ISABELLE SHOVED THE LAUNDRY CART through the swinging doors. Letty stood at a table in the middle of the room, folding an unending mound of towels and sheets.
“Letty, have you seen Maya?” she asked.
“No, I haven’t seen her,” Letty answered in a high, loud voice. “Where could she be?”
“Maybe she swam off on the back of a dolphin,” Isabelle said. A faint giggle escaped from the pile of linens in the cart. “Or maybe she became a mermaid.”
“Or maybe she climbed to the top of the coconut palm and she’s eating coconuts with a monkey,” Letty said. “Which is okay, because if she’s eating coconuts, she won’t want any chocolate chip cookies, right? I guess you and I will have all the cookies to ourselves.”
The linens erupted and Maya popped her head out. “Here I am!” she declared. “I was hiding.”
“What?” Letty said, feigning shock. “I never would have guessed.” She scooped up her niece and deposited her on the floor of the laundry room.
Maya looked around the room. “I want cookies, Letty. Where the cookies at?”
“Miss Ava just baked them, and she said she would save some for you,” Letty said. “Can you go over to her apartment all by yourself?”
“I’ll take her,” Isabelle volunteered. “Then I’ll come back and give you a hand.”
“I go by myself,” Maya said. “I’m a big girl.”
Letty and Isabelle stood in the door of the laundry room, watching, until Maya reached the motel office and was greeted by Ava.
“How’s school going?” Letty asked, as Isabelle helped her fold an unwieldy fitted sheet.
“Kinda boring, to tell you the truth,” Isabelle said, smoothing her hands over the folded sheet. “Graduation is in two months, but I’ve already finished most of the stuff I was supposed to do. School seems so lame right now. I’m ready for summer, and then college.”
“Senioritis,” Letty said. “I remember it well. But you’ve got so much exciting stuff still ahead of you yet. Take it from an old lady like me, don’t wish it all away.”
“You’re not that old,” Isabelle said, cocking her head. “You’re what, like, twenty-five?”
“I wish,” Letty said. “I’m thirty-three, but some days I feel like twice that old. Especially nights when Maya isn’t sleeping, or has one of her meltdowns.”
“She’s super smart, you know,” Isabelle said. “When I’m reading to her, she can sound out a lot of the words. And she can totally read the menu in the McDonald’s drive-through.”
“She’s got it memorized, unfortunately,” Letty said. “But I agree, she is pretty smart.” She sighed. “I guess I need to start thinking about kindergarten in the fall.”
“Here?” Isabelle asked. “I mean, do you think you’ll still be living here at the Surf?”
“I’m not sure,” Letty said. “Your mom has been so great to me, but living in a motel room isn’t an ideal situation for raising a child. Maya needs some stability. A room of her own. Maybe a backyard.”
“I get that,” Isabelle said. “I always used to wish we lived in a real house. My friends all think it’s so cool, living in a motel, with a pool right here and the beach and everything. They don’t really get that we live, like, above the store. Like, my mom is on call, twenty-four seven. If one of the guests’ air-conditioning isn’t working, they’ll wake her up at two in the morning to bitch her out about it. And all the regulars think that they’re the boss of me. And Joe.”
“They think the same thing about me, if it makes you feel any better,” Letty said.
Isabelle nodded. “Where would you go, if you leave the Surf?”
“I’m not sure. I’m taking it a day at a time. I need to make plans, but right now, I feel sort of frozen.”
“Like Elsa,” Isabelle said, laughing at her own joke. “Well, I know I’m being selfish, but I hope you don’t leave anytime soon. My mom really, really likes you, and of course, she freakin’ adores Maya. I think it’s great that she can leave here for a few hours every day and have a life, knowing that you’re here and have things under control. I’ve been kind of worried, you know? About what will happen when I leave for school in the fall. I mean, Joe’s around, but not really around all the time like I am. I love my brother, but he’s kinda clueless when it comes to family stuff.”
“I envy you your relationship with your mom,” Letty said wistfully. “We didn’t really have that with my mom, growing up.”
“You and your sister? Maya’s mom?”
“Yeah,” Letty said.
“Is your mom around?” Isabelle asked. “I mean, she’s not dead, right?”
“No, she’s just not in my life. Hasn’t been for a long time,” Letty admitted. “She wasn’t what you’d call a traditional mom. She shipped us off to live with our grandparents when we were bratty teenagers and she was in the process of splitting up with her husband. We finished high school in West Virginia, then Tanya and I both kind of did our own thing.”
“Tanya?” Isabelle looked startled. “That’s your sister’s name? The one who died?”
Letty knew instantly, from the look on Isabelle’s face, that she shouldn’t have let Tanya’s name slip. But it was too late to take it back now.
“Yes,” she said.
“Oh my God,” Isabelle said slowly. “That’s why I keep thinking Maya looks so familiar. Why you look vaguely familiar.” She studied Letty’s face. “She was taller, and her hair was red. Your hair is darker, and you’ve got brown eyes. Different mouth, too.”
“We’re half sisters,” Letty said. “Irish twins, my mom used to like to say. She split from my dad right after I was born, and got involved and pregnant, with Tanya’s dad on the rebound. They never actually married, which was just as well, so she just gave Tanya my dad’s name. It was easier that way. For her.”
“Oh my God,” Isabelle repeated. “Tanya was your sister. Maya’s mother. I can’t believe it. Does my mom know? Does Joe?”
“No!” Letty said. She gave Isabelle a pleading look. “Are you going to tell them?”
“No. But will you tell me what’s going on? Why you’re here?”
Letty folded and unfolded a top sheet, trying to make up her mind. She desperately wanted to confide in someone. Maybe saying Tanya’s name wasn’t an accident. Maybe it was the universe’s way of letting her know it was okay to trust.
“You have to swear not to tell anybody,” she said, her voice stern. “You can’t tell anyone. Not your mom or Joe or any of your friends. I mean it. My life depends on it, Isabelle. Maya’s too.”
The girl’s eyes grew wide. She crossed her heart. “Holy shit! I won’t. I swear it, Letty. I won’t tell a soul. I can’t believe it. Is Tanya really dead? Are you guys really in trouble? From who?”
“Yes,” Letty said. “It’s a long story, but it’s true. Tanya’s ex-boyfriend killed her. He’d been fighting her in court, trying to get custody of Maya, but she was determined not to let that happen. She told me, about a month before … she said if anything bad ever happened to her, it would be Evan. Tanya begged me—she made me promise, if anything happened, that I would take Maya and get as far away from Evan as possible. So that’s what I did.”
She told Isabelle a condensed version of the story. About how she’d worked for Evan, and how Tanya became involved with him, and the details of their bitter breakup.
Letty recounted the day her sister showed her the canvas tote bag she’d hidden in a boot in her closet, her “getaway stash” with the enormous diamond ring push present and the magazine article about the Murmuring Surf.
She left out only one detail—the amount of cash in Tanya’s go-bag.
Letty had been thinking about the money, nineteen thousand dollars, ever since she’d learned about Tanya’s involvement in Rooney’s gold-and-silver-buying scam. Knowing her sister, she’d been naïve to believe her story about “saving” money.
“So that’s why you came here? Because of that magazine article?” Isabelle said. “She never told you about living here at the Surf, or about what happened here?”
“Oh, Isabelle,” Letty said, with a long sigh. “I’m not sure I can explain my sister, because I’m just now realizing how little I really knew about her. Tanya was … complicated. All her life, she had secrets. Big ones and little ones. And I know this sounds terrible, talking about my dead sister like this, but she wasn’t always truthful. For instance, five years ago, she called me out of the blue. She said she’d been living in Atlanta and that her ‘boyfriend’—Rooney—had stolen all her clothes and money and abandoned her. She was crying and so pathetic. She asked if she could come stay with me in New York, to get a fresh start.”
“But that part was a lie,” Isabelle said. “She was right here. On Treasure Island. At the Murmuring Surf.”
“So it seems.”
“And they weren’t really married after all?”
“I can’t find a record that they were married in Florida,” Letty said. “But maybe they got married somewhere else.” She hesitated. “There’s more, though. Almost as soon as Tanya moved to the city, while she was still living with me, she got involved with Evan. At the time, I worked for him. And we were … sort of dating.”
“She stole your boyfriend?” Isabelle said indignantly. “Wow. That’s cold.”
Letty allowed herself a sad smile. “The next thing I knew, they were living together. And then Tanya got pregnant. Maya was born seven months later.”
“Wait,” Isabelle said, doing the math in her head. “Oh my God. Maya’s eyes. They’re just like Rooney’s. That dark blue. And her eyelashes. Oh my God!” She pounded the top of the folding table. “Rooney is Maya’s father. I can’t believe I didn’t figure it out earlier.”
“I only figured it out myself after your brother told me Sunday about the scammers who’d been living here at the Surf. He mentioned a man named Rooney, and I remembered that was the name of Tanya’s boyfriend. The one who ripped her off. The only other time she ever mentioned him to me was when I was asking her how she always got involved with losers. And she said he had deep blue eyes—like a mountain lake you wanted to dive naked into.”
Isabelle absorbed that piece of information. “But Tanya told Evan he was Maya’s father.”
“I’m sure that in Tanya’s mind, it all made sense. She was pregnant, Rooney was gone. Evan was available, sort of, and he was rich. Why not let him think he was her baby’s daddy?”
“And even after they broke up, she didn’t tell him Maya wasn’t his?” Isabelle asked. “Even when he was trying to get custody of a kid that wasn’t his, she still kept it a secret? Why?”
“Money, for one thing,” Letty said. “As long as Evan believed Maya was his daughter, he’d support them both, even if they weren’t married. Even after things got really, really ugly between them, she never hinted to me that he wasn’t Maya’s father. Typical Tanya.”
“I can’t believe Tanya is dead,” Isabelle repeated, blinking back tears. “I’m so sorry, Letty. I really liked her. Everybody here liked her, even the Feldmans, and they don’t like anyone.”
“Yeah,” Letty said, nodding. “That sounds like my sister. Our mom used to say Tanya could charm the birds out of the trees.”
“I was just a goofy kid, but she was always super nice to me. Rooney was nice too, but I guess that was just so he could rip people off.”
“What can you tell me about him, Isabelle?”
The teenager shrugged. “He had that sexy Irish accent, you know? But I think Mom must have sensed he was up to no good. Back then it was my job to deliver clean sheets and towels to everyone’s room every week, but she made sure she delivered them to Rooney and Tanya, not me. Come to think of it, she acted weird around Tanya too. But maybe that’s because she was worried her asshole boyfriend might get too friendly with her.”
“You’re talking about Chuck?” Letty asked.
Isabelle shuddered. “That old dude was totally sketchy. The day she kicked him out of our place was the happiest day of my life.”
“Joe told me a little bit about their scam, and how when the police came to arrest them, Chuck and Rooney were gone, along with the money and gold coins and jewelry,” Letty said. “Were you around when that happened?”
Isabelle shook her head. “No. I don’t remember where I was, just that when I got home, there were all these cop cars in the parking lot, and all the regulars were standing around, trying to figure out what was going on. Mom made me go up to the apartment, but I was looking out the window when they brought Tanya out in handcuffs. It was so messed up, you know? Rooney and Chuck took off and your sister ended up in jail.”
“But not for long,” Letty mused. “Somehow, she talked her way out of it. The cops dropped all the charges.”
“I didn’t know that,” Isabelle said. “Mom never talks about Chuck around me. I think she’s embarrassed that she fell for his bullshit.”
“And nobody has any idea where the two men went?”
“It’s not something Mom would ever discuss with me,” Isabelle said with a shrug. “And Joe thinks I’m still a little kid. He never tells me anything.”
“They’re trying to protect you,” Letty said, reaching out and tugging at Isabelle’s ponytail. “Be glad you have a big brother and a mom who cares. Tanya and I never had that. All we had was each other. And now she’s gone.”
“But you’ve got Maya,” Isabelle pointed out. “Hey Letty, couldn’t you just call the cops in New York and tell them what happened? How it was Evan that killed her, not you?”
Letty ripped a plastic bag from the large roll on the table. She placed a set of sheets, four bath towels, two face towels, and two washcloths on a stack, then slid them into the bag and knotted it.
“I wish it were that easy. But I can’t prove a negative. I can’t prove I didn’t kill my sister. And in the meantime, what happens to Maya? If I went back, Evan’s lawyers would either get a judge to award him custody, or they might put her in foster care. I can’t let that happen to her.”
Isabelle was bagging up linens, too. She took her stack and placed it in another laundry cart and added the stack Letty had just finished. “So what are you going to do?”
“I don’t know how, but I guess I’m going to have to prove Evan Wingfield killed Tanya,” Letty said. She put the last stack of linens into the cart. “But first I’ve got to deliver all this laundry.”
“I’ll help,” Isabelle said. “With both. I’m good at figuring stuff out.”
“Absolutely not,” Letty said. “I never should have told you anything. Don’t even think about trying to play detective, Isabelle. You don’t know Evan. You don’t know what he’s capable of.”