Push huffed beside me.
Pearl smiled.
Anchor looked like he approved, though with him, approval mostly looked like a slightly less aggressive scowl.
“She’s staying at the clubhouse,” Anchor explained.“Her sister’s missing.Might be tied to the island.Might not be.We don’t know yet.”
Bob’s brows pulled together faintly.
Even drugged and hurt, he reacted to that.
He cared.
That hit me harder than I expected.
These men didn’t know me or Erin, but missing woman apparently registered immediately as something that mattered.
I swallowed and forced myself to keep my face neutral.
“She’s a private investigator,” Push added.“Anchor’s gonna let her look at what we’ve got.”
Bob’s gaze shifted toward Anchor.If a look from a sedated man could say Are you out of your damn mind?then Bob’s did.
Anchor snorted.“Yeah, I know.”
Pearl leaned closer to Bob.“She’s smart.”
“Debatable,” I muttered.
Push looked down at me.“You walked into a murder investigation on purpose.”
“Exactly.Debatable.”
Bob’s mouth twitched again.Okay, maybe I liked Bob.Which was extremely inconvenient considering he was unconscious-adjacent and had not said one word.
Anchor gave him a basic rundown after that.Nothing too detailed.Nothing that seemed to require response.Just enough to keep him connected to the club.
“There was another body last night,” Anchor said quietly.
The air in the room shifted.
Bob’s eyes sharpened slightly despite the drugs.
“Same kind of staging,” Anchor continued.“We’re handling it.Vin’s going over footage.Pull and Post helped clean the dock.Doc took a look before we moved him.”
My stomach rolled.
Same kind of staging.That meant there had been enough bodies for “same kind” to be a phrase they used.Lovely.
“We’re keeping the island locked down tighter,” Push added.“No one comes or goes without eyes on them.”
Bob blinked slowly.
Anchor’s hand tightened on the bed rail.“You just worry about healing.That’s your only job.”
Bob looked at him.
Anchor’s jaw flexed.“Yeah, I know you hate that,” he muttered.“Too damn bad.”
