“We already know it’s someone on the north side with access to a boat.”
“Still have the population.”
“Speed boat.”
“Not as many, but still quite a few.”
“Then I guess I’ll have to hang out at the bar and see if anyone stands out.”
“Are you seriously going to go to the bar with the recording and ask around if people have heard this man?”
“No, I’m good at memorizing things.I’ll listen to people talk and pinpoint the person talking.”
“I already told you, no one will speak around you.You’re a tourist.They’ll kick you out before offering you a beer.Even I’m not accepted there.”Mac looked away before smiling.“But I have an idea.”
“No.”
Mac’s eyebrows puckered together in confusion.“But I didn’t say anything yet.”
“You were going to suggest Jacques or Burt go and spy.”They were both fisherman and known on the island.
“Actually, I wasn’t,” she responded, looking smug that he’d gotten it wrong.
“Really?”He had been sure that’s what she was going to suggest.
“No, Jacques would charge me, and Burt would ask too many questions.”
It was true, at least about Jacques.He didn’t know much about Burt.“What’s your idea then?”
“I know some of the fishermen who go to the bar; we can put one of your bug thingies in there and listen.If the audio matches, we’ll know he’s there.”
It wasn’t a bad idea.“An audio and visual,” he said out loud.“But what if this guy doesn’t go to that bar.We could be wasting our time and resources.”
“Do you have a better plan?”she asked, raising a challenging eyebrow and crossing her arms over her chest as if daring him to come up with someone better, but Barry didn’t know anyone on the island enough to ask—and she knew it.
“Annabelle is still our best option.”
Mac’s face fell at the mention of that woman.He knew Mac didn’t like her, but she was a wealth of information.
“She’ll probably have the information about our fisherman friend.”
“You want to chase Annabelle for answers, be my guest,” Mac remarked, her tone icy as the arctic before she opened her car door.
“Where are you going?”Barry caught her wrist before she could fully get out of the car.
Mac looked over her shoulder at the hand holding her wrist then pulled it free.“To bed.I have work in the morning.”
“I’ll take you home,” he offered.
“No, thank you.I prefer to walk.”Barry had ruffled her feathers with the mention of his impending date.
“Mac, don’t be mad at me.I don’t want to do this any more than you do.”
“Do what you want, Barry.You’re an adult.”There was no wining by the sound of her tone.Anything he said would just bounce off of the shield she had erected.
“I’ll call you tomorrow night when I get the information.”
Mac didn’t respond, just got out of the car and closed the door shut behind her.He watched her out of the rearview mirror as she walked out of the parking lot and turned the corner to head home.
