“I truly don’t know.” If there was ever one answer I wished I had, it would be that. But there were too many unknowns. “I put a P.I. on it. So far, Michael’s staying on the straight and narrow. All a little too tidy in Dante’s opinion.”

“But he doesn’t know where she is, right?” Ford asked.

I nodded. “He’s good with computers. He tracked her to a PO Box she set up back east but hasn’t made it past there. She gets mail from that box forwarded here. He’s sent her a few letters.”

Hunter’s eyes narrowed. “Threats?”

“Nothing outright, but they’re definitely weird. And Shay says they’re his version of threats.” I would never understand the language the two of them shared, but I trusted that Shay knew what she was talking about.

Ford shifted on his feet. “That’s why she took the job on Harbor, isn’t it? She can live with no trail.”

“Yup. And, apparently, her brother’s afraid of the water. Refuses to get on a boat or anything.” And as messed up as it was, I’d be forever grateful that Shay had been forced to take that job. Because it had brought her to me.

Hunter let out a low whistle. “So, she’s safe. As long as she stays here.”

I hoped she was. “I’m not taking any risks. Now that you know, we can all keep our eyes open.”

“You can count on it,” Ford said.

Griffin grunted in agreement. “I never would’ve thought we’d be keeping an eye out for a psycho brother and a murderer on our tiny island.”

“The world is going to hell,” Hunter muttered. “Even our little corner of it isn’t untouched.”

“Any updates from Parker?” Ford asked.

Everyone shook their heads, and I echoed the movement. “We saw Sam in town the other day. If his glare was anything to go by, Shay and I should both be dead.”

“He might not be the person who killed those folks, but he’s not exactly a good dude, either,” Griffin said.

Hunter’s jaw clenched. “Well, we all know now. That’s twice I haven’t seen the truth about someone so close.”

Ford slapped him on the back. “It’s not your fault.”

Hunter shrugged off his hand. “I gotta get going, early morning tomorrow.”

I watched as he headed for the front door without saying goodbye to anyone else. I looked back at Ford. “What was that about?”

He slumped back against the counter. “We had some trouble a ways back. Someone stalking me and Bell, trying to hurt us both.” Ford paused for a moment as if struggling to get the words out. “It turned out to be one of Hunter’s best friends. He kidnapped Bell, and we almost lost her.”