Page 65 of Recklessly Yours

I glanced up at Dylan. “You have a spare key to Kyle and Tina’s?”

It was funny, really, that my brother trusted Dylan with a spare key over his siblings.

“Yeah.” He nodded. “He gave it to me when you all went to the beach last summer.”

Once I’d ended the call, I filled Dylan in. I really wanted to dive back into what we’d been doing when the phone rang, but before I could suggest it, he pulled me in for a hug and pressed his lips to my forehead.

“Why don’t you get your shower, and then I’ll drive you over?”

I cinched my hands behind his back and tilted my chin up so I could look at him.

As if he could read my thoughts, he added, “We can finish what we started later. I need to call Aiden back too. He says it’s not urgent, but he wanted to fill me in on something Seabass found.”

“Okay.”

“Sounds like we got this guy on camera fleeing the back of The Dock on Wednesday night.” He searched my face, his brow furrowed. “But that might mean we’re going to spend all weekend gathering more footage to track him.”

Nodding, I gave him a reassuring smile. “I know. If you want, I can bring lunch by the station.”

His body relaxed. “That’ll be great. I’ll make sure Chris knows.”

Eventually, I’d have to let him go, but I held on a little longer, not ready for our moment together to end.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

DYLAN

Fuck,I wasn’t sure I had any patience left. I’d barely seen my girl all weekend. Apart from waking up in each other’s arms and going to bed like that too, we’d only spent time together when she stopped by to drop off lunch on both Saturday and Sunday and I stepped away to chat with her for a few minutes.

“There.” Seabass pointed to my computer monitor, where we had video footage from the gas station camera pulled up.

A man wearing a baseball cap disappeared around the back of the gas station, his head lowered, making it impossible to see his face.

“What about a camera behind the building?” he asked.

I shook my head. “No, they’ve only got them at the front and one inside.”

He grunted. The lack of cameras in town, even residences, in Half Moon Lake had been a point of contention for him. All weekend, we’d tracked this guy using the recordings we could find, starting with The Dock. Of course, we still didn’t have a name or much of a description for our suspect, but we were one step closer.

My gut was saying this guy was Hattie’s stalker.

“How do we know it’s the same guy from the footage at The Dock?” Aiden leaned forward to examine the blurry image that was now paused on my screen.

On Friday, when I’d sent Seabass to the station, Aiden had shown him what we’d pulled from the marina side of The Dock and the footage Randy had sent us from the camera mounted at the back of his shop. He’d had problems with vandalism last year and had installed one to watch the fenced lot where he kept customer cars overnight.

“Let me show you.” Seabass clicked a few files and pulled up four images. “Here’s the one of him running toward the woods near The Dock.” He minimized that photo and dipped his chin. “This one is behind Randy’s shop.” A third image. “This one is out front of the florist.” Then there was one final still shot. “This one from the gas station. All the same hoodie and baseball cap.”

We’d collected as much footage from the businesses along Main Street as we could, tracking this guy until he disappeared down the road leading out of town. The gas station where the first burner was purchased was the only establishment on that road for at least five miles.

“Okay. I’m going to pull a few guys to comb the area around the gas station.” Aiden squinted at the screen. “Looks like he pulls a plastic bag from the pouch of his hoodie as he disappears around the corner.”

I nodded, noticing that as well. But it had been five days since that night at The Dock. I doubted we’d find anything.

“You and I can go talk with the gas station manager.” Aiden headed toward our captain’s office, probably to see who we could pull to help us out. “Maybe the attendant working that night will recognize this asshole,” he said over his shoulder.

My phone vibrated in my pocket, and I pulled it out.

Hattie: What time should I bring lunch over?

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