“About to hide something,” the sheriff murmured, standing right behind Allistair, his gaze intent on the monitor.
The men went around the back of the truck, took something out of it and carried it into the woods.“What is it?”She looked at the sheriff, then Blaine, who looked grim.“Trappers?”Outrage flashed through her.
“No,” the sheriff said.
When nothing more happened, Allistair sped up the video.Just under an hour later the men emerged, got back into the truck and reversed out of view.
“I’m gonna need all of that,” the sheriff said.“But right now I need you to check the feed from last night.”
“Sure.”Allistair quickly accessed the video.Sure enough, a vehicle appeared after dark.Four men wearing gloves got out, went into the woods and returned forty minutes later carrying something large that they put into the back of the truck before leaving.
“I’m gonna need all of that too.”The sheriff folded his arms.“How long have you been here on the island?”
“Six years,” Xanthe added.“Allistair just joined us this spring.”He nodded in confirmation.
“Have you ever heard anything about a militia operating on the island?”Torres asked her.
She blinked.“Yes, I’ve heard that, but I don’t know anything about it personally.You should talk to Earl.If anyone would know about that, it’s him.”
“I’ll do that, thanks.Dr.Canton, send that video to the station’s email as soon as you can.Thanks for your help.If I have any more questions for either of you, I’ll be in touch.”
She opened her mouth to ask what the hell was going on and what those men had been moving around, then thought better of it.He wasn’t going to tell her anything about an ongoing investigation.“Of course.Happy to help.”Her gaze moved to Blaine.He was watching her silently, but the intensity rolling off him was almost like a low-level electrical field against her skin.
“Take care of yourself, Dr.Lazos.”His deep, smooth voice sent an unwelcome curl of heat through her insides.
Then she remembered her blotchy skin and puffy eyes.Dammit.“I will.”And I hope you take a long walk off a short pier.
Both men left.Xanthe released a breath, more intrigued by the situation than she wanted to admit.“So, that was the developer who just pulled the ground out from under us.”
“Seriously?”Allistair shot a look at the closed door, then back to her.“What the hell’s going on?”
“I don’t know.But whatever it is, I’m guessing it’s not good news.”
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