The setting sun threw rays of gold and red over the roof of Hotel Tourmaline. The backdrop of color against the stone added to its charm. Kate had never taken the ferry out here before, and she gawked at the grand yet welcoming hotel. She imagined her father sipping wine as he smiled and chatted with his wife. What would he think if he knew she was out here? How would his wife react?
Shelley touched her arm. “I just talked to my cousin. He said your dad has reservations at the Sea Room, a really nice restaurant in the hotel, for tomorrow night so he’ll be there at least a couple more nights. He also has a tee time at the golf course at seven thirty tomorrow morning. I’d bet he’ll be here all week. You have time to figure out what to do.”
Kate took a step toward the front of the hotel where light gleamed out of floor-to-ceiling windows. “I know exactly what I want to do. I want to go in there and ask the front desk to call him.”
Shelley’s red hair swayed with the shake of her head. “I think you should talk to him alone. If you get his wife mad too, you’ll get nowhere. What if you approach him after his round of golf? He and his father-in-law are playing eighteen holes, so they should be done around twelve thirty. You could come a little earlier than that.” She turned and pointed to the south side of the building. “That path leads from the clubhouse to the inn. There’s a nice grove of oaks with some benches along the walk. You could wait there.”
The thought of all that family she didn’t know clogged her heart with regret. “I probably have cousins. Maybe even another aunt or uncle. And grandparents.” Her mother’s parents lived on the West Coast, and she’d only seen them twice in her life. She had her uncle Paul and he was great, but even cousins might have supplied the closer sibling-like connection she longed for.
Shelley rubbed her forehead. “Don’t get your hopes too high, Kate. Your mom has already warned you he doesn’t want to have anything to do with you. Be prepared for him to turn you away.”
The thought of that rejection made Kate’s stomach clench. Could she handle it? She straightened and stared at the inn. “I won’t let him.” She glanced down at her jeans and sweater. “How about we have dinner in the Oyster Bistro tonight?”
“It’s more casual than the Sea Room so we’re probably dressed appropriately. You want to see if he’s hanging around, don’t you?”
“I just want to observe him a little. I’ve only seen him at my house. Seeing how he acts in other settings might tell me more about his character.”
Shelley pursed her lips and frowned. “We already know his character leaves a lot to be desired. He had a long-term affair and abandoned his daughter. Not a good guy in my book.”
Kate held back a wince. Shelley was just speaking the truth. “I still want to see what I can find out. You game?”
“I’m always game.” Shelley started up the walk toward the massive glass entry doors.
Kate fell into step beside her, though her heart hammered in her chest. What if her dad recognized her? But no, he hadn’t seen her in seventeen years. She was an adult now, and she looked very different than she did when she was twelve. Back then, she’d been all arms and legs and no shape. Her hair had been wild too.
The blond doorman, handsome in his dark-blue jacket, opened the door with a welcoming smile. “Welcome to Hotel Tourmaline, ladies. Anything I can do to help you?”
“Which way to the bistro?”
His blue eyes held appreciation as he looked Kate over. “Down the hallway to the right of the front desk. You can’t miss it. The chef’s special tonight is oyster po’boys. I had one for lunch, and it was delicious. Enjoy your evening.”
His enthusiasm was so infectious, Kate had to smile back. “Thanks.” She stopped and eyed him a moment. Did she dare ask him about her father?
Shelley frowned and gave a slight shake of her head. Fudge. Her bestie always knew what she was thinking.
Shelley grabbed her arm and propelled her across the gleaming hardwood floor. “He might have told your dad. Just play it cool, Kate.”
She allowed Shelley to tug her past the front desk and the comfortable seating area in front of the fireplace that practically called to her. But once they reached the hall by the elevator bank, the aroma wafting from the bistro made her mouth water. They hadn’t even eaten lunch.
Though they didn’t have a reservation, it was early enough that they were seated right away. They’d scored a back corner table where she’d be able to see nearly every table and even out the door of the restaurant. They both ordered the special, and Kate surveyed the restaurant over the rim of her sweet tea. She didn’t recognize anyone in the place, but the bistro’s clientele was mostly tourists staying at the hotel. Locals tended to congregate at Downeast Roadhouse, a bar and grill just south of Summer Harbor.
Her po’boy was nearly gone when a group moved past her table. She instantly recognized her father. She barely glanced at the other people. “Shelley, look! Wait, don’t turn. I don’t want to cause a scene.” Her gaze ranged over her father’s face. She watched hungrily as the group walked out of the restaurant.
Kate paid the bill and rose. “Let’s get out of here. I don’t think I can take any more.”
The moon glimmered on the whitecaps rolling into the rocky shore, limning the sea with ghostly light, and the scent of kelp and salt hung in the air. Feet dangling off the edge, Luke sat with Meg on the edge of the Folly Shoals pier.
Claire was in the hotel, a mile away, yet much further in reality. And why did he care? He’d only known her a few days, yet his thoughts turned to her constantly. Something about her vulnerability and determination drew him. He reached into the bucket and threw a fish to the orca. The little mammal caught it in midair, then almost seemed to smile at him and beg for another. He obliged and tossed him another fish.
Meg leaned back on her hands, and the moon illuminated her face. “You’re awfully quiet. I think we’re both worrying about the same thing. We might as well talk about it.”
Luke glanced at her. “Pop’s reaction this afternoon was peculiar. He never mentioned that crying child before today. Tell me I’m wrong for being suspicious.”
“You aren’t wrong. I feel awful for even thinking it, but what if he had something to do with Mom’s death?”
With her bald statement, the fear lay bare and stark. And somehow ridiculous. “It’s not possible, is it?”
She sighed and crossed her ankles. “I wish I could say it wasn’t, but you’re older than I am. I’m sure you remember how they fought even more than I do. And he hit her a couple of times, I think.”
“He did. I heard him apologize once, but he’s always been a hard man.”
“I’m sure they investigated him when Mom disappeared and didn’t have any evidence.”
Luke had been holding on to that hope, but it was a flimsy thread to cling to. “There’s no telling what other evidence they found in the makeshift grave. What if they uncover something that implicates Pop? What if he really did it?”
Did he just say that? He rubbed at the sting in his eyes. What kind of son suspected his own father of something so heinous?
He tossed the orca the last of the fish. “My life was a whole lot less complicated a month ago. I’m beginning to wish I’d never come home.”
Meg lay back on the pier, her face up to the sky. “You would have had to now anyway. This is something we have to face together. I’m going to believe in Pop’s innocence until there’s no other option.”
“I don’t want us to be blindsided, Megan. I have to know the truth.”
“And how are you going to find it out? The sheriff’s department will tell us if there is anything to worry about.”
The orca leaped into the air and splashed down. The cold spray striking Luke’s legs sharpened his thoughts. He didn’t have the greatest confidence in the easygoing sheriff and his limited resources. Their father had been part of the community all his life. There had been a Rocco family living in that old house for five generations. Sheriff Colton had been their father’s friend for thirty years. The sheriff was apt to give the family a pass unless the evidence was overwhelming.
“I’m not so sure, sis. Colton would do just about anything for Pop. There have been a lot of rumors over the years. Maybe we’ve been wrong about what we believed. I just know I have to find out the truth. Even if I don’t really want to know it.”
Meg fell silent, but her gaze never left his face. She finally cleared her throat. “Okay, I’m with you. Knowing the truth is better than pretending there are no monsters among us when we know there are. I just don’t want to think our dad could be one of them.”
“I don’t either.” He heaved another sigh. “There’s more, Meg.” He told her about the letter Jenny sent to the sheriff.
Meg’s eyes grew wide. “What could Jenny have meant?”
“I don’t know, but I think we need to see if we can retrace Jenny’s movements and find out who told her what.”
A frown hovered between her dark eyes. “Claire’s totally gotten past your defenses, hasn’t she?”
“I like her, if that’s what you mean. I think Jenny was given false information.”
“I don’t think she’s to blame for anything, but she’s connected to Mom’s death in some way. That should be enough to make you guard your heart. This whole ordeal may turn so ugly that she has to escape all thoughts of it. Where will that leave you if you fall for her?”
He considered the question. Meg knew him too well, and trying to lie to her would be futile, even if he were so inclined. “I’m not falling for her. I just want to find out what happened.”
She laughed and shook her head. “I like her too. She’s not running from this but is facing it head-on, even if it brings her discord with her family. I admire that. But she runs in very different circles. She’s been used to the best of everything. I suspect she’ll take over the family business soon. I’m not sure I’d like to see you married to an executive who has to fly all over the country every week.”
He got up and grabbed the empty bucket. “Whoa, no one said anything about marriage! I just met the woman. Yes, I like her, but you’re making some pretty huge assumptions.”
Meg hopped up too and slipped her feet into her flip-flops. “I might be your baby sister, but I’ve got eyes in my head. I’ve never seen you look at any woman like you look at her.”
He set off toward the shore, his bare feet slapping the weathered boards of the pier. “Let’s worry about what happened to Mom and forget my love life.”
She fell into step beside him. “I will if you will.”
“Deal.”