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Back The Lighthouse Save as PDF
Chapters (50)
  1. PART ONE
  2. 1
  3. 2
  4. 3
  5. 4
  6. 5
  7. 6
  8. 8
  9. 9
  10. 10
  11. 11
  12. PART TWO
  13. 12
  14. 14
  15. 15
  16. 16
  17. 18
  18. 19
  19. 21
  20. 22
  21. 23
  22. 24
  23. 25
  24. 26
  25. 27
  26. 28
  27. 30
  28. 31
  29. 32
  30. 33
  31. 34
  32. 35
  33. 36
  34. 37
  35. 38
  36. 39
  37. 40
  38. 41
  39. 42
  40. 43
  41. PART THREE
  42. 44
  43. 45
  44. 46
  45. 47
  46. 49
  47. 50
  48. 51
  49. 52
  50. EPILOGUE

“No, he hasn’t. You haven’t seen him come through, have you?” Amy pulled out her phone and swiped through her photos, searching for a recent picture. “There, that’s him.”

Peggy didn’t seem interested in looking at the screen. “This place has been like a way station all day long, what with the festival and all, so even if I passed right by him there’s every chance I wasn’t paying the least bit of attention.”

“I know, but if you don’t mind, could you take a look?” Amy forced the phone closer. “Please?”

“All right then, let’s see if we can’t jog this ol’ memory of mine.” Peggy slung the rag over her shoulder and took the phone from Amy’s hands. Her eyes narrowed and she fell silent. For a moment, Amy thought the image might have triggered a memory, but . . . “Sorry, wish I could tell ya otherwise, but his face ain’t ringin’ no bells.”

“Not even from last night? Don’t you remember checking us in? I was with him. You spoke to him.”

“I did? Really?”

“Yes, he was standing right here.”

Her eyes traveled around the room. “Sorry, mind’s gone a complete blank.”

“What about our booking?”

“Mmm?”

“Our booking. Could you check it for me? Could you tell me what it says?”

Peggy disappeared below the counter and produced the hefty tome. “Room 212,” she said after opening the book and running her finger across the page. “Tucker, Kevin. That your dad?”

“Yes.”

“Says here we have you checking out in the morning.”

“What?” Amy spun the journal 180 degrees. “That can’t be.”

Peggy slapped her finger down. “Two nights—says it right there.” She gave Amy a moment to verify the details before closing and returning the book to the shelf underneath. “Don’t be takin’ this the wrong way, but are you quite sure everything is all right?”

Amy muttered “uh-huh” and stumbled two steps back from the bar.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine. I’m sorry for wasting your time.”

Peggy waved her rag. “It’s no bother. And now I know what your dad looks like, don’t I? If I catch a glimpse, I’ll be sure to let him know you’ve been looking for him.”