“What did you smuggle?”she asked Andrew.
“Everything.Drugs, animals, people.”
“Why Retribution Bay?”
Andrew shrugged.“Father’s obsessed with the shipwreck and finding the treasure.Not evenClark’s death changed his mind.”
“Clark?”Dot asked.
“My brother.He was shot a couple of months back by Georgie Stokes.”
Dot’s heart lurched at the confirmation of Clark’s identity.“Who else is involved with the smuggling?”Both Martin and Rodney approached, steps casual, as if they had all the time in the world.Martin had his hand on his gun.
“Help Oliver,” Dot called.
Andrew’s gaze was on the officers approaching.His brow furrowed, concern creeping onto his face for the first time.“The cops.”
“Colin?”
“No.I don’t know why Lee involved him.”He nodded towards Martin, jerking on the handcuffs trying to loosen them.“But he is.”
Dot’s heart jumped, and she whirled to face him, her own hand going to her gun.Martin held up his hands.“Are you going to believe this kid?He’ll say anything to save his arse.”
“It’s true,” Andrew said.“I saw him talking to Father the night before we started staying on the boat.”
“Lucas is in town?”
“Yeah.He’s staying at a resort.Wanted to be close when the treasure was found.”
Kristy watched Martin warily.Was it because he was a cop, or because she was afraid of him?
“Kristy, what do you know about it?”
She shook her head and kept her lips pressed together but stepped away from Andrew.
Rodney took hold of her arm and led her towards the police car.He was being remarkably docile.She’d expected him to barge in and take over the questioning so she could help Oliver.
Why was no one helping Oliver?
“Did you hear what your father said to Martin?”Dot asked, trying to get to the bottom of this as she shifted closer to Oliver.It could have been an innocent conversation, or this could be Andrew’s way of sowing distrust amongst her team.
“They were talking about Kurt and how much he stuffed up kidnapping the kids.”
Martin lowered his hands.“That’s enough of your lies.”
Dot glanced behind to see where Rodney was.He was helping Kristy into the back of the police car.
“Father bragged about having someone on the local police force to look the other way,” Andrew said, his words coming fast.“I’d bet it is him.”
An accusation, but not a certainty.
“Shut your mouth,” Martin ordered, pulling his gun and pointing it at Andrew.
Oliver was right behind Andrew and he shifted, but groaned, swaying precariously.
“Martin, lower your weapon,” Dot said, reaching for hers.
Martin kept his gun on Andrew.
