A pinned location popped up on her phone.
She put the car in drive and pulled out of the parking lot.
Her hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles turned white.
She was pulling out of Anastasia Island, crossing the bridge back toward the mainland, when she nearly rode off the road.
A figure sat up from the back seat.
Eve screamed, the car swerving.
“Steady there, Eve,” a man’s voice drawled from behind her. “Just keep calm. Do as I say, and no one will get hurt.”
Eve’s eyes flew to the rearview mirror.
She recognized him as another guest at the inn, instantly.
“You!” Eve breathed. “It’s you?”
He lifted his hand, and she saw the gun pointed at the back of her head.
But it was his wrist that made her breath catch.
His sleeve had risen, revealing a vicious scar across his forearm.
Even after all these years, she could see the teeth imprints where flesh had been torn.
Tyson’s bite.
It was definitely him.
“Surprised, Eve?” He drawled, his voice cold and amused. “Then again, we’ve both changed a lot, haven’t we,Nancy?”
Nancy?
Eve’s mind reeled.
He thought she was Mary.
Her heart hammered wildly in her chest.
“Don’t worry,” the man continued, his voice conversational despite the gun in his hand. “I checked for scalpels. You won’t attack me as easily as you did my employee the last time.”
Eve’s hands trembled on the steering wheel.
He didn’t know.
He didn’t know Mary was dead.
He thought Eve was Nancy, alive and well after twenty-eight years.
“Now,” the man said, his voice hardening. “You’re going to drive exactly where I tell you. And then you’re going to tell me where David hid the evidence. Or I’m going to kill him. Then I’m going to kill that beautiful daughter of yours. And that granddaughter.” He paused. “One by one. Until you give me what I want.”
Eve’s vision blurred with tears.
But she kept driving.
Because she didn’t know what else to do.
