“Sixteen. We were all sixteen,” Mia said quietly. The older man Monroe had been seeing could have been someone else. It could have been Danny Acker, who had been home from college on the mainland. A lot of the younger girls had their eyes on him. He would have been a nice challenge. Or Timmy Stern, the man who used to run the plane from the island.

But Earl had been the last person Robert Twist had talked to before he’d died.

She didn’t need to glance outside to know the storm had set up shop over St. Lucy’s. They wouldn’t be going over to Earl’s anytime soon.

“So what now?” Izzy asked, her own gaze on the darkness outside.

“Now we wait.”

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

IZZY

Izzy had never been good at waiting. Especially when there was a killer out there, and she was trapped in a tiny kitchen, stuck in limbo. Moving might not actually be productive, but at least it would feel like she was doing something.

In the past few hours, the snow had tapered from a rageful blizzard to a steady fall that was almost pretty.

Mia seemed perfectly content with the reprieve from the interrogations. She was hunched over, staring hard at the notebooks, still trying to decipher gibberish despite the fact that she couldn’t understand it. Something to do, Mia had said a while ago when Izzy had pointed out that it was mostly pointless.

Izzy pushed her chair back, the feet scraping against the linoleum floor. Standing up, she paced to the window. “I’ve got to get out.”

“Antsy?”

Izzy rolled her shoulders to try to ease the itch between the blades. Her wound protested the movement. “Do you think I’d make it to the bar in this?”

Mia’s eyes slid past her to the window, then came back to Izzy’s face. “Sure, if you’re really determined. The hill back up is going to be a pain in the ass.”

Right now, being able to escape the suffocating house felt worth the risk. “Think I might pop down,” Izzy said.

“All right,” Mia said, and moved to gather up her things. “I’m going to take these upstairs. Maybe try to draft a few emails to the uniforms. We need to look into Twist’s phone records. Peter especially.”

Izzy bounced on the balls of her feet, frustrated that they hadn’t had even a blip of reliable Wi-Fi that day to google the guy.

“You want to come for a drink, then?” she asked Mia. “If we can’t do anything else.”

“No, I’m going to do a little more digging,” she said, lifting her armful. “The door’s unlocked for when you get back.”

“Okay, I won’t be long. If I don’t return, send a search party.”