Skye’s gaze flicked to August. “Is there anything you can do for him?”
“I’m good,” Ash repeated. “If it makes you feel better, I’ll let the boss man know if anything changes, or if I catch a glimpse of our old man.”
Reluctantly, she nodded. “Okay.”
“I’ll be here to consult on anything either of you need,” August added.
“Thank you,” Skye said. “Really, all of you are doing so much for me. I—I don’t deserve it.”
“Of course you deserve it.” It was Emersyn’s voice, certain and strong. “Don’t ever think that you don’t. We’re friends, Skye. Friends look out for each other.”
I fought a smile. Skye needed to hear that. She put on a strong face, but she was lonely. At least, she had been when I’d known her. She’d changed over the years—but that look in her eyes, the one she often tried to hide—hadn’t.
“Thank you,” Skye repeated, her voice trembling.
The meeting broke up quickly after that. August spoke with me about some extra security measures at the cabin and setting up some tracking and audio recording of calls if Skye allowed. He asked me to lock up when we were finished. Emersyn had some work she needed to wrap up and they had to make a quick exit.
Ash left shortly after August, which left me, Skye, and Graham. He had seemed a bit off to me during the meeting. I wasn’t sure why, exactly. Graham was pretty good at seeming laid-back and unbothered most of the time, but something about his body language had me wondering. He had been fidgeting. Graham wasn’t a fidgeter.
“Is everything all right with you?” I asked him.
He crossed his arms over his chest. He glanced at Skye, who had returned to her seat next to me after seeing her brother out.
“Actually, I have something to talk to Skye about.”
Skye tilted her head. “Me?”
He twirled his pen between his fingers, something he’d been doing periodically through the meeting. “Yes. I’ve been debating if I should say something, but I don’t think it’s right to keep it from you.”
I leaned forward, alarm bells going off in my head. “What is it?”
He pursed his lips, glancing between me and Skye. He was worried. It was never good when Graham was worried.
“As you know, or perhaps maybe you don’t, Skye, but I’m in contact with the Shadow Stalker. At first, it was in a professional capacity, but I’m no longer working with the state on this case. Even though our family hasn’t been affected directly by the Shadow Stalker himself, it was determined that with our sister being a victim of a crime so close to his case that it was best if I didn’t work on it anymore.”
“You’ve spoken with him directly?” Skye asked, interest piqued.
Graham nodded. “He continues to be in contact with me, though I’m not entirely sure why. Maybe he thinks he can trust me.” He flipped the pen again, making an overzealous twirl that almost sent it flying across the table. “Anyways, he’s somehow gotten word of you, Skye.”
She jerked her head back. “What about me?”
“Of the documentary.”
Her eyes widened. “How does he know about that?”
“Small town. He must still maintain some of his connections. I’m sure his lawyers also keep him up to date. He has a team of them.” He grimaced.
“What are you getting at, Graham?” Anxiety pricked at my skin.
Graham set the pen carefully onto the table. “He requested an interview with Skye.”
We sat in stunned silence.
“An—an interview?” Skye stammered. “He wants me to interview him for the documentary?”
“I think so.” Graham crossed his arms over his chest. “Mind you, he’s maintaining his innocence. I’m not sure why he requested this, or what he hopes to accomplish. I don’t think you’re going to get him to talk about anything that will incriminate him in court.”
Skye’s jaw was literally hanging open. She stared at Graham in stunned disbelief. “How would things work logistically in the jail? Does he want me to physically come see him?”
