Page 70 of Trick of Light
He slid Sophie’s file to her and she quickly scanned it. Then froze.
“Someone you know?” he asked quickly.
“This name. Jill Garner. That’s the mother of the piano student we were looking into, the one we thought might be involved in Amelia’s death. Keith Garner.”
They stared at each other. “Does this mean there’s a connection to the poisonings going on?” he asked incredulously.
“I don’t know how. Jill and Keith Garner both died in a plane crash in Alaska.”
Still, he thought. Hell of a coincidence.
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Before they left the hospital, they looked for Angus Telford. But his shift wasn’t scheduled to start until midnight, and no one would share his home address with them. In fact, no one seemed to want to talk much about Angus at all.
“Can’t you do that thing you did before?” Gabby didn’t want to give it a name. She was still processing the side of Barnaby that she’d witnessed. That wasn’t arrogance, it was something beyond—dictator-ness?
“Nope, I’m all Carmichael-ed out. Probably for the rest of the year, if I’m honest.”
“That’s a relief. That dude was a little scary.”
“Tell me about it. Imagine him as your father.”
She shuddered, deciding that she didn’t appreciate her parents enough. They had high standards, but they were never deliberately cruel to her. The phone call she needed to make still loomed ahead of her. The best time to call her mother was in the evening, so she’d try then.
Was she procrastinating? Safe to say, yes.
“We could stay in town another night,” Barnaby suggested as they exited onto the walkway that led back to the Eastern Promenade. “See if the Cove will let us in tonight since we missed our reservation last night.”
As much as Gabby loved the idea of a fancy night out, it didn’t feel right with so much going on. “Let me work my magic and see if I can locate Angus.”
She flexed her fingers dramatically, then pulled out her phone. Among her many methods of locating people, she liked Facebook and Instagram the best. She was so experienced at it by now that a quick glance through someone’s timeline could tell her what neighborhoods they hung out in, what kinds of things they liked to do, who their friends were—even if they shared none of those personal details in their profile.
Angus Telford liked to sail. In fact, he owned a sailboat. A pretty freaking expensive one.
She showed a few photos of it to Barnaby, who whistled. “That’s a Sunreef Seventy, older model, worth over a million dollars, not including yearly upkeep.”
“I had no idea that physician assistants got paid that kind of money.”
“I’m pretty sure they don’t.” Barnaby bent to peer more closely at her phone. “Can you tell what marina that is?”
She flipped through a few more photos. “Swan Harbor.”
He swore. “I saw that name when I was going through the Lightkeeper books. It’s a yearly expenditure that made no sense to me, since all our boats are kept in the Sea Smoke Island marina. I figured my father had another boat I didn’t know about. But maybe he’s been paying Angus’ marina bill as part of this fucking coverup.”
“Don’t jump to conclusions,” she warned him, although she had to admit that seemed suspicious.
“Only one way to confirm. Fancy a drive to Swan Harbor? It’s about an hour up the coast.”
“It might be our best chance, so sure. We can surprise him. I’m sure he’ll love that.”
They stopped at a food stand and bought lobster rolls while they waited for a Lyft to pick them up.
“Don’t you have a Carmichael family Mercedes on standby on the mainland?” she teased.
“Fuck.” He lowered his roll, just inches from his mouth. “We actually do. Not a Mercedes, but a Land Rover. I completely forgot.”
She burst out laughing. “Oh my God, you’re so rich you forget one of your perks?”
