Why? You don’t want Jack to know? Bria glanced back. Trust me, it’s obvious. You’ve got that glow of a good lay. You can’t hide that shit.
Kieran shifted uncomfortably.He won’t do that to your mother, I said, feeling the truth of those words as I said them. He has her under his control. He’s using her sk… I turned away from the wall, looking out over the tables without seeing them. He’s using the thing connected with the sea to rule her, I murmured. Like how he ruled her in life. He kept her on a small island, surrounded by the sea. I nodded, now gazing at the exit. A cage by the sea. Or in the sea. That makes sense. That’s where he’d keep it.
None of the locations on my mother’s list were in the sea, Kieran said. One was near it, but on a cliff. High up.I shook my head. No. That wouldn’t do. He’d need it in the tide. In the surging waters. Her sea-faring form would be in its natural habitat, but she wouldn’t be able use it. What a shitty bastard.For the record, this is guesswork, right? Bria asked quietly.
It is guesswork, yes, I answered. Guesswork from years of sitting on a rickety chair in front of rug-covered TV trays, listening to people describe their interactions with ghosts and vice versa. Hear enough of those horror stories, and you get a sense for how people inflict hurt on one another. How they push their will on to spirits. I could be wrong, but man…I sure sound right.The last time you definitely did. This time…mostly, Bria said as Thane said, Sir…
He puffed the powder down the way, showing us what he’d found. The air current sucked it through the wall. The door.
The cargo pants make sense. I nodded, following the others. I get it now. And someday, I’ll graduate to those instead of being offered spandex.Did he, Cash says. Does Mr. Croft have a house on St. John as well?
Not to my knowledge, Paulette says.What does that mean, not to your knowledge? Cash says. You’re a local with a child in the schools. You work for a real estate agency. It seems like you would know whether or not Mr. Croft has a house here.
Down here…, Paulette says, a lot of the high-end properties are owned by trusts. People come to the islands to escape, Mr. Steele.To hide, Cash thinks.