1. FOLLOW THE COP

2. RECORD THE COP

3. DETAIN THE COP (IF NECESSARY)

Kate is following the cop like a pro. But there isn’t much mystery as to where he’s going. About three minutes ago, Theo intercepted a text transmission from a burner phone to James’s personal cell, asking him to meet at a certain location on the southeast end of the island. At the same exact moment, Otto Hazard observed Hannah Clee holding a cell phone and thumbing an urgent message that said:

UR GONNA HELP US FIX THIS

All transmissions are documented and uploaded to the Stingrays’ servers.

After a frenzied five minutes, James arrives at the given location. The white limo is kind of a dead giveaway; the cop must be fuming at the girls for being so utterly and completely indiscreet.

“Look at him,” Theo says. “That man is not happy.”

“Tell me something I don’t know,” Kate replies. “Come on, let’s get our gear.”

Nigel James smooths out his clothing, checks his personal weapon (a Glock, Kate notes), stuffs it into a jacket pocket, and then shuffles up the beach toward the twins.

As soon as he’s in range, Hannah Clee points at the unmarked grave in the sand, barking orders.

“You need to get this out of the ground right now and dispose of it properly!”

“Take it easy, Ms. Clee,” James says. “I didn’t expect you back here so soon. You know, what you’re doing is not very wise.”

“Oh, really? You want to know what I didn’t expect? A phone call telling me that somebody pulled the body of a girl out of the sand. And that it could be you-know-who.”

James shakes his head. “There have been some private investigators causing trouble on the island. I told you both: you have nothing to worry about. You are under my personal protection. And by extension, that of the entire police force.”

“No,” Hannah says. “That’s not good enough. We need this…thing up out of the ground and, like, shoved into a wood chipper or something. I don’t want any trace of her left behind!”

“You have to be patient. The evidence was planted elsewhere, which will satisfy local investigators, and eventually everyone else.”

“You don’t get it. I’m not satisfied! It should be me you’re worried about!”

James can’t help but chuckle, which unnerves the twins. They look at each other, wondering if they’ve made a deal with a lunatic.

“Ms. Clee…you don’t understand your position.” James removes the Glock from his jacket pocket. “In about five seconds I could be a hero and the two of you could be dead, next to the corpse of your friend. Murder solved. Everyone’s happy.”

“What?!” Brooke exclaims, the first word she’s uttered since the cop arrived. Life has always been a bunch of laughs for her—until this moment. “But we didn’t kill her! It was just an accident. She was crazy drunk and running too fast and then she tripped and fell and hit her head on a rock.”