breaths in time, before Will stepped back. “It’s a very short drive.” He went to the fire and picked up his still-wet shirt, pulling it on with a grimace.
Once back out in the entranceway, he sat down on the shoebox and began to tug on his boots. He shoved his wet socks into a pocket of his jacket when he pulled the jacket on. Zipping it up, he flipped the hood over his head, then paused on the edge of the porch. “Stay safe, Anahera. And if you hear anything, you’ll let me know?”
Anahera met those gray eyes that hid so much. “As long as you return the favor. I’m not going to betray my friends if I don’t know why I’m doing it.”
The cop’s answer was indirect. “You probably have things you want to get from the big stores in Christchurch. If you want a ride there, come by the station around ten tomorrow morning—storm should be well over by then.” He was gone a second later, lost in the rain mere footsteps from the house.
Anahera didn’t realize she was holding her breath until his headlights came on. The twin beams swung toward the ocean before she was faced with red taillights blurred by rain into smudges. Moments later, they began to fade into the distance, the cop heading back to the town he’d vowed to protect and serve.
Long after he’d left, Anahera stood in the doorway of the home where she’d found her mother’s lifeless body, and stared out to the sea that may have taken a hopeful young life.
31
Will watched Anahera’s cabin be swallowed up by the storm and had to fight the urge to stop his vehicle and turn around, go back. He wondered what she’d do, if they could recapture that one fragmentary instant that could’ve ended the night a whole other way.
He shook his head.
No, going down that route was not an option; Anahera might’ve been away from Golden Cove for eight years, but her loyalties were openly divided. Putting either one of them in that position would further mess up an already messy situation. But at least now he knew—his body wasn’t dead. Because it had definitely reacted to Anahera with her prickliness and her anger and her presence that was as untamed as this landscape.
Will wasn’t sure how he felt about that. He’d been quite comfortable being half-alive. He didn’t want to come back to full life. Especially not when a young woman was missing, he had a budding psychopath in his town, and the one man everyone thought a good guy might be beating his beautiful wife.
He drove at a snail’s pace. He was confident of his driving ability, but he wasn’t so confident of anyone else who might have decided to venture out into the night. The world was an ugly maelstrom beyond the windscreen, the trees and native ferns hidden by a gloom that suffocated all life.
Finally pulling up to a stop in his drive, under the carport, he got out. At least he wouldn’t get much wetter. The carport was connected to the house on one side, though the wind and rain continued to howl in from the three open sides.
Going to the back of the SUV, he removed the items he’d hidden in the secure space beneath the spare tire well, then locked up and moved in the direction of the door into the house. Unlike most of the people in Golden Cove, he always locked his door, so it took him an extra couple of seconds to get in.
Just as he was about to step inside, his mind on a hot shower and dry clothes, he got that crawling sensation on the back of the neck that said someone was watching him. But when he looked out into the blackness, he saw nothing. The storm was too violent, the rain coming down in slashing sheets.
Will stood there unafraid, staring down whoever it was that thought they could intimidate the small-town cop. Maybe he was going mad, the dead little boy who followed him around ready to take his due. But Will didn’t think so—someone stood out there in the rain, watching him, wondering what he knew.
Will was glad he’d put the watch and tin in a thick yellow plastic shopping bag earlier that night—his only aim back then had been to give the evidence a little extra protection from the rain. But now, even if the person watching had managed to spot his actions despite the