Those two were disgustingly happy considering they’d met in the middle of a murder investigation and near kidnapping.
Then again, Anchor and Pearl had basically fallen in love while dead bodies floated around the island too, so maybe Skull Island just had weird timing.
The laptop keys clacked faintly down the hallway.
McKayla muttered something too low for me to hear.I glanced toward the hallway again.
Prime noticed.“You are absolutely hovering.”
I ignored him mostly because he wasn’t wrong.Something about McKayla being tucked away down there alone made my skin itch.Not because I thought she’d do something stupid.Okay, maybe a little because of that, because every time I stopped paying attention to where she was, I pictured her finding me standing over that dead body again.
I downed half my beer and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.That image needed to get the hell out of my head.
Then a shout exploded down the hallway.“Holy shit!”
All three of us moved instantly.
Prime was off the couch before Shay even dropped her book.I was already halfway down the hallway by the time they caught up.
We burst into McKayla’s room ready for a problem.
Instead, we found her sitting cross-legged in the middle of the bed with the laptop in front of her and both arms thrown triumphantly into the air.A huge grin stretched across her face.
“What is it?”I asked immediately.
“I found him.”
Prime frowned.“Found who?”
“The same guy.”She pointed wildly at the laptop screen.“I’ve seen the same person every single time a body was found if the haunted house was open.”
Everything in me sharpened instantly.
“What do you mean?”Prime asked.
McKayla practically bounced where she sat.“The footage.Every time.Within thirty minutes before each body was discovered, this same guy shows up somewhere near the area.”
Shay blinked.“Really?”
“How the hell did you manage to figure that out?”Prime asked.
McKayla pushed hair out of her face excitedly.“I remember faces.It’s just something I’ve always been able to do.”
It explained a lot.She noticed everything from little details, patterns, and movements.
“Show us,” I said.
We crowded around the bed while she shifted the laptop between us.
I ended up standing directly behind her with Prime on one side and Shay kneeling near the foot of the bed.
The room suddenly felt too small.
McKayla clicked through folders quickly.
“This was the first body,” she explained, pulling up grainy footage from the midway entrance.“The quality sucks, but watch near the popcorn stand.”
The video rolled.
