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The dread I’d been trying to ignore came back full force. “What happened?”
“Are you guys still in Provincetown?”
“No, we’re in Nantucket, why?”
“How fast can you be back in Boston?”
“Again, why?” I glanced at Cilla who was wrapping herself in the blanket. Her brown eyes now narrowed with worry.
“There was another killing.”
I gripped the phone. “Where?”
“Fucker is bold. Where Priscilla was attacked.”
My stomach bottomed out and I dragged her close.
“What?” she asked, her eyes glassy with tears. “You’re scaring me.”
“Locke, the woman could have been Priscilla’s twin.”
“I’m taking her out of here.” I started to get up, but Cilla held me tighter, holding me down.
The need to get away from Massachusetts—away from the whole goddamn United States burned through me like an oil spill on the ocean. I’d take her down to the Keys. Then we could hop around the islands.
It would be a bitch to gas up with the regatta starting up in a few days, but then I’d make sure she was safe.
“Stone finally convinced his captain to call in the feds. They want to talk to Cilla.”
“Fuck that. They can read the reports. She doesn’t remember anything more than that.”
“Locke—what is happening?” Cilla rolled onto her knees beside me.
“They want to put her in protective custody.”
“She’s safer with me.” When Bastian didn’t say anything. “If you fucking tell them where we are, I’ll disappear. You’ll never fucking find me. And you know I can do it.”
“Just think about it. We need to find this guy or you’ll be running forever.”
I looked at her wounded eyes full of fear then I hung up.
I didn’t want to hear anymore.
I got up and she followed me across the living area to where my radio was. I’d checked in with the port for a slip, but we weren’t going to dock and refill for a few more days.
“Locke, what is happening?” She grabbed my arm, taking the mic out of my hand and setting it back on the hook. “Tell me.”
The need to protect her overrode everything else.
You can’t keep her in the dark.
Milligan’s voice was sharp and hot in my head.
Not like Alyssa.
I squeezed my eyes shut. I gripped the counter where my radio was and pushed back the memories.
“Locke.”
