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Push looked down at me carefully.“You okay?”

“No,” I admitted honestly.Because how the hell was I supposed to be okay?

Every clue about Erin made things worse instead of better.

“She worked here,” I whispered mostly to myself.I sighed hard and rubbed my forehead with my free hand.

Pearl stepped closer beside me.“At least now we know she was definitely here.”

That was true.It was the first solid confirmation we’d gotten that Erin hadn’t just visited the island.

She’d worked here.

Push looked toward the haunted house buildings thoughtfully.“We need to talk to Ron.”

Piney nodded immediately.“Yeah.Like now.”

“Not out here,” Push said.

I agreed.

The middle of the haunted house midway wasn’t exactly the best place for serious murder conversations.

Especially now that tourists were starting to fill the pathways more heavily as darkness settled over the island.

A chainsaw roared somewhere nearby and made a little kid scream dramatically.

Piney glanced toward it.“See?Chainsaws are effective.”

Pearl rolled her eyes.“You’re impossible.”

He grinned proudly.

I leaned slightly into Push without meaning to.

The movement was automatic now.Something steady while my world kept getting stranger.

Push looked down at me immediately, his expression softening just slightly around the edges in a way nobody else probably noticed, but I did.

“We’ll figure this out,” he said quietly.

I wanted to believe him.God, I wanted to, because for the first time since arriving on Skull Island, it felt like we’d stopped chasing shadows and finally found an actual thread.

Now we just had to pull it.And somehow, I had a feeling everything was about to unravel.

Chapter Nineteen

Push

Anchor was leaning against the bar with a coffee mug in his hand even though the sun had already dipped low enough outside that coffee probably wasn’t the right life choice anymore.Pearl slid right into his side the second we came in, like she had some internal GPS locked onto her biker at all times.

Piney wandered in behind us still eating popcorn.

I didn’t know where the hell he kept getting it from.

I shut the clubhouse door behind us and glanced at Anchor.“We found out Erin worked on the island.”

That got everybody’s attention.