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Until I left to make sure I didn’t kill someone else.
“The Kendrick Group?”Demoted Stone looked up from his phone.
“Yeah. Dominic Kendrick will vouch for me.”
At least as far as telling Stone I wasn’t this kind of a killer.
“What are you doing here if you live in Boston?”
“Just a pit stop on my way up the coast.” If I kept moving, the memories and guilt stayed in its box for a while.
It was actually Milligan who’d shown me Salem. He’d been the one to encourage me to stick around and join The Kendrick Group. Maybe if I’d never come, he’d still be around.
Jesus.
I needed to get a grip. I knew it would be heavy to stop here, but now this?
I should have just kept moving.
A flash of the blond pinned to the dock dented the guilt.
Save her, fuckface.
Milligan’s voice floated up like seaweed in my brain—sticky and annoying.
Not my problem. I did what I could. I gave her a fighting chance.
Don’t be a pussy.
Annoyed, I huffed out a sigh. “How about I get a shirt and help you look?”
“That’s not necessary, Mr. Jordan.”
“Locke,” I corrected. “Mr. Jordan is definitely more my brother.”
“Not your father?”
I shrugged. “Don’t have one of those. I’ll be right back.” I stepped onto my catamaran, annoyance riding me. I should just get behind the wheel and head out. The skies were clear.
She needs help.
Maybe I was officially having a mental break. I did not fucking need Milligan in my head now. I hopped into the space between the twin hulls and hurried into my living quarters. Since my pants were just as bloody, I quickly swapped out for cargo pants and a long sleeved shirt, conscious of her blood on my skin.
I scrubbed until the blood ran pink in my tiny sink. By the time I hopped back on the dock and secured my boat more thoroughly, the detective finished taking photos of the crime scene.
Reinforcements had arrived and I noted Stone’s stiff posture as a woman reamed him out.
I loped after him as he was walking toward the dry-docked boats. “Stone, wait up.”
“Look, Locke, it’s not my crime scene anymore. There’s nothing more you can do anyway.”
Right. It wasn’t my problem, see?
Pussy.
Fuck me. “You’re still looking for her purse right?”
He sighed, then glanced over at the busy techs and cops below. “Yeah.”
