“Oh, and Lacey didn’t seem to be on board with the Monroe pregnant thing,” Izzy said instead. “She didn’t say Cash was lying, but she kind of looked nervous that he’d told us that.”

“If Monroe found out that day, she might not have told her sister.”

“True.” Izzy shrugged. “Might have been trying to protect Lacey, too.”

“She didn’t tell her who she’d been having an affair with, either,” Mia said in agreement with that sentiment. “Maybe didn’t want to get her involved with it.”

“Or,” Izzy dragged out, “she just didn’t want to tell her baby sister about her love life.”

Mia’s lips tipped up. “That, too.”

“Oh, before I forget, I got an update about that artist Peter guy from a uniform,” Izzy said, slapping at her pocket. “But it wouldn’t open because of whatever the hell is brewing out there.” She pointed to the window. “I’ll let you know what it says once I get internet back.”

“Might be nothing,” Mia said, though it didn’t feel like nothing. So many pieces, where did they all fit?

“Enough weirdness to warrant checking out.” Izzy shrugged. “And, of course, the fact that he’s pretending he’s big enough to go by one name.”

Mia rolled her eyes, but she was actually going to miss Izzy’s relaxed humor. She had a way of breaking tension, which kept Mia just on the right side of sane. “I let slip that you were leaving the island,” Mia admitted to be on the safe side.

That got Izzy’s attention back on her. “To who?”

This was the part Izzy wasn’t going to like. “Cash.”

Izzy’s eyes narrowed on Mia’s face. Her hands were on her hips, and Mia had the distinct feeling of being studied.

“You really don’t think Cash had anything to do with any of this, huh?” Izzy swept her hand around, seemingly in an attempt to capture the past, the present.

Did she? No. But there was nothing there to back up that gut feeling—just the vague sense that something was off with that picture.

It was too easy.