of the restaurant by Justine. “Where’s Burke?”

“In here. But I’m fine,” Burke said from the backseat.

“I’ll be the judge of that,” she said, her words a little slurred because of her puffy face as she climbed into the driver’s seat of Dom’s truck after he hopped out. “Move and I’ll convince Wyatt to addmyapple pie recipe to the menu and remove yours.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” Burke grumbled.

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