“Chief Thomas pulled me in for questioning on those murders,” I quickly explained to Beau before he got snarky with Dylan. I didn’t want him to ruin a potential love match because of me.
“Why did he pull you in?” Beau asked, swinging back to me.
“Because Luna and I had been at the beach the night before they found the dead body,” I admitted and I saw Dylan shake his head.
“Well, that doesn’t mean squat,” Beau said, always on my side.
“I know. Which is why I’m here and not under arrest. At least this sheriff is better than our last one,” I pointed out. Beau rolled his eyes and nodded in agreement.
“We’ve got a major problem though,” I began, shooting a glance at Dylan before turning back to Beau.
“What’s wrong?” Beau asked, immediately running his hands up and down my arms to soothe me.
“They found another body over in the same area this morning, and Luna’s missing now too.” The words rushed out and Beau stiffened.
“How do you know she’s missing?”
“Her phone’s turned off.”
“That never happens,” Beau said immediately and I nodded.
“Who’s Luna?” Dylan asked, looking between us.
“Our best friend,” Beau and I answered simultaneously.
My phone beeped from my purse, and I raced across the room to where I had dropped it on a small table.
“This is probably her now, and we’ll have been worried over nothing,” I called over my shoulder.
Pulling my phone from my bag, I swiped to read the text.
Chills raced through me and I almost dropped the phone. Horrified, I looked up helplessly at Cash.
“Luna’s been taken.”
Chapter Thirty-One
The room explodedwith questions from everyone and I held up my hand to stop them.
“Listen, it says – I have Luna. Meet us at North Beach at sundown. Bring the voodoo priestess. Come alone or I’ll snap Luna’s neck.” I shivered at the words and looked helplessly at Beau.
“What number did it come from?” Miss Elva asked, shaking her head.
“Luna’s,” I said.
“Can we trace it? If it’s on?” Miss Elva asked.
Cash thought about it and then instructed me to call Luna. It went straight to voicemail and I just shook my head helplessly.
“You are not going to that beach,” Cash ordered, testosterone oozing off of him as he looked at me, hands clenched.
“Oh, I most certainly am going,” I seethed, squaring off with him.
“You are not. If you think I’m going to let you go aloneto a beach to face some psychopath, you’re insane,” Cash argued.
“If you think I’ll just sit around and let my best friend be held captive by said psychopath, then you’re the crazy one,” I argued right back.
“You’re not going, and that’s final,” Cash ordered.
