Page 53 of Capturing You
“What?” he demanded.
She smiled. “It’s just rare I run across a local who doesn’t know who my father is.”
“I’m not a local.”
“Point taken. My father is Gavin Wright. He was tapped to head the CIA back”—her gaze flicked to the album—“probably about a decade after that was taken. He turned it down, though, and started?—”
“He’s a defense contractor.”
“You do know him.”
“Of him.” Forbes hadn’t associated the gorgeous—if nosy—brunette with the talking head he’d seen on the news more than once. “I wonder if he knew Charles. He must’ve, if your mother did.”
“Maybe.” Brooklynn lowered her focus to the album again. “Dad was gone a lot. I’m sure my mother would remember your parents more than he would.”
"Notmy parents." The denial rolled off his tongue off-handedly.
Maybe the Wrights had been a part of…of whatever Dad had been into.
For all Forbes knew, Evelyn or Gavin Wright had killed his parents. Just because their daughter was beautiful and guileless didn’t mean her parents were. Especially if one had been a spy.
Brooklynn tapped the last person in the back row. Unlike the rest, all of whom were clean-cut and wore business attire, this guy had a thick, scruffy beard and wore a faded plaid shirt. He looked like a brute of a man with wide shoulders and a thick neck. The rest were looking at the camera, but this one’s gaze had flicked to Evelyn, and his expression was far from innocent.
“That’s Shane Dawson,” Brooklynn said. “He’s a fisherman. Or…maybe a lobsterman. Something like that.”
“He seems…taken with your mother.”
“Hmm. Yeah. He’s a little creepy.” She leaned in. “Huh.”
“What?”
“He kind of looks like one of the guys from the photo yesterday.” She pulled her cell phone from her pocket and zoomed in.
Forbes’s gaze flicked from the sixty-something guy in the photo to the younger man hauling the crate. “You think?”
“Same square jaw,” she said. “Same squinty eyes. I mean, obviously, it’s not the same person, but it could be a relative.”
Forbes’s heart thumped. “Does Dawson have a son?”
“I hardly know him, but I can find out.”
“I’ll do it. I don’t want anyone knowing you’re involved.”
She looked up, a tiny smile on her face. “I am involved. I took those photographs. Anyway, I’ll ask my sister. Alyssa will find out everything we need to know.”
Forbes didn’t want either one of these Wright women involved, but Alyssa’s skills could be very helpful. “All right. If she doesn’t mind.”
That settled, Brooklynn looked at the photo again. “Shane and Graham are friends, or at least business associates. I’ve seen them together a lot.”
Forbes scanned back to Graham, an elegant, almost fussy-looking man. What could he possibly have in common with the rough-looking fisherman? And what kind of business could they have?
Perhaps Dawson supplied lobster for the hotel’s restaurant. Was that all it was?
“How do you know all these people?”
“Chamber of Commerce.” Her tone definitely didn’t convey enthusiasm. “I joined after I opened Light and Shadows. If I had to guess, I’d say this photo was taken at a Chamber meeting.”
“Based on?”
