Chapters (61)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Prologue
- Shay
- Brody
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- Epilogue
- Enjoy this Preview of Beneath the Wreckage
- Enjoy This Book?
- Acknowledgments
- Also Available from Catherine Cowles
- Stay Connected
- About Catherine Cowles
I wanted to smile down at my phone, but something felt wrong, and I couldn’t shake it. Maybe it was simply because this was the first time in weeks that we’d been apart. Or because of Parker’s warning yesterday that the killer wasn’t done. The combination was likely messing with my head.
Me: I really appreciate it.
I forced myself to spend the next few minutes in normality. I rinsed Shay’s cup and put it in the dishwasher, brewed a cup of coffee for myself, and set the eggs in their proper resting spot. But when I finished, I was still waiting for my phone to ding.
I slid onto a stool in front of Shay’s laptop, knowing that what I was about to do was a violation of her privacy. I’d apologize later. I tapped a key, and the screen blinked to life. I breathed a sigh of relief when it didn’t require a password.
A chat window was up. A conversation between her and someone named Evergreenl3, her friend, E. As I read the messages, my gut tightened. Maybe her friend truly was in trouble, but it sounded a hell of a lot like someone was trying to get Shay away from the island and me.
Me: Any sign?
Caelyn: Not yet. Is everything okay?
I was an asshole for worrying Caelyn after all she’d been through, but I couldn’t help the deep and unsettling feeling that something was wrong. Before I could type a response, my phone rang. Seeing Caelyn’s name on the screen, I accepted the call.
“Do you see her?”
“No sign of her, and now you have me totally and completely freaked out.”
I scrubbed a hand over my jaw. “I’m sorry. Something just feels wrong. Like this friend was trying to lure Shay away from the island for some reason.”
I scanned the screen again and froze. In a small column to the left of the messaging app was a history of conversations. At least half a dozen chats visible in the history window. They were all with the same person…until her most recent chat. At first glance, it looked the same, but when all the screen names were lined up, you could see the slight difference. Most of the conversations were with Evergreen13 but the one this morning was with Evergreenl3. Someone had created a new name and replaced the number one with a letter l.
My chest seized. “Caelyn, I have to go. I need to call Parker. Call me if you see the boat or any sign of Shay. If you see her, don’t let her out of your sight. I’ll explain later.”
“Wait, Brody—”
I hung up before she had a chance to continue and dialed Parker immediately. Someone was after Shay.
I paced back and forth in front of the island. “We have to do something.”