“What exactly do you need to see?”he asked.
I lifted my hands slightly.“The haunted house area.The paths.The places I keep seeing on the footage.Then I want to head over to where the ghost boat drops people off.”
“Why?”
“Because I’ve seen it on camera, but camera angles lie.Distances look different.Blind spots look different.Routes look different.I need to walk it.”
“We have maps.”
“Maps also lie.”
“They don’t lie.They’re maps.”
“Have you ever tried to use GPS in a corn maze?”
His brows pulled together.“No.”
“Then you don’t know.”
From the bar, Prime snorted into his coffee.
Anchor stood behind the bar with his back to us, doing something with a stack of papers and pretending he wasn’t listening to every word.Prime leaned beside him, arms crossed, looking way too entertained by my argument with Push.
Vin and Cross were at the pool table, half-playing and half-watching.Piney sat outside on the front porch since the front door was propped open to let in the nice weather.
A perfect day to investigate.Or traipse.Whatever.
Push leaned closer.“After yesterday, you really think I’m letting you wander around this island?”
I narrowed my eyes.“Letting me?”
His eyes narrowed right back.“Don’t start.”
“Oh, I’m starting.”
Prime laughed quietly.
Push didn’t look away from me.“You thought someone was watching you from the woods.”
“Yes.And then you and half the club searched the forest and found exactly nothing.”
“Doesn’t mean there wasn’t something there.”
“It also doesn’t mean I’m supposed to sit in my room staring at footage until I become part of the furniture.”
“Furniture doesn’t argue as much.”
“Then stop trying to put me in a corner like a lamp.”
Cross missed his shot at the pool table and muttered, “I like her.”
Vin leaned against his cue.“Push looks like he doesn’t know whether to kiss her or lock her in her room.”
My eyes shot to Vin.
Push’s head turned slowly.
Vin immediately held up one hand.“That was an observation, not advice.”
