Calder whipped his head around in the exact same instant he instinctively pulled Hannah into his arms and shielded her with his body. “What the—”She squirmed in his arms. “Calder, let go. I need to—”He set her away from him. “You okay? Call nine-one-one, or you probably know the entire fire crew by name. Get them here. Then stay here. I’ll be back.”She’d already been trying to dig her phone out of her jeans pocket. “I’m on it, but—”He leaned in, eyes right on hers, and kissed her, banged-up lip and all. “Stay here. Please.” Then he turned and took off at a run toward the docks.“Calder!” she shouted after him. “What are you—don’t go down there! You don’t know what else might—”He looked over his shoulder just long enough to make sure she wasn’t running after him, saw that she had the phone to her ear and was talking into it, presumably to the dispatcher, and let out a sigh of relief.Then he turned back and focused on the burning boathouse, which looked like nothing more than a No
Jonah looked at him as if he’d lost his mind. “Like hell you will.”Calder dipped a chin toward his great-granddaughter. “Is there anyone else here to look after her?”Jonah looked down at her and Calder saw his expression tighten. It wasn’t anger directed at the little girl for being an imposition. He was pretty sure it was anger that she could have been hurt, or worse. Anger possibly directed at himself, since it had taken Calder to wake him up to the situation.“I can watch her,” Calder offered. “I have nieces her age,” he added, thinking how it had affected him to see Jonah as more than the stubborn family figurehead, to see him as Pawpaw. Maybe if Jonah knew he came from a real, whole family, too, he’d see Calder in a new light. “I’m a stranger, though, so . . .” He looked back at the boathouse, now reduced mostly to embers. “Let me go let them know you’re all right. I’ll send whoever is in charge directly here to you.”Jonah looked lost again as he stared at the smoke and embers
“Of course we’re having a bachelorette party,” Kerry assured Fiona. “Why else would we get here four days before the main event?”“Because some of us are putting together the entire event, which we can’t just whip out of our collective asses. It takes time, patience, and planning to create a memorable moment.”“Hang some streamers, bake a cake, and throw some rice,” Kerry said. “The people make it memorable, not the color of the pebbles in the centerpiece. And what the hell are those anyway?”“Terrariums. With little miniature tableaus set amongst the live plants and succulents. They’re called fairy gardens and they’re like little lasting wedding day memories. In this case, each one depicts a seaside scene, something meaningful to the bride and groom. Their centerpiece will feature our lighthouse.”“By the time they see them, they’ll only be thinking about how fast they can ditch the after-party so they can hop a plane and go boink like bunnies.”“Oh, thanks.” Fiona, who was lying fla
“I’m just helping to expedite the process, that’s all, so they can focus on finding out what really happened.”“What do you think really happened?” This from Kerry, whose expression shifted from her initial delighted reaction to something more serious. It wasn’t a side of her Hannah had seen too often. “Are you sure he’s innocent, Han?”Hannah felt a pinch in her heart, then she remembered that neither of her sisters knew about her colossal mistake in judgment where Tim was concerned. “Well, I can personally vouch for his whereabouts when the fire started. And given his reaction, I think it’s safe to say—”“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold up.” Fiona raised her hand, palm out. “Last night was the rehearsal party. How could you have been—” She broke off, then looked accusingly at her big sister. “You said you went out for a ‘walk.’” She made air quotes around the last word. “What’s really going on?”“I did go out for a ‘walk.’” Hannah mimicked the air quotes. “I ran into Calder—”“How convenient
Calder drew in a slow breath, let it out, and got his thoughts in order. “I was supposed to meet with Brooks Winstock the evening prior. Wednesday. To discuss the details of a job he’s hiring me to do.”“Which is?”Calder sighed. So, it’s going to be like that, is it? McCrae knew damn well what he’d been hired to do, but was going to put him through his paces. Calder decided that was a good thing. Neat and tidy, all the facts lined up, i’s dotted, t’s crossed. “Building the yacht club. He acquired the property last August and originally had wanted the thing done by this July fourth, but the winter came in early, stayed late, and then he apparently had a falling-out with the architect, hired a new one, then the original contractor walked due to the architect switch.” Calder lifted his shoulders. “When he—Winstock—accepted my bid, he seemed pretty worked up about getting this thing under way as quickly as possible. But he ended up postponing our original Wednesday meeting to yesterday,
Logan nodded, but didn’t say anything.“So, with that theory in mind, I was walking the harbor road, scoping it out from a contractor’s viewpoint, trying to see it as Winstock might envision it. With the shipyard out of his reach, the only real place he could have a presence on the waterfront would be in Blue’s spot. After that, it’s government-owned property with the Coast Guard, and then you’re out of the pocket of the harbor itself into less showy property units.”“What makes you think his vision includes more waterfront property?”Calder shrugged. “That’s all he’s gone after so far. If he wants to make his mark, and especially if he envisions tourists being any part of his scheme, the waterfront is really the only place to do it.”Logan made more notes, but said nothing.“Bottom line, I can’t help but think Winstock is using me, somehow, some way, to get to Jonah. I told Jonah as much the day we met, and that was before my talk with Owen. It’s the only reason I can see for Winstoc
“Hannah,” Calder said, as Logan also stood, but she merely nodded at him before turning back to her brother. It was only then that he noted she was carrying her leather day planner, and—a briefcase? Who brought a briefcase with them while on vacation for a family wedding?Hannah McCrae did. He found himself fighting a smile as he pulled out the chair next to his. “I won’t need that,” she said to him, “but thank you.” She looked at Logan. “Calder didn’t torch Jonah’s boathouse,” she told him. “And you’re wasting valuable time you could be spending on finding out who actually did.”“Excuse me, Counselor,” Logan interrupted, appearing surprised, but otherwise not at all perturbed by her sudden intrusion. “I’m not done questioning Mr. Blue. I’ll be happy to talk to you separately. In fact, you’re next on my list.”“There’s a list?” she asked. “Good. That’s very good. But I’m not leaving.” Calder shifted behind the chair, and pushed it in for her as she apparently changed her mind and took
“That’s not what I mean, and you know it.”For his part, Calder just leaned back and propped his booted foot on his knee again. He didn’t need Hannah’s help, but the entertainment value alone made it well worth any potential future complications. Professional or personal. He liked seeing Hannah in litigator mode. Anyone who thought her cold must not have been paying attention. She was fiery, passionate, anything but icy. He felt other parts respond to that train of thought and deliberately looked back at Logan. Yeah, that took care of that. For now.Calder spoke. “I’ve already explained to your brother, the chief here, that I was looking out over the docks and the harbor after my meeting was canceled, trying to figure out what Brooks Winstock’s bigger plan might be, when I ran into you lecturing some poor jerk in D.C. who was trying to hire you—”“That’s not pertinent to this investigation,” she inserted calmly enough, but he’d been watching her and hadn’t missed the brief flash of su