Page 3 of Deadly Justice
“I’m sorry to hear that.” He felt bad for Evie but felt even worse about the situation he was going home to.
Did Skye’s best friend really think he was capable of murder? If so, she might not be very happy to see him. But he wasn’t about to let that stop him either. After all, Evie had called him. Thankfully, he was between assignments for Grayson’s Guardians. He’d have to tell Rex he was leaving, but that wouldn’t be a problem.
“Thank you.” Evie’s voice was low.
“I’ll see you soon.”
“Okay. Drive safe.” With that, Evie ended the call.
After a quick shower, Cam tossed his toiletry kit and a change of clothes along with his laptop and phone charger into his duffel. He called Rex Grayson on his way out.
“What’s up?” Rex asked.
“Hey, Cap. I’m going to be unavailable for a few days.” Cam tossed his duffel into the back of his Jeep. He’d left the rag top off, and after a quick glance at the cloudless sky overhead, he decided to keep it that way for the trip around the southern tip of Lake Michigan. “Something has come up back in my hometown, and I’m heading out now.”
“Something serious?” Rex asked. “You don’t sound happy about the trip.”
His boss was perceptive, he’d give him that. “It’s a long story. I’ll fill you in later.” Maybe the skull didn’t belong to Skye Gray. Maybe he wouldn’t be treated like a suspect.
And maybe purple pigs would fly.
“I’m here if you need anything,” Rex said. “I can free up some of the other members of the team if you’d like some backup.”
“I’ll let you know.” Rex Grayson had been their army captain during his two tours in Afghanistan. During the abrupt exfiltration, their team had come under attack from the local insurgents. They’d lost over half their team that day, leaving just twelve of them who’d managed to escape.
Aside from Cameron, the team consisted of Rex, Grady, Micah, Stone, Regan, Nolan, Houston, Dina, Theo, Teagan, and Zander. When Rex had created Grayson’s Guardians, Cam and the eleven remaining teammates had all joined the company. Over the five years they’d been stateside, Rex’s business had grown as they had a reputation for getting things done and protecting those under their care.
And in a way, their team had grown too. First, Grady had married Lauren, then Micah had married Bryn, and finally Dina had married Jarek. The third pair had come as a complete surprise. Anyone who’d served with Di knew she was so not the settling-down type.
People changed. As Cam climbed in behind the wheel and headed toward the highway, he wondered what Skye would be like if she were still alive today. He’d cared for Skye but couldn’t say he’d loved her. At least, not enough to have changed his plans.
Fourteen years ago, he’d wondered if their argument about his decision to join the army had contributed to Skye’s taking off that day. He’d been honest with the detective on the case, explaining that he and Skye had disagreed about their post–high school plans. Skye had wanted him to move with her to Grand Rapids, find full-time jobs, and live together. The tourist season in Grand Haven was busy, but things were relatively quiet the rest of the year. Skye had wanted nothing to do with staying in the small town.
Frankly, Cameron hadn’t wanted that either. But he didn’t want to struggle to find a decent job in some factory. He’d wanted to do something meaningful. And for him, that meant serving his country.
Would Skye still be here if they hadn’t argued? Would she have spent the day at the lakeshore while he was working as a lifeguard, rather than heading to Grand Rapids? Maybe.
His thoughts continued to whirl as he drove. What had happened to Skye? Who had killed her? Skye wasn’t irresponsible enough to pick up a hitchhiker, and considering she’d been buried in the nature preserve, she probably hadn’t gone very far before she’d been killed.
Where was her car? Had the killer taken it?
Maybe the bones didn’t belong to Skye at all. He could be making the 170-mile trip for nothing.
Twice he almost stopped to turn around. But the image of Skye wearing her favorite pink, purple, and blue striped top haunted him. He didn’t doubt Evie’s ability to recognize her best friend’s clothing.
The trip to Grand Haven took longer than it should have, thanks to a huge accident in Gary, Indiana. He’d also stopped to get a bite to eat along the way. As he drove, he’d expected to hear from the Grand Haven police.
And he wasn’t sure if it was a good thing or a bad one that his phone had remained stubbornly silent.
By the time he pulled into town, it was going on eight at night, and darkness had begun to fall. As he headed up Main Street, he was surprised to find it looked pretty much the same as when he’d left. Maybe a few of the businesses were different, but most of the restaurants and touristy shops hadn’t changed.
Oddly, the town felt smaller to him. Maybe it was just that he’d been living outside of Chicago, known for its towering skyscrapers. Easy to understand now how much Skye had wanted to move on to something bigger and better.
He still couldn’t believe she was dead. As he passed the local police station, he tried not to imagine sitting in a jail cell, awaiting his trial.
There were a couple of hotels and motels in town, the cheapest being the Lighthouse Inn, but he couldn’t bring himself to stop for a room. Not yet. After going all the way through town, refreshing his memory of the place, he turned around and headed to Evie’s mother’s home.
Not that Evie would allow him to stay there with her, but he wanted, needed to talk to her. To find out what, if anything, she’d learned in the past four hours since she’d contacted him.
