“Brody just left here with the findings of the fire that happened Saturday night. It was the result of arson.”

Willa sucked in a shocked breath. “Arson?”

“Yes, so there will be a full investigation by both Brody and Sawyer. I have confidence in their abilities and believe the person or persons responsible will be caught. More than likely during their investigation all of us will be questioned.”

“Why would we be questioned when the fire happened when the office was closed?” Toby asked.

“Just standard investigation procedures to see if perhaps you noticed anything during the hours the office was opened. They will probably want to know if any of you recall seeing some strange person hanging near the boats or anything. And, Willa, knowing Sawyer, he’s going to want a complete list of everyone who volunteered for that oyster netting two weeks ago.”

“Okay.”

He then glanced around at everyone and said, “Thanks and that will be all.”

* * *

KAEGAN PULLED INTO the parking lot of Bryce’s real-estate office. He’d gone to the café, hoping to see her there, only to be told by Duke she hadn’t come in today because she needed to catch up with some things at her office. So here he was, with the food her mother had asked him to deliver. Ms. Debbie figured Bryce had probably gotten busy and missed both lunch and dinner.

Getting out of his truck, he looked around, liking how well lit the area where Bryce’s office was. Although the other businesses around here had closed for the day, there were still a number of cars in several parking lots, which meant Bryce wasn’t the only person working late.

Holding tight to the bags, he walked up to the door and rang the bell. She opened it, saw him and smiled, and then stepped aside. “Mom called to let me know you were coming over with food.”

He entered, remembering the one and only other time he’d been here. That had been when he’d come to apologize to her again. “She sent enough for two,” he said, grinning.

Bryce chuckled. “Of course she did. You can come this way. I need a break.” She led him down a hall to where he knew her office was located. They also passed a room with a long table and several chairs that he figured was used as a conference room.

They entered a huge area that appeared to double as a kitchen and break room. “We can sit there and eat,” she said, pointing to a large round table. “I heard Cajun pork chops are in that bag.”

“I hadn’t checked.” He tried not to stare at her too much. She was wearing a pullover sweater and a pair of dark slacks. Both looked good on her. “How did your day go?” he asked her.

She’d been pulling the containers out of the bag and now paused. “I should be asking you that question. Mom said Brody suspects the fire on your ship was due to arson.”