small nod. “Let’s go see how Roane and Patrick are faring.”
Roane and Patrick were waiting for us in the hall, Roane holding a manila folder in his hand. Shadow loped forward at the sight of us, and Caro reached for him gratefully. As if he knew she needed him, Shadow was loyally sticking by her side. That’s what I loved about dogs. Some were very attuned to our emotions and offered their loyalty and love in return for the same.
Affection wasn’t a game with dogs like it could be with humans, who often withheld it out of pettiness or in one-upmanship and doled it out when it suited their purposes. I guess that’s why I liked dogs more than I did some people. You always knew where you stood with a dog. Either they liked you or they didn’t.
“Got everything?” Roane’s voice was gentle, but his expression was not.
Caro nodded and he put his arm around her. “Then let’s go.”
I followed them out, thankfully without having to lay eyes on Helena again.
“You call if you need anything else,” Patrick said once we drew to a halt at the vehicles.
“Thanks, Trick.” Roane held out his hand to shake his friend’s. “I owe you.”
“You owe me nothing. It was my pleasure”—he shot the house a dirty look—“believe me.”
“Thank you,” Caro offered shyly.
“You’re going to be fine, Caro.” Patrick gave her a soft smile, nodded at us, and then got into his car.
“Let’s go.” Roane held open the passenger-side door for Caro while I got in the back with Shadow and Caro’s small, lonely suitcase. Before Roane put on his seat belt, he handed the manila folder to his cousin.
The tension radiating from Roane was incredible, and I squeezed Caro’s shoulder as she shifted uneasily.
We followed Patrick’s car down the driveway. He turned left toward Alnwick, and we turned right toward the village. It was only then that Roane spoke, nodding his head toward the folder on Caro’s lap. “It holds your bank details. The investment portfolio, everything. Patrick warned her if she changed those passwords, he’d be back to arrest her for theft and fraud, but the first thing you do is log on to those accounts and change the passwords. Then contact the financial adviser and see what the bloody hell has been happening to your money. If she’s diverting any of it, we need to know immediately.”
I understood Roane was concerned that Helena was swindling Caro out of her inheritance, but his hard, demanding tone wasn’t exactly what his cousin needed right now. I knew what was eating at him, and I hated it, but we had to talk. Caro didn’t need this attitude right now.
Viola was waiting for us in the living area of the apartment and stood up to greet us, only to be stopped by the abrupt thump of Caro’s suitcase hitting the floor.
Roane had dumped it. “Do what I said. I’ll be back in a bit. Shadow, come.”
With that, he strode past us without another word, his dog following at his heels.
“Uh . . . what did I miss?” Viola wrinkled her nose in confusion.
Caro appeared to be seconds from bursting into tears.
“Viola, can you help Caro get settled? I’m going to speak to Roane.”
Then I was out the door before either girl could protest, hurrying down the stairs and through the front of the shop. His SUV was still parked out front, and Roane was nowhere in sight toward the harbor or the road up to the main village. Although he had long legs, he couldn’t have disappeared that quickly, which meant he’d turned left toward the cliffs.
I hurried around the corner of the building and saw his figure marching up the path that cut along the grassy cliff top behind the bookstore.
“Roane!” I shouted, my voice thrown backward by the sea breeze.
Shadow, however, heard me and hurried to me, causing Roane to halt and look back. His shoulders tensed at my approach. “You should be with Caro,” he said.
I reached out for his hand as soon as I drew to a stop. “You should be with Caro.”
He tugged on his hand but I refused to let go. He scowled. “Evie, just let me be.”
“So you can brood and beat yourself up with guilt and self-condemnation?”
Roane’s dark eyes flashed with surprise.
My smile was an unhappy one. “Yeah, I know what’s going on in your head right now, and I won’t let you mentally berate yourself. No one shits on my friends. Not even themselves.”