I stared at him in disbelief.“And your solution is what?Hold me hostage?”
Anchor rubbed a hand over his jaw like this conversation was exhausting him.“My solution is making sure you don’t go running straight to the cops while we’ve got a killer dumping bodies on our island.”
“I already told you I don’t think you killed him.”
“No,” Anchor agreed.“But you don’t know enough not to make this situation worse.”
I opened my mouth immediately.“I wouldn’t-”
“You absolutely would,” Push cut in.
I glared at him.“Wow.Thanks for the vote of confidence.”
Push pushed off the wall and took a few slow steps closer.Not aggressive exactly, but close enough that I became very aware of how large he was.“McKayla,” he said evenly, “you got spooked enough to crack your head open trying to get away from me.”
Okay, fair, still rude though.
“That was before I woke up in the biker catacombs,” I muttered.
The guy in the corner barked out a laugh this time.
“I’m going to need to know that guy’s name since he thinks I’m a comedian.”
“Piney,” he grunted.“You’re a firecracker.”
I rolled my eyes.That wasn’t the first time I had been called something like that.“Thanks.”
The corner of Push’s mouth twitched slightly before disappearing again.
Anchor pointed at me.“See?This right here is why you’re not leaving.”
“What does my sarcasm have to do with anything?”
“It means you’re not going anywhere because you’ll probably joke about seeing a dead body with the Kings of Anarchy,” Anchor said.“Which means eventually someone is going to believe you.You’re not leaving here.”
“Yes, I am.”
“No,” three different voices answered at once.
I blinked.
Wow.
That was annoying.
“I’m a private investigator,” I snapped.“I’ve handled dangerous situations before and I can handle this one.I just want to find my sister.”
“Not like this,” Push said quietly.
Anchor crossed his arms.“You promised you wouldn’t go to the cops.”
“Because I won’t.”
He stared at me.
I stared back, but the worst part?Deep down, I didn’t even believe myself.Because if I walked out of there and found even one shred of evidence that Erin had been hurt on that island, I would absolutely go to the police.
Anchor seemed to read that realization right off my face.“Yeah,” he said flatly.“That’s what I thought.”
