“And say what?” Ramsay rasped out, taking the bird by the pliers and placing it gently back in the envelope.
“There could be fingerprints on that envelope,” Cammie insisted.
“I’ll take care of it.” Ramsay stood, giving Quinn a sharp look that made his brows draw together. Then he turned to me. “Authorize the CCTV, Silver.” Then he walked out with the envelope that wasmyevidence.
Yet, I couldn’t stop him without admitting that I knew the threat was definitely for me and it had nothing to do with me renovating the B and B.
RAMSAY
There were no fingerprints on the envelope.
Or the poor wee birdie.
I tested both.
Dread knotted in my gut.
Jay texted back an hour ago to assure me there were no traces of me on the internet.
Yet, it seemed someone with a grudge had found me.
Frustration and fury mingled as I petted Akiva’s head and stared out at the surrounding woodland. Summer nights on Stòr lasted long into the evening, but this was the first night in August where the gloomy clouds above hadn’t chased the night into an early start. Sunlight filtered through the lush leaves and I already missed the peace the sight usually brought me.
I took a pull of my beer and scratched behind Akiva’s ears. She’d clung to me all day since I’d left the B and B, not only smelling the dead bird but sensing my dark mood.
There were multiple enemies who might have sent this.
If they came, I’d deal with them.
What worried me was the collateral damage.
Already, it had impacted Silver.
She’d looked like a ghost after opening that package.
I knew she had a soft heart, but after hearing her talk of her parents the other day, I realized how soft and vulnerable that heart truly was.
Whoever sent the package would pay for putting that look on Silver’s face.
The knot in my gut only tightened.
She was a problem.
I barely knew her, but she was a problem. The woman filled my mind more often than she should. If I didn’t find a way to banish her from my thoughts, she’d become a weakness.
When I came to Glenvulin, I had none.
Then Akiva became one. Then Quinn, Cammie, the lads in the band, the villagers.
I didn’t need the kind of weakness Tierney Silver could become.
The kind of weakness that would wreck me.
Maybe Silver’s grandmother had been right about knowing yourself.
Because before her … I didn’t think there was anything left of me to be wrecked.
11.Tierney
